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Capo: 1 Tuning: E A D G B E
Capo I D |D Bm |A | x2
The Ddissonant bells of the Bmsea Who are Cringing the C/Brhymes of the dAmeep As they Csing of the C/Bages asEmleep Not so near or so Dfar Bm A
And the old masters wind of the waves Sped forth for the free men and slaves Whispers of secrets it saves And about whom they are
And the Gworkings of G/F#sunshine and Arain And the Gvisions theyG/F# paint that rAemain PulDsate from my soul through my Bmbrain In a spanish guiAtar
The beggar whom sits in the street On his miserable throne of defeat Envisions no wealth there to meet Thinking nowhere is far And the laughter of children employed By the fantasies not yet destroyed By the dogmas of those they avoid Knowing not what they are And the right and the wrong and insane And the answers they cannot explain Pulsate from my soul through my brain In a spanish guitar -harmonica solo over verse chords- To play on a spanish guitar With the sun shining down where you are Skipping and singing a bar From the music around Just to laugh through the columns of trees To soar like a seagull in breeze To stand in the rain if you please Or to never be found -again solo over verse chords, end on D-