Tonalité : C minor
Verse 1
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This is a nine- minute beat poem.
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It's called, "Storm"
Verse 2
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Inner North London, top floor flat,
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All white walls, white carpet, white cat,
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Rice paper partitions,
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modern art and am bition
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The host's a physician,
Bright bloke,
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has his own practice
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His girlfriend's an actress,
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an old mate of ours from home
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Cm
And they're always great fun,
so to dinner we've come.
Verse 3
Cm
The 5th guest is an unknown,
Gm
The hosts have just thrown us
together for a favour
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Eb
'Cause this girl's just
arrived from Australia
Fm
And she's moved to
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North London
And she's the sister of someone or
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has some connection.
Verse 4
Cm
As we make introductions I'm
struck by her beauty
She's irrefutably fair with dark
eyes and dark hair
But as she sits,
I admit I'm a little bit wary
'Cause I notice the tip of
the wing of a fairy
Tattooed on that popular area just
above the derrière
And when she says "I'm
Sagittarian,"
I confess a pigeonhole starts to form
And is immediately filled with pigeon
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A
when she says her name is Storm.
Verse 5
Cm
Conversation is initially bright
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G
and light hearted
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But it's not long before Storm
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gets started:
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"You can't know anything,
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knowledge is merely opinion!"
She opines,
over her Cabernet Sauvignon,
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Cm
Vis- à- vis some un
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Cm
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hippily empirical comment by me.
Verse 6
Eb
"Not a good start" I think,
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Cm
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We're only on pre- dinner drinks,
Cm
And across the room,
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my wife widens her eyes,
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Fm
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D
Silently begs me: "Be nice!"
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Gm
A matrimonial warning,
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G
not worth ignoring
Cm
So I resist the urge to ask Storm
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Whether knowledge is so loose-
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weave of a morning when
Deciding whether to leave her
apartment by the front door
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F
Or the window on her second floor.
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The food is delicious and Storm,
Verse 7
Ab
Whilst avoiding all meat
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happily sits and eats
Fm
As the good doctor,
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Eb
Slightly pissedly holds court on some
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F
Fm
Anachronistic aspect
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of medical history
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Gm
Ab
When Storm suddenly
Bb
insists:
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"But the human body is a
mystery!"
"Science just falls in a hole when it
Tries to explain the the nature
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of the soul."
Verse 8
My hostess throws me a glance.
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She, like my wife,
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knows there's a chance
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D
I'll be off on one of my rare
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Eb
but fun rants but I shan't
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My lips are sealed,
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I just wanna enjoy the meal
Gm
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Cm
And al though Storm
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is starting to get my goat
Cm
I have no intention of rocking
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the boat
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D
Although it's becoming a bit of a wrestle
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F
Cm
Because like her meteorolo
gical namesake,
Storm has no such concerns
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for our vessel:
Verse 9
"Pharmaceutical companies are the enemy,
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Ab
They promote drug dependency
at the cost of the natural remedies
That are all our bodies need
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They are im moral and driven by greed.
Why take drugs when herbs
can solve it?
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Why use chemicals when homeopathic
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solvents can resolve it?
I think it's time we all
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Bb
Return- to- live with natural
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medical alternatives."
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And try as I like,
Verse 10
Cm
D
a small crack appears in
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D
Cm
my diplomacy- dike.
"By definition," I begin,
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D
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"Alternative medicine," I continue,
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Fm
"Has either not been proved to work,
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A
or been proved not to work.
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Do you know what they call
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Alternative medicine that's been
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proved to work?
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Medicine."
Verse 11
Cm
"So you don't believe in any natural
remedies?"
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Cm
"On the contrary Storm, actually Before we came
Verse 12
to tea,
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I took a natural remedy derived
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from the bark of a willow tree
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A painkiller that's virtually
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side- ef fect free
Fm
Eb
It's got a weird name, darling,
Fm
Gm
what was it again?
Cm
Eb
M- masprin? Basprin? Oh
yeah! Asprin!
Dm
Which I paid about a buck for down
Cm
at the local drugstore.
Verse 13
Fm
The debate briefly abates
Cm
as my hosts collect plates
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Gm
But as they return with desserts
Cm
Storm pertly asserts:
Bb
"Shakespeare said it first:
There are more things in heaven and
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Cm
Earth than ex ist in your philosophy.
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Science is just how we're
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trained to look at reality,
Gm
Cm
It doesn't explain love
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or spirituality.
Gm
How does science explain psychic
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s? Auras?
The afterlife? The power of prayer?"
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I'm becoming aware that I'm
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staring,
Cm
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I'm like a rabbit
Cm
Suddenly trapped in the blinding
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Bb
headlights of vacuous crap.
Cm
Bb
Maybe it's the Hamlet she just
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Fm
misquothed
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Gm
Or the sixth glass of wine I just quaffed
Cm
But my dip lomacy dike groans
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And the arsehole held back by its stone
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Cm
Fm
s can be held back no more:
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Bb
"Look, Storm, Sorry I don't mean
Verse 15
Cm
to bore you
Bb
Ab
but there's no such thing as an aura!
