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From: "Dan Newcombe"
Date: 27 Sep 93 08:46:56 EDT
Subject: CRD: _Internal Exile_ by Fish
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Internal Exile by Fish, from the album Internal Exile.
This song is rather easy to play, at least the guitar part. The fiddles
whistle and accordian make it sound tough. Listen to the album for the
rythym.
-Dan Newcombe, [email protected]
The chords used are:
[G] [C] [B] [A]
[EADGBE] [EADGBE] [EADGBE] [EADGBE]
320033 x32010 x20010 x02220
Intro:
[G]
[G]I saw a blue[C] umbrell[G]a in Princes Street Gardens,
[C]Heading [B]out west [A]for [G]the Lothian Road.
[G]An Evening N[C]ews stuf[G]fed deep in his pocket,
[C]Wrapped up[B] in his p[A]roblems, t[G]o keep away the cold.
[G]Grierson's[C] spirit[G] haunts the dockyards,
[C]Where th[B]e only men wor[A]king are on [G]documentary crews,
[G]Shooting film[C] as the[G] lines get longer,
[C]As the se[B]ams run o[A]ut, all t[G]he oil runs dry.
(Chorus)
[G]Hey there [C]laddi[G]e, Intern[G]al Exile! When will [A]you re[G]alise, we got to let go?
[G]Hey there [C]lassi[G]e, Intern[G]al Exile! When w[A]ill yo[G]u realise, we got to let go?
[G] [C] [G] [G] [A] [G]
[G]Starlings whe[C]eling[G] round Georgian spire,
[C]And the f[B]ires of Grangemo[A]uth burn [G]the skies
[G]A lion slee[C]ps in a t[G]enemant close,
[C]In a countr[B]y that's [A]tired [G]and deaf to his roar.
(Chorus)
Same chords, just picked:
[G]They bury a wa[C]steland [G]deep in the wildernes,
[C]Poison [B]the soil [A]and reap [G]the harvest,
[G]of blind indiff[C]erenc[G]e, greed and apathy,
[C]Sowed way [B]back in[A] our hi[G]story.
[G]The fish are [C]few and t[G]he harbours are empty,
[C]The kells now [B]rot on our [A]oil slicked [G]shores.
[G]The sheep ar[C]e go[G]ne, the farms deserted,
[C]We're out of [B]sight and we're[A] out of [G]mind.
(Chorus)
[G]Like our fathers be[C]fore us, [G] We've eyes for america,
[C]Dream of a new [B]life [A]on f[G]oreign shores.
[G]But wherever w[C]e go, w[G]e'll always know
[C]that the l[B]and we s[A]tand on, i[G]s never our own.
(Chorus)
We gotta go now, ....
(Faster part)
[G] [C] [B] [G] [C] [B]
(REAL FAST)
[G] [C] [G] [A] [G]
[--]Daniel A. Newcombe Clayton State College
Computing Services Morrow, GA 30260
E-Mail Address: [email protected] (404)-961-3421
-------------------------------------
- I just want to be free - I'm happy to be lonely.
Marillion, Misplaced Childhood
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Subject: CRD: _Internal Exile_ by Fish
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X-Mailer: Pegasus Mail v2.3 (R4).
Internal Exile by Fish, from the album Internal Exile.
This song is rather easy to play, at least the guitar part. The fiddles
whistle and accordian make it sound tough. Listen to the album for the
rythym.
-Dan Newcombe, [email protected]
The chords used are:
[G] [C] [B] [A]
[EADGBE] [EADGBE] [EADGBE] [EADGBE]
320033 x32010 x20010 x02220
Intro:
[G]
[G]I saw a blue[C] umbrell[G]a in Princes Street Gardens,
[C]Heading [B]out west [A]for [G]the Lothian Road.
[G]An Evening N[C]ews stuf[G]fed deep in his pocket,
[C]Wrapped up[B] in his p[A]roblems, t[G]o keep away the cold.
[G]Grierson's[C] spirit[G] haunts the dockyards,
[C]Where th[B]e only men wor[A]king are on [G]documentary crews,
[G]Shooting film[C] as the[G] lines get longer,
[C]As the se[B]ams run o[A]ut, all t[G]he oil runs dry.
(Chorus)
[G]Hey there [C]laddi[G]e, Intern[G]al Exile! When will [A]you re[G]alise, we got to let go?
[G]Hey there [C]lassi[G]e, Intern[G]al Exile! When w[A]ill yo[G]u realise, we got to let go?
[G] [C] [G] [G] [A] [G]
[G]Starlings whe[C]eling[G] round Georgian spire,
[C]And the f[B]ires of Grangemo[A]uth burn [G]the skies
[G]A lion slee[C]ps in a t[G]enemant close,
[C]In a countr[B]y that's [A]tired [G]and deaf to his roar.
(Chorus)
Same chords, just picked:
[G]They bury a wa[C]steland [G]deep in the wildernes,
[C]Poison [B]the soil [A]and reap [G]the harvest,
[G]of blind indiff[C]erenc[G]e, greed and apathy,
[C]Sowed way [B]back in[A] our hi[G]story.
[G]The fish are [C]few and t[G]he harbours are empty,
[C]The kells now [B]rot on our [A]oil slicked [G]shores.
[G]The sheep ar[C]e go[G]ne, the farms deserted,
[C]We're out of [B]sight and we're[A] out of [G]mind.
(Chorus)
[G]Like our fathers be[C]fore us, [G] We've eyes for america,
[C]Dream of a new [B]life [A]on f[G]oreign shores.
[G]But wherever w[C]e go, w[G]e'll always know
[C]that the l[B]and we s[A]tand on, i[G]s never our own.
(Chorus)
We gotta go now, ....
(Faster part)
[G] [C] [B] [G] [C] [B]
(REAL FAST)
[G] [C] [G] [A] [G]
[--]Daniel A. Newcombe Clayton State College
Computing Services Morrow, GA 30260
E-Mail Address: [email protected] (404)-961-3421
-------------------------------------
- I just want to be free - I'm happy to be lonely.
Marillion, Misplaced Childhood
