Guitar Tab for Animal Instinct by The Cranberries

As Henry W. Longfellow has once said, “Still achieving, still pursuing, learn to labor and wait”, my self-education of guitar playing is still in progress. It takes willpower and perseverance to achieve dexterity in changing chords flawlessly and keeping rhythms while playing the guitar. Every famous guitarist including Jimmy Page and Eric Clapton, who were also self-taught, has gone through the same phase I am in.

When I practice, I play guitar tabs easy to play with chords, such as G, A, Em, Dm, D7, D, Am, A7, C, E, E7, and G7, all of which are used in most of popular songs.  And “Animal Instinct” by The Cranberries are composed of such chords as follows. The tabs herein are posted by the courtesy of

Em         Am                     C
Suddenly something has happened to me
As I was having my cup of tea
 Em         Am               C
Suddenly I was feeling depressed
I was utterly and totally stressed
 Em    Am                C    D
Do you know you made me cry
 Em    Am                C    D
Do you know you made me die
 Em                       Am
And the thing that gets to me
 C                      D
Is you’ll never really see
 Em                        Am
And the thing that freaks me out
 C                       D
Is I'll always be in doubt
 Em       Am                  C
It is a lovely thing that we have
It is a lovely thing that we
 Em       Am                  C
It is a lovely thing, the animal
The animal instinct

So take my hands and come with me
We will change reality
So take my hands and we will pray
They won't take you away
They will never make me cry, no
They will never make me die
And the thing that gets to me
Is you'll never really see
And the thing that freaks me out
Is I'll always be in doubt

The animal, the animal,
The animal instinct in me
It's the animal, the animal,
The animal instinct in me
It's the animal, it’s the animal,
It's the animal instinct in me x2

“The Peanuts” jam!

I can sing the song while playing the guitar. It’s such an exhilarating sensation to actively and tangibly participate in a musical activity!

And I love this song! Dolores of The Cranberries is a superb singer.

Comment te dire adieu – Francoise Hardy

I like Francoise Hardy a famous French singer in the 1960s. Her songs are about what I would call “romantic loneliness”. Despite her beauty, intelligence, and sensitivity, she always seems to sing a song about her lover leaving for another woman which I can associate myself with. As a matter of fact, the singer herself is an intelligent woman who attended at the prestigious French national university Sorbonne. Her shyness and uniquely simple but elegant fashion style in her prime time were what distinguished her from her fellow chanteuses. I see no other female singers as elegant as Hardy to this date. And this song is one of my top list of songs I like.

Incongruent? Anachronistic?

Where am I?…

The above-referenced adjectives are hard to choose when I describe my own self. Am I out of place? Yes, I feel frequently so when I talk with others and find myself estranged from their subject matters that are uninteresting. Anachronistic? Yes, when I listen to what others say about their life patterns and their perspectives on trivia, relationships, facebooks, etc., etc…

In fact, I always feel uprooted to the time and place where I do not belong or I do not seem to find much comfortable to live. Such feeling of estrangement from the present has developed a certain kind of malaise in me, which is akin to perpetual melancholy.


I often ask myself where I should be. My peers seem to have already established themselves in their lives whether it is at home or at work; they are married with children, tending the family matters as homemakers or they are successful career women in terms of social strata outside the home. No wonder do I feel alienated from the group.

Is this all but an illusion?

I ask again myself. “Quo vadis?” Will I always be a stranger among these aggregates I encounter here at this time of my life? My true volition is to get a crystal ball that will show me the right avenue leading me to the right place in my life. Or seeing a chiromancer may fulfill my never-ending sense of premonition.

Or it might be that all these things that I talk about and feel are nothing but a Kafkasque dream; that all of the aforesaid and things I am writing down are not of a reality but of a very realistic illusion.

It’s a Litany of Saturday Night Melancholy. Thank you all for reading it.

Alone, alone, all all alone, Alone on a Wide, wide sea.”

-Samuel Taylor Coleridge