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1. |
The Mighty River Mumbled
04:17
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The Mighty river mumbled
Emaj7add9- Amaj7
Not for all the gold
reflected off the ocean.
Not for all the sunken treasure
beneath my couch’s cusions
C#min-G#min-A-G#min-F#min-B
not for all the silver
along all the cloud’s lining
Not for platinum credit cards
Hell bent on not declining
Not for all the secrets, from all the snitches
Not for the untold ritches
In the Mona Lisa’s silken britches
not for marble statues
ancient and yet uncrumbled
but for Peace, young man
the mighty river mumbled.
Not for all the hope thats sold
across the walls of the USA
Not for all the bitcoin stashed
by greedy men in the USB
Not for the brazen bronzen bureaucrats
Not for all the plastic toys in china
Not for fame or indifference
or smooth brazillian vacations
Not for all the trinkets touched by old king Midas
Respite from The weight of Sisyphus,
Rolling kidney stones inside us
But For mistakes once made,
then returned unto to humbled
and for Peace, young man
The mighty river mumbled
Not for all the land we stole,
Turning forests to armadas
Nor for forgiveness
for the sins
of my grandfathers
Though selfish ones hold power
they will one day stumble
Peace,
young man
The mighty river mumbled.
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2. |
When the Gavel Goes Down
04:24
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When the Gavel goes down
Intro Emin-Amin
I used to preach in church
Now I yell in Bars
Sipping starlight from gutter pipes
For pennies and travel scars
I still believe inJesus
But does Jesus believe in me?
B-A
I feel forsaken this time round
When the Gavel goes down
The turnaround-E-C#7-F#7-B7-E7-B7-E7.
Chorus-
C#min-B-A
C#min-D-E
C#min-B-A
B
I’d fly like a stone
But I’m an old bag of bones
wont just leave me alone
I fulfil this consciousness so you never got to hear that sound
When the Gavel goes Down
Verse2
I’m rolling my dices
With old Dionysis
Hes asking me
Serious sacrifices
Aint worth the jewels in the king’s stolen crown
After the gavel goes down
I’d fly like a stone
But I’m an old bag of bones
They wont leave me alone
I fulfil this consciousness so you never have to hear that sound
When the gavel goes down
She wield a hammer like a heart attack
She wants to take from me what she wont give back
They testing me
Now I make the click you make the clack
Forget your disco, your dubstep sound
Aint nothing heavier
Than when the Gavel goes Down
I’d fly like a stone
But I’m an old bag of bones
They wont leave me alone
Let the rubber hit the road
The road is my sound
Until the gavel goes down
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3. |
Strange Mofo
03:55
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Strange mother fucker that can play the guitar
G-C- ( I throw an F into the bass )
I left down my lonesome road road
Pretending I knew more than I really knowed
D-C
To stir the pot ,to stake my claim
To learn to spell gods secret name.
I came across the moon’s missing daughter
She had a look thatd make you, come hell or high water
Left turn wrong and wrong turned right
night turned day then day turned night
just as it ought to
G-D-C
She ask me who the hell do you think you are
I strummed the strings and sang for my supper
I said darling
I’m just a strange mother fucker
Who can play the guitar
Under neon lights in the blinding rain
Her hair was a mess,she smelt like cocaine
she only ride on that gravy train
But its a a fine line
Between her pleasure and her pain
I sat down with her sycophants
With their powdered wigs and their fancy pants
Did they have the number for me to dial
Athey kicked my ass with a sideways smile
And said dance monkey dance
I was in for a penny, I was in for a pound
They said son, get the hell out of town.
I wonder who
The hell do they think that they am
Sleight of hand, and an eyelash flutter
They stared and at me and said with a stutter
Damn!
I was seeking shade beneathe the shadow of a doubt
Lost within I was left without
under the dappled light of an old fig tree
I rest my head and slept to the sound to the stream
I met up a scary dream
it said my broken heart was the openest thing it’d ever seen
every single word I felt
And god’s secret name is spelt
who the hell do you think you are
when you look for truth
When you searching for secrets
with nail and tooth
you gotta get beneath it
And just play the guitar
now you in for a penny now you in for a pound
you far from home
but you homewards bound
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4. |
Wrong Side of Redemption
03:54
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Wrong side of Redemption - in D- drop D on guitar
Gmaj7 -D-C-D
Borrow me your blade. Old friend
I’ll cut right through the bullshit
I got paper thin deamons
And paper cuts up to my eyelids
Bm
I could wittle me some wings
And fly away to better things
Borrow me you’re your blade
And I'll butter on up my sandwich
D-A
I cant remember how to soar
And I don’t want to wait here no more
D-G-A
Better run better run better run
For just a little bit longer
Better run better run better run
For you know I done wrong girl
Better run better run better run
G-F#-E
Looks like I’m always On the wrong side of redemption.
Gmaj7 -D-C-D
Through the sands of Smaerkand I’d ride
past the lights of Aborialis
through the warm rains of Rajistan
I swear I’ll run the farthest
I’ll carve my name in yonder tree
Past the gates of Galilee
Borrow me your blade old friend
And set me free
D-A
I don’t want to wait here no more
D-G-A
Better run better run better run
For just a little bit longer
Better run better run better run
For you know I done wrong girl
Better run better run better run
Looks like I’m always On the wrong side of redemption.
Borrow me your name old friend
I squeezed the juice outta this one
I got no time to pretend
sure as hell could use a new one
I’ll act with honour I give my word
what bi break I’ll fix it
Give me your name old friend,
And you can leave right through the exit
D-A
You don’t wanna be here no more
D-G-A
You better run better run better run
For you no longer belong here
Better run better run
You know I do wrong dear.
Looks like you on
The wrong side of redemption
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5. |
The Sky Wore Faded Denim
04:04
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The sky wore faded denim
Emin9-Gadd9- Cadd9
The edge of the atmosphere
delicately lullabied my ear
While the sky was draped in crimson
Then the sun was shining nice nice
the birds was cracking bird jokes
the sky wore faded denim
You you you
Hold my heart hostage
You you you
Emin G C
Ohh
Go to sleep you silly sausage
Ohh
For the sun shines in this old town
Ohh
I’ll rise, come sun down to breathe in some ancient knowledge
You had your chance all last night
to bathe this world in moonlight
While the sky wore diamond undies
While you were Gilded dragon egg
You left the sky an unmade bed
Laced in lilac linen
You you you
Hold my heart hostage
You you you
Make a sucker outta me
Ohh
Go to sleep you silly sausage
Ohh
For the sun shines in this old town
Ohh
I’ll rise come sundown to breathe in some ancient knowledge
You you you
Hold my heart hostage
You you you
The sky wears faded denim
And then some and then some
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Bomb Bom Mafayette Bellingen, Australia
Written and recorded by Maf Sheldon and a group of beautiful humans between Botswana and Australia. Quirky, folky, a bit
jazz, a bit reggae.
a sincere act of serious playfulness.
Feel free to contact me on Mafsheldon@gmail.com
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