Исполнитель: | Al Stewart (English) |
Пользователь: | Steve Godfrey |
Длительность: | 130 секунд |
Начальная пауза: | 12 секунд |
Названия аккордов: | Не установлено |
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Комментарии к подбору: | Нет |
[Intro]
A D x4
[Verse 1]
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In Gloucester Cathedral, on Saturday night
C#m Bm A
I came to your flower show, blown like a kite
F#m Bm E7 A
And I stood by the tombstones, and gazed at the lights
F#m Bm F#m
On the altar
D A E7 F#m
And the horse-faced old ladies and tweedy-toned men
D A E7 F#m
Of county society they came and they went
D A E7 F#m
With pamphlets and leaflets of Christian events
E7
For the fall
[Chorus]
A E D Bm
But ain't it all just like Jesus
E E7
Crying in the rain?
A E D Bm F#m A A E D
Ain't it all just Geth-semane, again?
[Verse 2]
A Bm A
Oh the half-a-crown programmes on sale at the door
C#m Bm A
Were clutched in the teeth of the rich and the poor
F#m Bm E7 A
As they swayed in an undertone conscience-free
F#m Bm F#m
Forward together
D A E7 F#m
And the outstretching hands of the swains of the Lord
D A E7 F#m
Sold the communing commuters the word
D A E7 F#m
With LPs of Mary and photos of God
E7
In the hall
[Chorus]
A E D Bm
But ain't it all just like Jesus
E E7
Crying in the rain?
A E D Bm F#m A A E D
Ain't it all just Geth-semane, again?
[Verse 3]
A Bm A
Oh the flowers hushed the air as the columns advanced
C#m Bm A
To the clinking of coins in a ritual dance
F#m Bm E7 A
On flagstones that ached for a chance of a chance
F#m Bm F#m
Of escaping
D A E7 F#m
And the mystical statues looked down so depressed
D A E7 F#m
At the endless possessors becoming possessed
D A E7 F#m
And the costumed confessors who never confessed
E7
To the wall
[Chorus]
A E D Bm
But ain't it all just like Jesus
E E7
Crying in the rain?
A E D Bm F#m A A E D
Ain't it all just Geth-semane, again?
[Verse 4]
A Bm A
Oh I saw a blue hair-rinse, I saw a black tooth
C#m Bm A
I saw a false face in a telephone booth
F#m Bm E7 A
And the stark white-faced roses that screamed out the truth
F#m Bm F#m
Of their dying
D A E7 F#m
And a walrus's dreams and a carpenter's love
D A E7 F#m
Absorbed like a hand in a great rubber glove
D A E7 F#m
And flown like a flag over battlefields
E7
Factories and all
[Chorus]
A E D Bm
But ain't it all just like Jesus
E E7
Crying in the rain?
A E D Bm F#m A A E D
Ain't it all just Geth-semane, again?
[Verse 5]
A Bm A
Oh I dodged the collection box choirboy and out
C#m Bm A
To the streets where the wind shook my hair with a shout
F#m Bm E7 A
And the dusty-faced daisies were blowing about
F#m Bm F#m
So freely
D A E7 F#m
And Christ in the ruins was wandering again
D A E7 F#m
As he walked with the beggars and talked to the lame
D A E7 F#m
And danced with the children and sailors who came
E7
At his call
[Chorus]
A E D Bm
But ain't it all just like Jesus
E E7
Crying in the rain?
A E D Bm F#m
Ain't it all just Geth-semane, again?
A E D Bm
Ain't it all just like Jesus
E E7
Crying in the rain?
A E D Bm F#
Ain't it all just like Nazareth again?