From: "Pushing E. Thirty"
Subject: Van Der Graaf World Record
Date: Sun, 11 Jul 1999 14:31:53 GMT

 

When She Comes

Intro:

Sax & Organ Improvisation on Gm

Verse A1:

Gm     
Slow motion in the quiet of the room; 
Gm
so potent is the smell of her perfume 
Verse B1:
Gm        Gm7
that you think she's eternal, 
Gm        Gm7
that you think she is everything... 
Gm 
but no-one knows what she is.

Verse A2:

Repentance for all you should have said; 
her entrance seems to raise you from the dead

Verse B2:

and you think she's really with you, 
and you think that she'll always stay,

Verse B3:

always ready to forgive you, 
always ready to grant you her mercy 
Bm/D
but in her own way.

Chorus 1:

	     Bb
When she comes, she'll be a stranger; 
           A
struck dumb, you'll try to protest 
          Bb
as the drum beats out the danger... 
      A                          (D major scale ascending from D to G, 1.5 octaves)
too late, you should have noticed 
            G		 C/E     Bb
that the   lady with the skin so white, 
					Bb/A   C/G  D/A  G
like something out of Blake or Burne-Jones 
D/A         C/G	                    Bb/D
always blocked out the light 
	       C/G Bb/D C/E	
and shadowed   all     you owned.
Interlude: D/F#  C/E  D/F#  C/E D/F#,
                         D/F#  C/E  D/F#  C/E D/F#  C/E Bb/D

Verse B4:

Still you think she's forever, 
yesterday and tomorrow... 
Gm
but no-one knows where she is.

Chorus 2:

Still you swear that you can win her 
and your prayer is that she'll want you; 
aware--once a saint, now you're a sinner 
and your sins are going to haunt you 
when the lady with her skin so white 
like something out of Edgar Allan Poe 
holds your hand so very tight 
and you hope that she'll never let go.

Interlude:

Sax & Organ Improvisation on A Bb (x5)

Verse A2:

Easy targets, easy crosswords, easy life: 
these key margins leave you balanced on the knife, 
bleeding darkly... 
in the end it all comes down to sleazy bargains.

Chorus 3:

That hidden key--you tried so hard to find it, 
all you can conceive is the effort to be worthy. 
Even now you need to be reminded 
that La Belle Dame is without mercy. 
The lady with her skin so white 
--you never did quite catch her name-- 
now she holds you in the night 
and she'll never let go again, 
she'll never let go again.

This page was made by Bernhard Beutler and was last changed 18.07.1999 2:28:22 Uhr.
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