The Cure – One Hundred Years (Guitar)

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Album: Pornography (1982) Effects: wah wah (riffs) & distortion & reverb I have not tabbed the final solo, but is based on the other riffs played one octave higher (10th fret of string e) then it goes higher (using frets 13, 15, 16, 18, 20).
[Intro]
(drums)
(riff 1) x2
e||-----------------------------------|     |-4-4-3-3-4-4-3--|
B||-3-4-3-4-3-4-3-4-3-4-3-4-3-4-3-1-0-| x2  |-0-0-0-0-0-0-0--|
G||-----------------------------------|     |----------------|
D||----------------------------------------------------------|
A||----------------------------------------------------------|
E||----------------------------------------------------------|
[Verse 1] 0’36”
Cm                             B
It doesn’t matter if we all die

Cm                                  B
Ambition in the back of a black car

Cm                                       B
In a high building there is so much to do

Cm                                  B
Going home time a story on the radio
[Instrumental] 1’06” Cm B Cm B [Verse 2] 1’20”
Cm                                               B
Something small falls out of your mouth, and we laugh

Cm                               B
A prayer for something better, a prayer for something better

              Cm                                   B
Please love me, meet my mother, but the fear takes hold

Cm                                                   B
Creeping up the stairs in the dark, waiting for the death blow

                Bb
Waiting for the death blow
Bb Bb
Bb                     Cm
Waiting for the death blow

(riff 1)
(riff 2)
e||---------------------------|
B||-3-4-3-4-3-4-3-4-3-4-3-4-6-|  x2
G||---------------------------|
D||---------------------------|
A||---------------------------|
E||---------------------------|

e||-----------------------------------3-3-4-4-6-6-|
B||-3-4-3-4-3-4-3-4-3-4-3-4-3-4-3-1-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-|
G||-----------------------------------------------|
D||-----------------------------------------------|
A||-----------------------------------------------|
E||-----------------------------------------------|
[Verse 3] 2’32”
Cm                                          B
Stroking your hair as the patriots are shot

Cm                                     B
Fighting for freedom on the television

Cm                                      B
Sharing the world with slaughtered pigs

Cm                                                B
Have we got everything? She struggles to get away...

Cm                                           B
The pain and the creeping feeling, a little black haired girl

Cm                                             B
Waiting for Saturday, the death of her father pushing her

Cm                                      B
Pushing her white face into the mirror, aching inside me and turn me round

Cm                                    B
Just like the old days, just like the old days

              Bb
Just like the old days
Bb Bb
Bb                 Cm
Just like the old days

(riff 2)
(riff 3)
e||------------------------------------------------------|
B||-3-4-3-4-3-4-3-4-3-4-3-4-6--6-6-8--6--3--6-6-8--6--3--|
G||------------------------------------------------------|
D||------------------------------------------------------|
A||------------------------------------------------------|
E||------------------------------------------------------|

e||-----------------------------------|
B||-3-4-3-4-3-4-3-4-3-4-3-4-3-4-3-1-0-| x2
G||-----------------------------------|
D||-----------------------------------|
A||-----------------------------------|
E||-----------------------------------|
[Verse 4] 4’14”
Cm                                            B
Caressing an old man and painting a lifeless face

Cm                                      B
Just a piece of new meat in a clean room

Cm                                    B
The soldiers close in under a yellow moon

Cm                                            B
All shadows and deliverance under a black flag

Cm                                           B
A hundred years of blood crimson the ribbon tightens round my throat,
I open my mouth and my
Cm                                     B
head bursts open, a sound like a tiger thrashing in the water, thrashing in the water

Cm                                  B
Over and over we die one after the other

Cm                                  B
Over and over we die one after the other

              Bb
One after the other, one after the other
One after the other, one after the other [Outro] 5’25”
                F#
It feels like a hundred years, a hundred years
A hundred years, a hundred years [final solo, 10th fret string e] A hundred years