Artist: Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
Song: Let The Bells Ring
Album: Abattoir Blues
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The guitar riff (Intro, Verse & Instrumental) :

N.B. This is a simplified transcription

 (1/8 Dm)(Dm)                    (Dm)                (G)
E|------|-----------------------|-------------------|---------------------|
B|------|-3h5p3---3-------3-----|-------------------|-3h5p3---3-----------|
G|--2h5-|-------5-----0h2-------|---------------2h5-|-------5----0--------|
D|------|-----------------------|-------------------|---------------------|
A|------|-----------------------|-------------------|---------------------|
E|------|-----------------------|-------------------|---------------------|
          .       .   .     .     .   .   .   .       .       .   .   .

  (G)                 (Dm)
E|-------------------|-----------------------| ...
B|-------------------|-3h5p3---3-------3-----| ...
G|---------------2h5-|-------5-----0h2-------| ...
D|-------------------|-----------------------| ...
A|-------------------|-----------------------| ...
E|-------------------|-----------------------| ...
   .   .   .   .       .       .   .     .


4/4 bars throughout (unless otherwise indicated)


/ Intro /						|1/8 Dm|Dm|Dm|G|G
							|Dm|Dm|G|G

C'mon, kind Sir, let's walk outside			|Dm|Dm
And breathe the autumn air				|G|G
See the many that have lived and died			|Dm|Dm
See the unending golden stair				|G|G
See all of us that have come behind			|Em|F
Clutching at your hem					|Em|F
All the way from Arkansas				|F|G
To your sweet and last amen				|F|G

	Well, let the bells ring			|Dm|Dm
	He is the real thing				|G|G
	Let the bells ring				|Dm|Dm
	He is the real, real thing			|G|G

/ INSTRUMENTAL /					|Dm|Dm|G|G  [x2]

Take this deafening thunder down			|Dm|Dm
Take this bread and take this wine			|G|G
Your passing is not what we mourn			|Dm|Dm
But the world you left behind				|G|G
Well, do not breathe, nor make a sound			|Em|F
And behold your mighty work				|Em|F
That towers over the uncaring ground			|F|G
Of a lesser, darker world				|F|G

	Oh, let the bells ring				|Dm|Dm
	He is the real thing				|G|G
	Let the bells ring				|Dm|Dm
	He is the real, the real thing			|G|G

/ INSTRUMENTAL /					|Dm|Dm|G|G  [x2]

There are those of us not fit to tie			|Dm|Dm
The laces of your shoes					|G|G
Must remain behind to testify				|Dm|Dm
Through an elementary blues				|G|G
So, let's walk outside, the hour is late		|Em|F
Through your crumbs and scattered shells		|Em|F
Where the awed and the mediocre wait			|F|G
Barely fit to ring the bells				|F|G

	Well, let the bells ring			|Dm Dm
	He is the real thing				|G|G
	Let the bells ring				|Dm|Dm
	He is the real, real thing			|G|G

/ INSTRUMENTAL /					|Dm|Dm|G|G  [x2]
							|Dm _


tabbed by "A Friendly Ghost"
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