Music is a universal language, and needs not be translated. With it soul speaks to soul
DThere is a man holding a megaphone, so he Amust have been the voice of God. The bystandD7ers claimed they saw angels flying uGp and down the block. Well, they must have Gmbeen attached to wires. I saw one laying in the Bmlawn with a brAoken arm, so I calledA 911. So that is one lDess founded opinion. One more Acause for a dispute. So the sD7treet filled, like a basin, up with cGameras and their crews and they Gmwashed away the rumors leaving jBmust the concrete truth. It was a sApectacle. No, I mean a Amiracle. So then I Dfell like that girl from a bAalance beam. A gymD7nasium of eyes were all hoGlding on to me. I lifted one fooGmt to cross the other and I fBmelt myself slipping. It was a sAmall mistake. Sometimes that is Aall it takes. Bm Now I'm staring at my wrGist, hoping that the timing is rAight. When the planes wDill align. There will be no planets to Galign. Just the carcass of theGm sun and those little painted mGmarbles spinning endless through an endless black sky.Standard guitar tuning:EADGBENo capo
D D D DIt was in a fDoreign hotel's bathtub I baptAized myself in change. And D7one by one I drowned all of the pGeople I had been. I emGmerged to find the parallels were Bmfewer. I was cleansed. I looked Ain the mirror and someone Anew was there. Still, I was as hDelpless as a chess piece when I was liftedA up by someone's hand and deD7livered from the corner my enemiGes had got me in. But in Gmall of my salvation I still Bmfelt imprisoned inside that hoAlding cell that is Amyself. So I wDait for the day when I'll hAear the key as it D7turns in the lock and the Gguard will say to me, "Oh my patient prisoner you have waited for this day Bm and finally you are fAree! You are free! You areA freezing." Bm Now I'm staring at the suGn, waiting for it to exAplode. Because a day is gonna cDome, don't know when but it will Gcome and then we will finally know theGm way out of here. GmAnd I will throw away this wrinkled map and my chart of stars and compass, cracked. And I'll climb out that tree all wet with sap to avoid the hungry beasts below. I'll cut out my love's tongue and sing of a graveyard gray and a garden green and then we won't have to worry no more. No we won't ever worry again abouthow this song or story ends about how this song and story will end.
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