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Heathaze

  • Автор: Genesis
  • Текст песни:
    #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------#
    #This file is the author’s own work and represents their interpretation of the #
    #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #
    #------------------------------------------------------------------------------##
                               Heatwave    (Genesis)
    
         Bm  /  C#7  /  Bm  /  Em7  /
    
              B        E
         No cloud, a sleepy calm
          A                     F#m              G#m       B
         Sunbaked earth that’s cooled by gentle breeze, and trees
      F#m                B          Bm               C#7
         With rustling leaves, only endless days without a care
       Bm                 Em7
         Nothing must be done
    
          B            E
         Silent, as a day can be
          A                F#m        G#m          B
         Far off sounds of others on their chosen run
      F#m         B              Bm                    C#7
         As they do, all those things they feel give a life some meaning
       Bm                 Em7
         Even if they’re dull
    
               D                     Am           D             Am
         It’s time to stop this dreaming, must rejoin the real world
         D              Am                    D         Am
         As revealed by orange lights and a smoky atmosphere
    
         C  /  Bb  /  F  /  Bb  /  D7  /  B  /  F#  /
    
              Ebm              B            Bbm                 C#
         The trees and I are shaken by, the same winds but whereas
               B                      Ebm
         The trees will lose their withered leaves
           Bbm                    G#m
         I just can’t seem to let them loose
      Ebm                   B             Bbm               C#
         And they can’t refresh me, those hot winds of the south
        B                  C#          B           C#
         Oh I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place
    
        B                  E          A              F#m
         Now the light is fading fast, chances slip away
                     G#m         B  F#m                  B
         A time will come to pass,     when there’ll be none
                 Bm         C#7                  Bm                Em7
         Then addicted to a perfumed poison, betrayed by its aftertaste
    
            D                     Am           D            Am
         Oh we shall lose the wonder and find nothing in return
          D            Am                      D                 Am
         Many are the substitutes but they’re powerless on their own
    
         C  /  Bb  /  F  /  Bb  /  D7  /  B  /  F#  /
    
      Ebm            B              Bbm              C#
         Beware the fisherman who’s casting out his line
        B                  Ebm
         Into a dried up river bed
        B          Bbm                    G#m
         But don’t try to tell him cos he won’t believe you
      Ebm                         B                  Bbm          C#
         Throw some bread to the ducks instead, it’s easier that way
        B               Ebm        Bbm          G#m
         I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place
    
      Ebm                      B            Bbm                 C#
         The trees and I are shaken by, the same winds but whereas
               B                      Ebm
         The trees will lose their withered leaves
           Bbm                    G#m
         I just can’t seem to let them loose
      Ebm                   B             Bbm               C#
         And they can’t refresh me, those hot winds of the south
        B               Ebm        Bbm          G#m
         I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place
    
          Ebm  /  B  /  Bbm  /  C#  /  B  /  Ebm  /  Bbm  /  G#m  /
         [                                                           ]  Rpt and fade
    
    -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Put your problems out with the cat -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
    
    Written by:         Mick Anderson     micka@jolt.mpx.com.au
    
    -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Must be lamb today cause beef was last week =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
    
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