I've decided that this is to be me last post on this. I've picked me guitar up for the first time in a number of years. So as a final post I've put some new lyrics.
TOMORROW ALWAYS KNOWSG G7
C F Am
One for tomorrow and one for today
One for the History declined anyway
One for the concrete and one for the rust
One for the cliched pretentiousness
And it is all down to tomorrow
One for the conscious and one for the tired
One for this rootless peripheral sleep
One for the writer with no earthly skill
One for the barman who is constantly pissed/and his mythology
And it is all down to tomorrow
One for the foolish for one who’s inspired
By this grey City in which we're mired.
One for a Lowry and one for Millais
'A willow grows aslant a brook'
And it is all down to tomorrow
And it is all down to tomorrow
And it is all down to tomorrow
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WHY WAS I BORN WITH A DIFFERENT FACE.C D G Em F
C-Am Run
Am
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There he stood irreverent naked in serene presence
Stood alone irrelevant he deftly spun the times he knew
in that garden spoiled by few gentle stones softly spake that
Spines/Times grow hard
Hearts grow hard
To the Sound/mind of William Blake
Rustling tress and shallow skies restless souls now satisfied
Intoned truths debris of youth romantic answers meekly sooth
Statues weep and sculptors sleep plotting ruthless emergencies
Spines/Times grow hard
Hearts grow hard
To the Sound/mind of William Blake
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G
In the search for something new you dig up prehistoric views
D C G
and it’s all in the news but it’s no excuse.
G
In the search for credibility you sponsor/foster imbecility
D C G
And it’s all in the news an no one cries/cares
C D
You said there is something in this
C D
you said that you believe this (and)
G F C
It goes right over my head
G F G
It goes right over my head
G
Hunting complex characters you descend on amateurs
D C G
And its all on the news when your soul dies
G
The pretence is empiricist the outcome is we enlist
D C G
And it’s all in the news 'til/when someone dies
C D
You said there is something in this
C D
you said that you believe this
G F C
It goes right over my head
G F G
It goes right over my head
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A C#m
I don’t like the way
A C#m
This memory makes me feel
G D A
And I know that you know it too
A C#m
Thin skin it repels
A C#m
more than it attracts
G D A
And I know that you know it too
C Em
Here we go looking back
C Em A
Cultured nostalgia trap we’re going backwards
A painting of tepid touch
Born not asking/not up to much
I know that you know it too
Just that you have failed
To make a market for yourself
I know that you know it too
Here we go looking back
Cultured nostalgia trap we're going backwards.
Here we go looking back
Cultured nostalgia trap we’re going backwards.
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