2 acessos
[Intro] F G E F F G E Am F G E F F E F G Dm A Through the rain and all the clatter F C G Under the Fremont bridge I saw a pigeon fly Dm F C A Fly in fear from the raptor come to take its life Dm A And as it closed in for the capture F C G I funnelled the fear through my ancient eyes Dm F To see in flight, what I know are C A The bitter mechanics of life F G E F Under my hat it reads "the lines are all imagined" F G E Am A fact of life I know to hide from my little girls F G E F I know my place amongst the bugs and all the animals F E And it's from these ordinary people F G You are longing to be free Dm A My hotel and on the TV F C G A preacher on the stage like a buzzard cries Dm F C A Our a warning of phony sorrow. He's trying to get a rise. Dm A The cyanide of an almond F C G Let him look at your hands, get the angles right Dm F C A Ace of spades, Port of Morrow, life is death is life. F G E F I saw a photograph; Cologne in '27 F G E Am And then a postcard after the bombs in '45 F G E F Must have been a world of evil clowns that let it happen F E But now I recognise, dear listeners, F G That you were there and so was I Dm F Dm C A Dm F C A F G E F Under my hat I know the lines are all imagined F G E Am A fact of life I must impress on my little girls F G E F I know my place amongst the creatures in the pageant F E And there are flowers in the garbage F G And a skull under your curls Dm F Dm C A Dm F C A