Music is a universal language, and needs not be translated. With it soul speaks to soul
Standard guitar tuning:EADGBENo capo
Introstrum F Dm F Dm F so on, the lick sort of just comes naturally GLet my inspiration Dmflow in token Amrhyme, Gsuggesting Frhythm, FThat will not fCorsake me, till my Ftale is told and CdonCe.F G C Dm7 GWhile the firelights Dmaglow, strange shadows Amfrom the Gflames will Fgrow, FTill things weve never Cseen will seem Ffamiliar. Same pattern for the following verses: Shadows of a sailor, forming winds both foul and fair all swarm. Down in Carlisle, he loved a lady many years ago. Here beside him stands a man, a soldier from the looks of him, Who came through many fights, but lost at love. While the storyteller speaks, a door within the fire creaks; Suddenly flies open, and a girl is standing there. Eyes alight, with glowing hair, all that fancy paints as fair, She takes her fan and throws it, in the lions den. Which of you to gain me, tell, will risk uncertain pains of hell? I will not forgive you if you will not take the chance. The sailor gave at least a try, the soldier being much too wise, Strategy was his strength, and not disaster. Heres the solo. Sorry, scratch that. Please, will somebody tab the solo? The sailor, coming out again, the lady fairly leapt at him. Thats how it stands today. You decide if he was wise. The storyteller makes no choice. Soon you will not hear his voice. His job is to shed light, and not to master.
Interludethingy) goes F for a while, Cmaj7 for a while, C7, then: FSince the end is never Dmtold, weC7 pay the teller off in Cgold, FIn hopes he will return, but Dmhe canEnot be bought or sold. Then: EInspiAration, move me Dbrightly. ELight the song with Asense and color; AHold away despair, Emore than Athis I will not Eask. EFaced with F♯mmysteries Adark and DvaC♯mst, Bm Estatements just seem Avain at DlaC♯mst. Bm ASome Bmrise, Asome Bmfall, Asome Bmclimb, to get to Aterrapin. ECounting Astars by candleElight, all are F♯mdim but Aone is DbrC♯mightBm; EThe spiral light of AVenus, rising Dfirst and shining Ebest, EOn, Afrom the northwest Ecorner, of a F♯mbrand new Acrescent DmoC♯mon, Bm EWhile crickets and Acicadas DsiAngE, a rare and different tune, ETerrapin BstaAtion. EIn the shadow Bof the Emoon, terrapin BstaAtion. AAnd I know well Dbe there Esoon, terrapin EI cant figure out, terrapin, if its the end or beginning, terrapin, EBut the trains put its brakes on, terrapin, EAnd the whistle is screaming, Dterrapin.
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