I Dont Know What It Is Cifras

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   / Rufus Wainwright         /  From his website: "When I first came up with
  / I Don't Know What It Is  /  the lines, "I don't know what it is, but you got
 / Want One                 /  to do it / I don't know where to go, but you got
/__________________________/  to be there" I was at this party for The Strokes
                             in New York. There was this prevailing sense of,
"We're not quite sure what's happening or what is cool, but we know that it's
somewhere around here, in this room." It was this vague confusion, with
everybody kind of sniffing for blood. It wasn't that it was a bad party, or that
I don't like The Strokes; I just think there's a lot of confusion right now in
the music business. Then, later on, I realized the song was really personal. I
didn't know where I was, and I didn't know I was actually lost. It wasn't about
the party at all; it's about searching but not knowing what you're searching
for. There's the train motif, being on this train heading for either oblivion or
salvation – and just holding on for dear life. That song came down from some
mountain somewhere, because it was right after I wrote it that I sort of packed
it in."
 
 
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 Intro:                  | E | - | - | - |
 
 
 1. & 2. Verse:        ||: E | - | Bm/E | - |
 
                         | A(add9) | A | E | F# |
 
                         | B | F#m7(add4) | - | G#m |
 
                         | F#m7 | - |
 
                      1. | Bsus4 | B7 :||
 
                      2. | B | F#m7(add4) | Bsus4  B7 |
 
 
 Interlude:            ||: E | E7 | F#m | Am :||
 
 
 Build-up:               | B/A | E/G# | B/F# | E |
 
                         | Am7 | E7/B | Cdim7 | E/D | E |
 
 
 3. & 4. Verse:          both similar to 1. Verse
 
 
 Build-up:               similar to previous
 
 
 Interlude:              similar to previous
 
                       + | E | E7 |
 
                         | A | E/G# | F#m7 | F#/C# |
 
 
 Orchestral Interlude:   | B | F#m7(add4)/A | F#m | G#m |
 
                         | A | B | A/C# | Am6 |
 
 
                                   1 + 2  + 3 +  4 +   1 +
 5. Verse:               | E | - | F#m/A  E/G#   F#m |   E |
 
                         | A | E/G# | C#m7 | F# |
 
                         | B | F#m7(add4) | F#m | G#m |
 
                         | A | B | C#m |
 
                         | D#7 | - | - |
 
 
 Breakdown:              | A/E | - | - | - |
 
                         | C/G | - |
 
 
 Outro Verse:            | Bsus4 | B7sus4 | F#m/B | Am |
 
                         | Bsus4 | B7sus4 | F#m/A | Am/C |
 
                         | Bsus4 | B7sus4 |
 
 
 Interlude:              similar to previous
 
 
 Outro:                  | Esus4 | E | Bm/E | - |
 
                         | A(add9) | A | E | F#/E |
 
                         | Dm7/E | Am(maj7)/E | - | Bm7/E |
 
                         | A(add9)/E | B7/E | Edim6(add9)
 
 
 
 
 LYRICS
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I don't know what it is
But you got to do it
I don't know where to go
But you got to be there
I don't know where to fall
But I know that it's comfortable where...
I don't know where it is
 
Putting all of my time in learning to care
And a bucket of rhymes I threw up somewhere
Want a locket of who made me lose my perfunctory view
Of all that is around
And of all that I do
 
So I knock on the door
Take a step that is new
Never been here before
Is there anyone else here too?
 
In love with beauty
Playing all of the games
Who thinks three's company
Is there anyone else who wears slightly mysterious bruises?
I don't know what it is
 
Take a looking around at friendly faces
All declaring a war on far off places
Is there anyone else who is through with complaining about what's done unto us
 
So I knock on the door
And I am on the train
Going god knows where to
To get me over
To get me over
 
Give me heaven or hell, Calais or Dover
 
I was hoping the train was my big number
Stopping in Santa Fe and the Atchison-Topeka
Though I'm chugging along, put away by the crossing hand
We'll be heading for Portland or Limbo or Lower Manhattan
Find myself running around
 
I don't know what it is so get me over
I don't know what it is so get me over
I don't know what it is so get me over
To get me over
You gotta do it
You gotta be there
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