Misc Your Songs - Jame menas - red tide ride

^GToday I ^Dsaw the ^Cstrangest ^Gthing ^GA reddened ^Docean, not the ^Ctypical blue-^Ggreen ^GWhat is ^Dthis? Are there ^Cdangers un^Gseen? This ^Gred, red ^Dtide looks ^Cstraight from a ^Gdream ^GCrafted of ^DPhyto^Cplan^Gkton ^GThey got ^Dnothin to ^Cdo with ^Gthe tide ^GSurfers ^Dcharge the ^Cwalls of ^Gblood They ^Gtake it ^Dfor a ^Cride ^{G G}Why do you ^Dcome? Ohh ^Cwhen will you ^Ggo? This ^Gred, red ^Dtide plays with the ^Cstrings of my ^Gsoul

^AmThe deep blue sea in all its^Em majesty ^GBleeds the red blood of its^D algae ^AmAt night a lightshow, sparks ^Emfly in the sea ^GDinoflagellate bioluminescence glows^D mystically This ^Amred, red ^Emtide is ^Gsomething to ^Dsee ^AmSittin on the ^Embeach, looking ^Gout to the ^Dsea The ^Amunique ^Emalgae paint a ^Gpicture to ^Dme This ^Amred, red ^Emtide is ^Gsomethin to ^Dsee

^GRelatively ^Dharmless, ^Cyes most species ^Gare ^GBut several dozen of these ^Dbuggers can make ^Clivin life quite ^Ghard ^GHarmful algal ^Dblooms must ^Cnot be misunder^Gstood ^GAmnesic, ^Dneurotoxic, and ^Cparalytic shellfish poison^Ging ^GSome red, red ^Dtides ain’t worth the ^Charm that they ^Gbring ^GSome sea crea^Dtures may not es^Ccape these deadly ^Gdamages ^GDomoic acid has ^Dled to many ^Cmarine animals’ un^Gdoing ^GMore than ^Done hundred ^Cdead in Monte^Grey ^GNo graves can ^Dmark the ^Ckill of their ^Gprey ^GThese red, red ^Dtides bleed the ^Cblood of their ^Gkill ^GSingle-celled ^Dmurderers, no ^Cjustice to them ^Gstill

^AmThe deep blue sea in all its^Em majesty ^GBleeds the red blood of its^D algae ^AmAt night a lightshow, sparks ^Emfly in the sea ^GDinoflagellate bioluminescence glows^D mystically This ^Amred, red ^Emtide is ^Gsomething to ^Dsee ^AmSittin on the ^Embeach, looking ^Gout to the ^Dsea The ^Amunique ^Emalgae paint a ^Gpicture to ^Dme This ^Amred, red ^Emtide is ^Gsomethin to ^Dsee

^GThe Phytoplankton ^Dbloom, like ^Cflowers of the ^Gocean ^GFrom January to ^DOctober ^Cthey’ve bloomed be^Gfore ^GWhen I wake up in the ^Dmorning I see ^Ceverybody ^Gposting ^GAbout the electric ^Dblue waves the ^Cnight surfers ^Gscore ^GA feeling of ^Djoy, a ^Crush of happy ^Gemotions ^GNature’s fire^Dworks light ^Chearts up all a^Ground ^GFeelings of ^Djoy, rushing ^Chappy e^Gmotions ^GSome red, red, ^Dtides make a ^Cwondrous ^Dshow

^BmBeautiful trouble, ^Amharmful joy ^EmA ride of red tide captures the ^Gheart of the boy ^BmRivers runoff ^Aminto the blue ^F#mMixing, mixing, making blood ^F#mMixing, mixing making blood

^AmThe deep blue sea in all its^Em majesty ^GBleeds the red blood of its^D algae ^AmAt night a lightshow, sparks ^Emfly in the sea ^GDinoflagellate bioluminescence glows^D mystically This ^Amred, red ^Emtide surely ^Gis something ^Dto see ^AmSittin on the ^Embeach, looking ^Gout to the ^Dsea The ^Amunique ^Emalgae paint a ^Gpicture to ^Dme This ^Amred, red ^Emtide is surely ^Gsomethin to ^Dsee G