The Cure

100 years(Tabs)

The Cure

Key: Cm

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	        -Pornography- opens up with this cool anti-God-given-anything-good song. 
I was too lazy to put the chords over the words but here is the riff 
nonetheless: 
 
  Cm           B            Cm           B 
 
E ------------|------------|------------|-----4--3--4-3-| 
B ------------|------------|------------|---------------| 
G -7/\/\/\/\/-|-7/\/\/\/\/-|-7/\/\/\/\/-|-4-------------| 
D ------------|------------|------------|---------------| 
A ------------|------------|------------|---------------| 
E ------------|------------|------------|---------------|
 
If you have heard the song before, I am sure you know what 7/\/\/\/ means. 
To play that you just have to repeatedly bend the note 1/2 step up and 
down.  And I think you strike the note a couple times in the measure (say 
around four times- I have not transcribed it that way).  You will notice 
that the song goes from Cm to B.  If I wanted to be technical, for the 
fourth measure I would have wrote B, Bsus4/6, Bsus4/#5, Bsus4/6 over the 4--3-4 
notes on the high E string but I am not going to. 
 
That is the main riff.  For the lyrics such as 'waiting for the death blow', 
'just like the old days' and 'one after the other', a Bb chord is played. 
For the 'a hundred years' part, Gb is played and then the song goes back to 
Cm to B.  That is basically it.  Here are the lyrics: 
 
It doesn't matter if we all die 
Ambition in the back of a black car 
In a high building there is so much to do 
Going home time 
A story on the radio 
 
Something small falls out of your mouth 
And we laugh 
A prayer for something better 
A prayer for something better 
 
Please love me 
Meet my mother 
But the fear takes hold 
Creeping up the stairs in the dark 
Waiting for the death blow 
Waiting for the death blow 
Waiting for the death blow 
 
Stroking your hair as the patriots are shot 
Fighting for freedom on the television 
Sharing the world with slaughtered pigs 
Have we got everything? 
She struggles to get away 
 
The pain and the creeping feeling 
A little black haired girl 
Waiting for Saturday 
The death of her father pushing her 
Pushing her white face into the mirror 
Aching inside me 
And turn me around 
Just like the old days 
Just like the old days 
Just like the old days 
Just like the old days 
 
Caressing an old man 
And painting a lifeless face 
Just a piece of new meat in a clean room 
The soldiers close in under a yellow moon 
All shadows and deliverance 
Under a black flag 
A hundred years of blood 
Crimson 
The ribbon tightens round my throat 
I open my mouth 
And my head bursts open 
A sound like a tiger thrashing in the water 
Thrashing in the water 
Over and over 
We die one after the other 
Over and over 
We die one after the other 
One after the other 
One after the other 
One after the other 
One after the other 
 
It feels like a hundred years 
A hundred years 
A hundred years 
A hundred years 
A hundred years 
One hundred years
	        

Written by words by Robert Smith/ music by Simon Gallup/ Laurence Tolhurst/ and Robert Smith

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