From: "Jason O'Broin" <J.P.OBroin@newcastle.ac.uk>
Subject: For Archive: CRD's BOC - ME262

Worked this song out a few days ago. Enjoy

A number of points :

1. No solos - can't cope. Sorry
2. Listen to the song for the rhythm as I don't expect that my attempt at 
   showing the rhythm is very good (and is probably wrong anyway!)
3. Please email me with any corrections

Jason
(J.P.OBroin@uk.ac.newcastle)

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ME 262
( - E. Bloom - D. Roeser - S. Pearlman - )

[riff1] D5 // // / D6 / // D5
[repeat riff1 * 3]

Goering's on the phone to Freiburg. Say's Willie's done quite a job
[riff2] D / / / / / / / / / /      Bb / / // C / / / /
Hitler's on the phone from Berlin   Say's I'm gonna make you a star
[repeat riff2]

 
My Captain Von Ondine, here's your next patrol
[riff3] A / / / / / / / C / / / / / / /
A flight of English bombers across the canal
[repeat riff3]
After twelve, they'll all be here
[riff3]
I think you know the job
[riff4] D/ / / / /

[riff5] B / / D / / B (hold B - there is an A tone, but not from the guitar)
[riff6] B / / D / / B (don't let the B ring)

They hung there dependant from the sky
[repeat riff5]
Like some heavy metal fruit
[repeat riff6]
These bombers, ripened, ready to tilt
[repeat riff5]
Must these Englishmen live that I might die
[riff7] F# / / / / / / / / / (position 9)
Must they live that I might die
[repeat riff7]

[repeat riff1 *2 ]

In a G-load disaster from the rate of climb
Sometimes I'd faint and be lost to our side
But there's no reward for failure, but death
So watch me in the mirrors, keep in the glidepath
 
Get me through these radars, no I cannot fail
Not when great silver slugs are eager to feed
I can't fail, no not now
When twenty five bombers wait ripe
 
They hung there dependant from the sky
Like some heavy metal fruit
These bombers, ripened, ready to tilt
Must these Englishmen live that I might die
Must they live that I might die
 
Me-262 prince of turbojet, Junker's jommo 004
Blasts from clustered R4M quartets in my snout
And see these English planes go burn
Now you be my witness how red were the skies
When the fortresses flow, for the very last time
It was dark over Westphalia, in april of T45

B5 / // * 5 ( + bombs soundeffects)

[riff8] A ... B / / / / / C ... B / / / / /
[repeat riff8 *3 ]

[repeat riff5]
[repeat riff6]

They hung there dependant from the sky
Like some heavy metal fruit
These bombers, ripened, ready to tilt
Must these Englishmen live that I might die
Must they live that I might die

[riff1 *2]

Must these Englishmen live that I might die
Junker.s jommo 004   (repeat many times)
[riff2 many times]

A

A

Bombers at 12 o'clock high
[repeat riff5] + A * 4 (no A on 4th repeat)


A

B / /