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This tune uses a LOT of embellishment over the main chordal structure
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?