Transcription by Cameron Taylor 18-nov-97
Comments, corrections, etc. to <camtaylor@techemail.com>
This tune uses a LOT of embellishment over the main chordal structure
Good Luck
DM7/C# = x4767x
A6 = x02222
Intro: F# s/C# F# (octaves)
F#m E D
They say we are endowed with Free Will
F#m E D
- at least that justifies our need for indecision.
F#m E D
But between our insticts and the lust to kill
F#m
we bow our heads in submission.
They say that no man is an island
but then they say our castles are our homes;
it's felt the choice is ours, between peace and violence
...oh, yes, we choose, alone?
D E D DM7/C# A6
While the comet spreads its tail across the sky
D E D DM7/C# A6
it nowhere near defines the course it flies,
F#m
nor does it find its own direction.
F#m E D
Though the path of the comet be sure,
F#m E D
its constitution is not,
F#m E D
so its meaning is possibly more
F#m
than the tracing of a tail
in one brief shot at glory.
F#m E D
Love and peace and individuality,
F#m E D
so order and society are man-made?
F#m E D
War and hate and dark depravity,
F#m
or are we slaves?
F#m E D
Channeling aggressive energies,
F#m E D
the Death Wish and the Will to survive
F#m E D
into finding and preserving enemies,
E E-F#-E D
is that the only way we know that we're alive?
D - E D DM7/C# A6
In the slaughterhouse all corpses smell the same,
D- E D DM7/C# A6
whether queens or pawns or innocents at the game;
D - E D DM7/C# A6
in the cemetery a uniform cloaks the graves
F#m
except for outward pomp and circumstance.
There is a time set in the calendar
when all reason seems barely enough
to sustain all the shooting stars:
times are rough.
I'm waiting for something to happen here,
it feels as though it's long overdue:
maybe a restatement of yesteryear
or something entirely new.
D - E D DM7/C# A6
And the knowledge that we gain in part
D - E D DM7/C# A6
always leads us closer to the very start,
F#m
and to the founding questions:
Bm D/A
How can I tell that the road signed to hell
F#m
doesn't lead up to heaven?
E D
What can I say when, in some obscure way,
F#m
I am my own direction?