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Dead Melodies

Höfundur lags: Beck Höfundur texta: Beck Flytjandi: Beck Sent inn af: cazteclo
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[C]    [G]    [F]    [Am]    [A]    
[Dm]    [G]    [C]    [G]    [G7]    
[C]Where will you [G]go when t[F]his day is [Am]ove   [A]r?  
A [Dm]gambler's [G]purse l[C]ays on the r[G]oad [G7]    
[Am]Straight to your door [D]snakes have gone crazy [G]tonight
[Gm]winding their w[Dm]ay out of si[G]ght [G7]    

A [C]laugh, a [G]joke a s[F]entiment w[Am]ast   [A]ed  
[Dm]Seasons of s[G]trangers [C]they've come and [G]gone [G7]    
[Am]Doldrums are pounding, [D]cheapskates are clowning this [G]town
[Gm]Who could dis[Dm]own themselves n[G]ow? [G7]    

[C]    [G]    [F]    [Am]    [A]    [Dm]    [G]    [C]    [G]    [G7]    
[C]    [G]    [F]    [Am]    [A]    [Dm]    [G]    [C]    [G]    [G7]    
[C]Engi[G]neer, [F]slow down this [Am]old    [A]train
[Dm]Cinders and [G]chaff [C]laugh at the [G]moon...[G7].   
[Am]Night birds will cackle, [D]rotting like apples on t[G]rees
[Gm]sending their d[Dm]ead melod[G]ies....to [G7]me   




Where will you go when this day is over?
A gambler's purse lays on the road
Straight to your door snakes have gone crazy tonight
winding their way out of sight

A laugh, a joke a sentiment wasted
Seasons of strangers they've come and gone
Doldrums are pounding, cheapskates are clowning this town
Who could disown themselves now?



Engineer, slow down this old train
Cinders and chaff laugh at the moon....
Night birds will cackle, rotting like apples on trees
sending their dead melodies....to me

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