Transcribed by Michael Chipperfield (27.Feb.2003) 
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http://homepages.ihug.com.au/~mchipper/
Transcribed with the use of Transcribe Version 6.00 
by Seventh String Software 
http://www.seventhstring.demon.co.uk/
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    * Greenlander - by Pavement *
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  G6sus2                            
E----x--------0------0------3------0------0
B----3--------2------1------0------0------3
G----0--------2------0------0------0------0
D----0--------2------2------0------2------2
A----X--------0------3------2------2------3
E----3--------X------X------3------0------x
[Regular tuning]
Intro: This could be bass, but on guitar it is a 3rd fret on the low E string.
G6sus2                         
	On an icy island north
                                       
	In the woods beside the church
                                       
	We can bury crills and lockets - filled with dirt
	                  
	And when the April thaws
                            
	Brings us out again
                          
	We can bless the arrows
                          
	And the sun won t stall
                          
	And the land will never fall
G6sus2                               
	On virgin fields we ll skate
                                      
	Snap our children we ll create
                                      
	But the artic wind breeze ends
                                                 
	And windmills thrill - into the threshing floor
                          
	You can t thresh the snow
                          
	When the snow is ending
                           
	There s no deep vine grove
                           
	You can t see the blankets go
G6sus2                             
	Everything I did was right
                                    
	Everything I said was wrong
                                       
	Now we re waiting for the night
                                         
	To bring the dawn - into the only room
                          
	Where the fire s warm
                          
	Where we keep our vices warm
                           
	And that s all that s left
                           
	All that s left is vices torn