7:30 Mode Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
Through [G]smoky
shadowed [D]blues of evening's [C]fall
[G]Did you hear [D]the wind's
harmon[C]ic whine?
[G]Purple into [D]blackness now [C]wield
And [G]grey becomes a thought
[C]respect from time
The "Love Man" slings his
[D]reels of smiles [G]and rhyme
But [C]somehow he does not see her at [G]all[D]
For [G]though his [D]mellow chrome-
wheeled carriage [C]glides
The [G]looking glass has shown
[C]her still another
[G]

[Verse 2]
The choruses of [D]wind- up children [C]dance
While [G]Nancy has to [D]pay for
her new [C]rainbow
Fringed [G]disillusions [D]passed
her into a [C]trance
[G]Her days [C]of
Pochahontas 'neath the table
To figure out to [D]'round about me [G]here
Or [C]thinking to relate her
[G]where she [D]stands
How [G]morning [D]just proceeds
without a [C]flaw
[G]The questions in the [C]drum
ming depths of oceans
[G]

[Verse 3]
The ragman never [D]stops
to wonder [C]why
[G]The streets are haunted [D]by
his own reflec[C]tion[G]
Simple [D]gaze of who and where am [C]I
Out [G]from his sooty por[C]trait of rejection
At least complex, a [D]web of steel and [G]glass
Find [C]thoughts there stumbling
into [G]one another
[D]The[G]resa says her[D] teacher was a foo[C]l
Her [G]aunt Marie says [C]blame is to her [G]mother

[Interlude 1]
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[Verse 4]
The [G]flying [D]dutchman's
lone acoustic [C]drone
[G]Spans time
That weigh[D]s no payment
to his meas[C]ure
Through [G]galleries of [D]endless stormy seas
[C]He roa[G]ms bearing his
[C]brain to be unfilled
Eight hundred years be
[D]fore the mast have [G]lost
He [C]dares not death lest all his
sails be [G]flattened[D]
Room [G]only for [D]relation to an en[C]d
There [G]is no cause to see,
[C]to care or need
[G]

[Verse 5]
Congratulations [D]to the
thread- strung [C]horn
He [G]blew until his [D]notes were lent un[C]able[G]
His soul stripped [D]bare to
bleed of its re[C]morse
In[G]credible [C]armada undermined
Tracked not to be con[D]fined to just [G]exist
In a me[C]dium splintered
stating of what [D]is
He [G]left his strings to [D]melt into no [C]song
The [G]wake of some years [C]past

[Outro 1]
can now be settled
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