This Song Has No Title


F 
 
C/E 
 
Dm 
Tune me in to  
C 
the 
 
 
Bb 
wild side of  
F 
life
Bb 
I’m an innocent  
F 
young child  
C 
sharp 
 
 
Csus4 
as  
C 
 
 
F 
knife 
 
 
C/E 
Dm 
Take me to the garretts where  
C 
the 
 
 
Bb 
artists 
 
 
F 
have 
 
died
Bb 
Show me the courtrooms where the  
A7 
judges have l
Dm 
ied

Let me drink deeply from the water and the wine

Light coloured candles in dark dreary mines
Look in the mirror and stare at myself
And wonder if that’s really me on the shelf

 
Bb7 
And each day I learn just a
Eb7 
little bit more
Ab7 
I don’t know why but I
Db7 
do know what for
Bb7 
If we’re all going somewhere  
Eb7 
let’s get there  
Ab7 
soon
 
Oh this  
Db7 
song’s got no  
Gb7 
title just  
G 
words and a  
B/C 
tune  
F/C 
 
C 
 
F 
 
C/E 

Take me down alleys where the murders are done

In a vast high powered rocket to the core of the sun
Want to read books in the studies of men
Born on the breeze and die on the wind

If I was an artist who paints with his eyes

I’d study my subject and silently cry
Cry for the darkness to come down on me
For confusion to carry on turning the wheel

One Comment:

  1. Over the word “tune” it should be a Bb/C, not B/C.

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