The Mines of Mozambique - TAB

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 THE MINES OF MOZAMBIQUE

 Transcribed from the Charity of Night album

 Transcribed and tabbed by Steve Meger (sam@michaelsengineering.com)

 Standard tuning: E A D G B E

 Chords:

  E5	0-2-2-x-x-x
          (bar 4th & 5th strings on 2nd fret with index finger)

  Cadd9	x-3-2-0-3-x

  Bm7	x-2-0-2-3-x

  G/B	x-2-0-0-3-x

  F#7sus	2-4-4-3-0-0

  Em	0-x-x-0-0-0

  Gadd9	3-x-0-2-0-3

  Dsus/F#	2-x-0-2-3-3


 Intro and verse pattern:
    E5
   ,   .   ,   .   ,   .   ,   .    ,   .   ,   .   ,   .   ,   .   
 ||--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
 ||--------------------------------|------------3-------------------|
 ||*-------------------------------|2---4-------0------------------*|
 ||*---2-----------2--(4)----------|2---4---------------2-------2--*|
 ||----2-------2-------5-------2---|--------------------2-------2---|
 ||0-------0-------0-------0-------|0-------0-------0-------0-------|


 There's a broad river winding     through this African lowland
 the moon is held up orange and big     see it raise it's hands
 and the last ferry's pulling out     with no place left to stand
 for the

   Cadd9
  ,   .   ,   .   ,   .   ,   .    ,   .   ,   .   ,   .   ,   .   
 |--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
 |3-----------3-------3-----------|3-----------3-------3-----------|
 |0-----------0-------0-----------|0-----------0-------0-----------|
 |2-----------2-------2-----------|2-----------2-------2-----------|
 |3-------3-------3-------3-------|3-------3-------3-------3-------|
 |--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
   Mines -

   Bm7                             G/B
  ,   .   ,   .   ,   .   ,   .    ,   .   ,   .   ,   .   ,   .   
 |--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
 |3-----------3-------3-----------|3-----------3-------3-----------|
 |2-----------2-------2-----------|0-----------0-------0-----------|
 |0-----------0-------0-----------|0-----------0-------0-----------|
 |2-------2-------2-------2-------|2-------2-------2-------2-------|
 |--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
                                                             of

  F#7sus              <                            Em  <
  ,   .   ,   .   ,   .   ,   .    ,   .   ,   .   ,   .   ,   .   
 |--------------------0-----------|--------------------0-----------|
 |----0-------0-------0-------0---|----0-------0-------0-----------|
 |----3-------3-------3-------3---|----3-------3-------0-----------|
 |----4-------4---------------4---|----4-------4-------------------|
 |--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
 |2-------2-------2-------2-------|2-------2-------0-------0-------|
   Mozambique


  F#7sus              <                                <
  ,   .   ,   .   ,   .   ,   .    ,   .   ,   .   ,   .   ,   .   
 |--------------------0-----------|--------------------0-----------|
 |----0-------0-------0-------0---|----0-------0-------0-----------|
 |----3-------3-------3-------3---|----3-------3-------3-----------|
 |----4-------4---------------4---|----4-------4-------------------|
 |--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
 |2-------2-------2-------2-------|2-------2-------2-------2-------|


 There's a wealth of amputation     waiting in the ground
 but no one can remember     where they put it down
 if you're the child that finds it there     you will rise upon the sound
 of the mines     of Mozambique

 Some men rob the passersby     for a bit a cash to spend
 some men rob whole countries dry     and still get called their friend
 and under the feeding frenzy     there's a wound that will not mend
 in the mines     of Mozambique


 Interlude: (guitar pattern is approximate)

   Gadd9
  ,   .   ,   .   ,   .   ,   .    ,   .   ,   .   ,   .   ,   .   
 |3-------------------------------|3-------------------3-----------|
 |0-------------------0-----------|--------------------0-----------|
 |2-----------2-------------------|------------2-------2-----------|
 |--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
 |--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
 |3-------3-------3-------3-------|3-------3-------3-------3-------|
                                          Night -

   G 
  ,   .   ,   .   ,   .   ,   .    ,   .   ,   .   ,   .   ,   .   
 |3-------------------3-----------|3-------------------3-----------|
 |0-------------------0-----------|0-------------------0-----------|
 |2-------------------2-----------|2-------------------2-----------|
 |--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
 |--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
 |3-------3-------3-------3-------|3-------3-------3-------3-------|
          like  peace

   Dsus/F#
  ,   .   ,   .   ,   .   ,   .    ,   .   ,   .   ,   .   ,   .   
 |3-------------------3-----------|3-------------------3-----------|
 |3-------------------3-----------|2-------------------3-----------|
 |2-----------2-------2-----------|2-----------2-------2-----------|
 |--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
 |--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
 |2-------2-------2-------2-------|2-------2-------2-------2-------|
  is a state of suspension

  ,   .   ,   .   ,   .   ,   .    ,   .   ,   .   ,   .   ,   .   
 |3-------------------3-----------|3-------------------3-----------|
 |3-------------------3-----------|3-------------------3-----------|
 |2-------------------2-----------|2-----------2-------2-----------|
 |--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
 |--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
 |2-------2-------2-------2-------|2-------2-------2-------2-------|



 tomorrow the heat will rise and mist will hide the marshy fields
 the mango and the cashew trees which only now they're clearing brush from under

 rusted hulks of blown-up trucks line the roadway north of town
 like passing through a sculpture gallery
 war is the artist     but he's  sleeping now

 and somebody will be peddling vials of penicillin
 stolen out of all the medical kits sent to the countryside

 and in a bare workshop they'll be molding plastic into little prosthetic limbs
 for the children of this artist
 and for those who farm the soil that received his bitter seed . . .


 The all-night stragglers stagger home     cocks begin to crow
 and sing birds are starting up      telling what they know
 and after a while the sun will come     and we'll see what it will show
 of the mines     of Mozambique