Silver Star - 3,460 Points (JUNE 7 1964 / ABERDEEN)

7.6.64 - Poem by GRANT FRASER


(add your birth)

sung with sure footed certainty,
steady, paced, and measured...

Verse: D, Am, G, F, Bm, Not sure about the others...
will follow...

Chorus: A, Em,

Opening: D, Am, G,

Walking down my street (D)
but who do I meet (Am)
not a soul in hell, (G)

it must be that time (D)
of day when sun rayz (Am)
pierce the back of your (G)

for a moment (F) (slow - almost spoken)
couldn't feel it, (A shape but on first fret?)
am I alive or dead? (Bm)
at the station, (Bm shape, but from third fret?)
couldn't find the patience, (Bm)
but isn't that (repeat...)
somebody else's train...

Chorus: -

7.6.64 (A) + (Em) Bluesy...
you think you
should been born
for something more,
just a slow shadow
flitting across
some hall...
then all the spaces
open up again,
then close...

On my way home (D)
wherever I go...
can't seem to ever
get across the next
without thinking,
am I the only one
right up to my neck (G)
but I never scream
- hell!

drowning is easy (F)
oh! so peasy,
you just have to open
right up at will,
then straight down,
don't forget
to kick your feet now,
I mean you have
really act your part well,

Chorus: - 7.6.64...

Now I'm older (D)
not much bolder,
I just can't seem
to act
at the right time,
but is that my fault
when the social input
is to kick anyone you
can, right off the next chair,

requires an operation (F)
some consideration,
to make sure everything
you know or touch
is for real,
society as a whole
has no true feelings at all,
and who can't see by now,
something much bigger
killing the 'us'....

Chorus: - 7.6.64...

Topic(s) of this poem: song

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Poem Edited: Thursday, March 6, 2014

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