Cm
Reading Auras is like reading minds or
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Dm
C#
Tea- leaves or star- signs
or meridian lines
Cm
Bb
These people aren't applying a skill,
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Bb
Cm
They're either lying or mentally ill.
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Same goes for people who claim they
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Fm
hear God's demands
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And spiritual healers who
think they've magic hands.
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By the way, why
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Cm
F#m
do we think it's okay for
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People to pretend they
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D
can talk to the dead?
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Gm
Cm
Isn't that totally fucked in the head?
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F#m
Lying to some crying
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Bb
woman whose child has died
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And telling her you're in touch
with the other side?
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Cm
I think that's fundamentally sick
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Eb
Ab
Do we need to clarify here that there's
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no such thing as a psychic?
Cm
What are we, fucking two?
Verse 17
Cm
Bb
Do we actually think that
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Db
Horton Heard a Who?
F#m
Cm
Do we still believe that Santa
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brings us gifts?
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That Michael Jackson didn't
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have facelifts?
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B
Are we still so stunned by
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D
circus tricks that we think
That the dead would wanna talk
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to pricks like John Edwards?
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Storm to her credit
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A
despite my derision
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Cm
keeps firing off clichés
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A
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With startling precision like a sniper using
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bollocks for ammunition
Verse 19
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Dm
"You're so sure of your position
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but you're just closed- minded
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I think you'll find that your
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faith in science and
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Tests is just as blind as the faith
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of any fundamentalist"
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"Wow that's a good
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point,
let me think for a bit.
Oh wait, my mistake,
that's absolute bullshit.
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Cm
F#m
Science adjusts it's views
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based on what's observed.
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Cm
Faith is the denial of observation
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so that Belief can be preserved.
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D
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If you show me that, say, homeopathy works,
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Cm
then I will change my mind
Adim
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I'll spin on a fucking dime
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Cm
I'll be embarrassed as hell,
But I will run through the streets yelling
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'It's a miracle! Take
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physics and bin it!
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Water has memory!
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Bb
And while it's memory of a long
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Lost drop of onion juice
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seems Infinite
Fm
B
It somehow for gets all the poo
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D
it's had in it!'
Verse 21
Cm
You show me that it works
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and how it works
Cm
B
And when I've recovered
from the shock
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I will take a compass and carve 'Fancy
That' on the side of my cock."
Verse 22
Everyone's just staring now,
But I'm pretty pissed and I've
dug this far down,
So I figure, in for penny,
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in for a pound:
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"Life is full of mys
Verse 23
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teries,
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yeah
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D
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But there are an swers out there
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G
Cm
And they won't be found by
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people sitting around
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D
Looking serious and saying 'Isn't
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D
A
life mysterious?'
'Let's sit here and hope.
Let's call up the fucking Pope.
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Cm
Let's go watch Oprah interview
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Deepak Chopra.'
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If you wanna watch tele, you should
Verse 24
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watch Scooby Doo.
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Fm
F#
That show was so cool
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because every time there
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Was a church with a ghoul or a
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ghost in a school
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They looked beneath the mask
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Ab
and what was inside?
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Fm
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The fucking janitor or the dude
who ran the waterslide.
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Because throughout history every
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D
Mystery ever solved has turned out to be
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Not Magic.
Verse 25
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Does the idea that there might
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F
be knowledge frighten you?
Cm
Bm
D
Does the idea that one afternoon on
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Cm
Wiki- fucking- pedia might
enlighten you frighten you?
Bm
D
Does the notion that there may not be
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F#m
a supernatural so blow your
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Hippy noodle that you'd rather just
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Cm
Stand in the fog of your in
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ability to Google?
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this enough?
Cm
Just this world?
Verse 27
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Am
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Just this beautiful, complex,
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wonderfully unfathomable, natural world?
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C
How does it so fail to hold
our attention that we have to
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Diminish it with the invention of cheap,
man- made myths and monsters?
If you're so into your Shakespeare,
Fm
D
lend me your ear:
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"To gild re fined gold,
to paint the lily,
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C
To throw perfume on the violet...
is just fucking silly"
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Or something like that.
Or what about Satchmo?!
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Gm
"I see trees of Green,
Red roses too,"
And fine, if you wish to glorify
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Krishna and Vishnu in a
Post- colonial,
Condescending bottled-
up and labeled
Kind of way then whatever, that's ok.
C
But here's what gives me a hard- on:
I am a tiny, insignificant,
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ignorant bit of carbon.
I have one life,
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C
and it is short and unimportant...
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But thanks to recent scientific
advances I get to live
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Twice as long as my great great great
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great uncleses and auntses.
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Twice as long to live this life of mine
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Twice as long to love this wife of mine
Twice as many years of friends and wine
Of sharing curries and getting
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Am
shitty at good- looking hippies
With fairies on their spines
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and butterflies on their titties.
And if perchance I have offended
Think but this and all is
mended:
We'd as well be 10 minutes back in time,
Outro 1
For all the chance you'll change your mind.
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