Something Good by Alt-j
This is my first ever submitted tab, believe it or not.
I couldn't find it online anywhere, so here it is.
I've not laid it out with the song as its only 3 parts.
Listen to the song to fit it in. Any corrections, please
email me at hellotompz{at}gmail{dot}com
- and thanks to James Honess for putting me onto this band.
Tabbed by: TompZ
Standard Tuning
Guitar 1 plays this part for the intro and over the top of some other parts too
E|------------------------------2-------|
B|----0---0---0---0---0---0---0--3p2p0--|
G|--------------------------------------|
D|--------------------------------------|
A|--2--22---2--22---2--22---2-----------|
E|--------------------------------------|
E|---------------------------------|
B|----0---0---0---0---0---0--0---0-|
G|---------------------------------|
D|---------------------------------|
A|---------------------------------|
E|--3--33---3--33---3--33---3--33--| (repeat)
Guitar 2 (starts as lyrics do)
E|--------------------------------------|
B|----0--0-----0--0-----0--0-----0--0---|
G|----4--4-----4--4-----4--4-----4--4---|
D|--2--22----0--00----------------------|
A|-----------------------------2--23----|
E|--------------------3--33-------------| (repeat)
oh something good.....
E|-----
B|-----
G|-----
D|--2--
A|--2--
E|-----
for now...... let ring during the piano part
When drums kick in for the chorus parts
E|xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx|
B|xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx|
G|xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx|
D|--2--2--2--2--2--2---------------|
A|--2--2--2--3--3--3--2-2-h5p-2-2-2|
E|--------------------3-3-3---3-3-3| (repeat for all choruses)
Lyrics
Something good, oh something good tonight will make me forget about you for now.
Get high, hit the floor before you go.
Matador, estocada, you’re my blood sport.
But something good tonight will make me forget about you for now
Forty-eight thousand seats bleats and roars for my memories of you,
Now that I’m fully clean the matador is no more and is dragged from view.
Get high, hit the floor before you go.
Matador, estocada, you’re my blood sport.
Forty-eight thousand seats bleats and roars for my memories of you,
Now that I am clean the matador is no more and is dragged from view.
But something good tonight will make me forget about you for now.
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