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Motorway To Roswell - Pixies

transcribed by Adam Farmer 
lead guitar transcribed by Jere Klami 

Intro: (not very accurate, corrections welcome)
E 77-77-7-87-87-7-87-87-7-10-10-10-10--10--8--8--8--8---8---
B ------------------------12-12-12-12--12--10-10-10-10--10--

There are three different lead guitar things:
     B       C#m     G#      C#m

1. B 4-------5---4---4-------4-------

2. B ------------------------4-/5-4--
   G --------------------------------
   D --421-------------642-4---------
   A -2---------------4--------------

3. E ----------7---------------------
   B 7-------9--9----7-------9---7---

And here's the chorus:
C#m                      B         G#
Sparkled as he turned to graze our city

 E                            G

B 0-------------------------- -------3--00---

  He started heading for the  motorway

  B               E7

B 577577-7-7---   577-7-577-7-7---
  and he came right down


Chords

B   C#m   G#   E    G    E5

7    4    4    0    3    7
7    5    4    0    3    9
8    6    5    1    4    9
9    6    6    2    5    9
9    4    6    2    5    7
7    X    4    0    3    X


B             C#m
Last night he could not make it
G#                   C#m
He tried hard but he could not make it
B             C#m
Last night he could not make it
B        C#m
On a holiday
G#
For many miles
C#m                    B
Looking for a place to stay
B                  C#m
Near some friendly star
G#
He found this mote
    C#m                    B
And now we wonder where we are
B                 C#m
How could this so great
G#
Turn so shitty
   C#m              B
He ended up in army crates
B                  C#m
And photographs in files
G#
His tiny boat
C#m                     B          G#
Sparked as he turned to grazed our city
E                        G
I started driving on the motorway
B             E5
I was feeling down

B   C#m  G#  C#m

B             C#m               G#   C#m
Last night he could not make it
B             C#m
Last night he could not make it
G#                   C#m
He tried hard but he could not make it
B             C#m
Last night he could not make

B   C#m  G#  C#m

On a holiday
So many miles
Looking for a place to stay
Near some friendly star
He found this mote
And now we wonder
How could this so great
Turn so shit
He ended up in army crates
And photographs in files
His tiny boat
Sparked as he grazed it
He started heading for the motorway
And he came right down