"Nutshell" from the Alice in Chains album Jar of Flies


Remarks: A point above a note means: staccato (short). Really
excellent song, like the rest of the album.


INTRO RIFF - Acoustic guitar. Played through entire song.


  Em7    G      D   Cadd9
---------3------2---0----0----0-----0-----0---------0-----0---0--------
--3---3--3---3--3---3----3----3--3--3-----3---3--3--3-----3---3--3--3--
--0---0--0---0--2---0----0----0--0--0-----0---0--0--0-----0---0--0--0--
--2---2--0---0--0---2----2----2--2--0h2---2---2--2--0h2---2---2--2--2--
--2------2----------3----3----------3-----3---------3-----3------------
--0------3-------------------------------------------------------------

           .       Em7
--0--0--0--0----3--3---------
--3--3--3--3----3--3---3--3--
--0--0--0--0-------0---0--0--
--2--2--2--2-------2---2--2--
-------------------2---2--2--
-------------------0---------

Variation (instead of 4th time riff above)

  Em7    G      D   Cadd9                    Cmaj7  Cadd9    Cmaj7
---------3------2---0----0----0-----0---------0-----0---------0--------
--3---3--3---3--3---3----3----3--3--3--x--0---0-----3--x--0---0--------
--0---0--0---0--2---0----0----0--0--0--x--0---0-----0--x--0---0--------
--2---2--0---0--0---2----2----2--2--2--x------2-----2--x------2--------
--2------2----------3----3----------3---------3-----3---------3--------
--0------3-------------------------------------------------------------

           .       Em7
--0--0--0--0----3--3---------
--3--3--3--3----3--3---3--3--
--0--0--0--0-------0---0--0--
--2--2--2--2-------2---2--2--
-------------------2---2--2--
-------------------0---------


VERSE 1

We chase misprinted lies
We face the path of time
And yet I fight
And yet I fight
This battle all alone
No one to cry to
No place to call home


CHORUS - Electrical guitar, play twice

Oooh (4x)

--12-------------------------------------------
-----12----------------------------------------
--------12--11b12r11--9------------------------
-------------------------9(gradual bend)10^^^--
-----------------------------------------------
-----------------------------------------------


--10-------------------------------------------
-----8-----------------------------------------
--------7---7b8r7------------------------------
---------------------10--9^^^------------------
-----------------------------------------------
-----------------------------------------------


VERSE 2

My gift of self is raped
My privacy is raked
And yet I find
And yet I find
Repeating in my head
If I can't be my own
I'd feel better dead


OUTRO SOLO
                                                        
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
-----------------------------------12----------------------------------
----------------------------9--11--12----------------------------------
-----9b10r9------------------------12----------------------------------
-------------10--9b10r9---------------------------------.--------------
-------------------------10-------------0--0--10h12--0--15--0--12^^^^--


-----------------------------------------------------------------------
-----------------------------------12-----12-----12-(<- whammy vib)----
----------------------------9--11--12-----12-----11--------------------
-----9b10r9------------------------12--/9-10--9--10--------------------
-------------10--9b10r9---------------------------------.--------------
-0-0---------------------10--------------------------0--15--0--10h12^^-


------.-----.-----.----.----------0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0------
------12----10----8----7-------5--5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5/-----
-----------------------------5----5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5--------------------
--/10----/9----/9---/7----/5-------------------------------------------
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
-----------------------------------------------------------------------


-----------------------------------------------------------------------
------------0h1h3p1p0h1-----------------12h13h15p13p12-----------------
--------0h2--------------------11h12h14----------------14p12p11--------
--0h2h4---------------------------------------------------------14^^^--
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
-----------------------------------------------------------------------


-----------------------------------------------------------------------
----8------(drop with whammy to 7)-------------------------------------
----11b12--(bend this slightly up so notes stay in unison)-------------
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
-----------------------------------------------------------------------





____________
The sun goes down
I feel the light betray me..... L.P.

L'amore è l'elemento in cui viviamo. Senza di esso vegetiamo appena (Lord Byron)

Nutshell Chords by Alice In Chains


Cadd9                                 Em           G  D
We_____________, we chase misprinted lies

Cadd9                                 Em            G D
We______________, we face the path of time

Cadd9                                              Em       G D
And yet I fight, and yet I fight this battle all alone

Cadd9                               Em           G D
No one to cry to, no place to call home

Cadd9                       Em            G D
WHOOOOOOOOOO WHOOOOOOO WHOOOO  (X2)



Cadd9                                   Em          G D
My___________________ gift of self is raped

Cadd9                             Em              G D
My__________________ privacy is raked

Cadd9                                           Em     G D
And yet I find, and yet I find repeating in my head

Cadd9                                      Em         G D
If i can't be my own...., I'd feel better dead

Cadd9                                  Em        G D
WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO   WHOOOOOOOOO  WHOOOOOO  (X2)


Repeat Music for times

END





____________
The sun goes down
I feel the light betray me..... L.P.

L'amore è l'elemento in cui viviamo. Senza di esso vegetiamo appena (Lord Byron)