Here Comes The Warm Jets Tab

Song: Here comes the warm jets
Artist: Eno Brian
Tabbed by: Leon Stern

This song is very fuzzed up on the record "Here comes the warm jets".
There is another version of the song without all the fuzz but I haven?t
gotten a hold of it so this is only my version of the song.

When you play turn the treble down and bass up. This way you can get quite
close to the original song.
I?m sure some of it is wrong. If you know how to fix it, you can contact me
so we can sort it out and get proper tab.

Have fun!


Standard Tuning

V1
  E5	    D#5   B#              A5        F#5   A5
|-----------------------------------------------------------------|
|-----------------------------------------------------------------|
|-9-9-9-9-9-6-6-6-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4---------------------------------|
|-9-9-9-9-9-6-6-6-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-7-7-7-7-7-4-4-4-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-|
|-7-7-7-7-7-4-4-4-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-7-7-7-7-7-4-4-4-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-|
|---------------------------------5-5-5-5-5-2-2-2-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-|

V2
   F#5       A5    E5
|----------------------------------------------------|
|----------------------------------------------------|
|------------------9-9-9-9-9-9-9-9-------------------|
|--4-4-4-4-4-7-7-7-9-9-9-9-9-9-9-9-------------------|
|--4-4-4-4-4-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-------------------|
|--2-2-2-2-2-5-5-5-----------------------------------|

V3

|---------------------------------------------------|
|---------------------------------------------------|
|---------------------------------------------------|
|--4-4-4-4-4-7-7-7-6-6-6-6-6-6-6-6------------------|
|--4-4-4-4-4-7-7-7-6-6-6-6-6-6-6-6------------------|
|--2-2-2-2-2-5-5-5-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4------------------|

Lyrics:

V1
Father we make claims on our knees.
V1
Gone in a year, for we?ve nowhere to be.
V2
Nowhere to be
V3
Nowhere to be

Father, stains, they?re all on our knees.
Down on our words and we?ve nothing to be
nothing to be
nothing to be

Further down we?re all on our saints
Paid to appease though we?ve nothing these days
Nothing these days
nothing these days

Father here they?re sprawled in a daze
We?re down on our knees and we?ve nothing to say
Nothing to say
nothing to say