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SAD PROFESSOR


From: JamieWire@postmaster.co.uk

Here's the correct version as played by Mike Mills on Rockpalast.

Tuning - some kind of open D.

E (bass string) A D A D D (treble string)

Performance notes: the double tuning of the 'b' and the 'e' to get two 'd'
notes gives a really ethnic kind of drone. Mike has strong hands - this
song is not easy to play unless you're a barre master!

Mix up and down strokes. Listen to the rhythm - these are the notes but
they're tabbed wrong!

verse structure: D G D A

  D               G
d-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-5-5-5-5-5--
d-0-0-0-0-2-0-2-5-5-5-5-5-5--
a-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-5-5-5-5-5--
d-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-5-5-5-5-5--
a-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-5-5-5-5-5--
e----------------------------
  D               A

d-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-7-7-7-7-7-
d-0-0-0-0-2-0-2-5-7-7-7-7-7-
a-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-7-7-7-7-7-
d-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-7-7-7-7-7-
a-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-7-7-7-7-7-
e---------------------------

pre-chorus:
  G         A     F
d-5-5-5slide7-7-7-3-3-3---
d-5-5-5--/--7-7-7-3-3-3---
a-5-5-5--/--7-7-7-3-3-3---
d-5-5-5--/--7-7-7-3-3-3---
a-5-5-5--/--7-7-7-3-3-3---
e-------------------------

chorus: this bit's cool!

  G     A       G       D
d-----------------------0-0-0-0---
d-----------------------0-0-0-0---
a-5-----7-7-7-7-5-------0-0-0-0---
d-5slide7-7-7-7-5-4-5-4-4-4-4-4---
a-0-----0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-5-5-5-5---
e---------------------------------


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From: DJ Allan (djgreedo@hotmail.com)


Only 4 chords:
D (open) A(barre) G(barre)  F(barre) )(E-shaped barres)

The transitions from A-G and G-A and A-F are usually slides.

In the chorus the song skips two beats (after 'i started a chapter' and 
'everybody hates a drunk') so be careful.  

If anything's wrong,  correct it and curse me for being incompetent.

sad professor

VERSE:
D                     G            D            A     
If we're talking about love,     Then I have to tell you
         D             G                     D           A    
Dear readers: I'm not sure where I'm headed, I've gotten lost before

PRE-CHORUS:
G            A                F 
I've woke up stone drunk face down in the floor

CHORUS:
G A                  G        D 
  Late afternoon the house is hot
G A         G     D    
  I started, I jumped up
G A         G      D    G  A        G       D
  Everyone hates a bore,  Everybody hates a drunk

VERSE:
D                   G
This may be a lip invention
D                       A
Professors muddled in their intent
D                  G
To try to rope in followers
  D              A   
To float they're malcontent 

PRE-CHORUS:
G            A           F   
As for this, reader, I'm already spent

CHORUS:
G  A                  G        D
   Late afternoon the house is hot
G  A         G      D    
   I started, I jumped up
G  A                G        D    G  A            G       D 
   Everyone hates a sad professor,   I hate where I wound up


BRIDGE:
VERSE CHORDS

VERSE CHORDS:
Dear readers, my apologies

I drifted in and out of sleep

Long silence presents the tragedies of love

Look the age, get afraid. The surface hazy with

attendant thoughts


PRECHORUS CHORDS:
A lazy eye metaphor on the rocks

CHORUS CHORDS:
Late afternoon the house is hot

I started a chapter.   Everyone hates a bore

Everybody hates a drunk.  Everyone hates a sad professor 

I hate where I wound up,  I hate where I wound up



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Lyrics:

if we're talking about love
then I have to tell you
dear readers, I'm not sure where I'm headed.
I've gotten lost before.
I've woke up stone drunk
face down in the floor.

late afternoon the house is hot.
I started , I jumped up.
everyone hates a bore.
everyone hates a drunk.

this may be a lit invention
professors muddled in their intent
to try to rope in followers
to float their malcontent.
as for this reader,
I'm already spent.

late afternoon the house is hot.
I started , I jumped up.
everyone hates a sad professor.
I hate where I wound up.

dear readers, my apologies.
I'm drifting in and out of sleep.
long silence presents the tragedies
of love. note the age. get afraid.
the surface hazy with attendant thoughts.
a lazy eye metaphor on the rocks.


late afternoon the house is hot.
I started , I jumped up.
everyone hates a bore.
everyone hates a drunk.
everyone hates a sad professor.
I hate where I wound up.
I hate where I wound up.

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