New Model Army - High

      
 
 (Am C)x8
 
 Verse 1:
 G                 Em                     
  Down beneath the swoosh of the turbines,
 F                   Em              
  The long grass it blows in ripples,
 G                   Em                
  There??s a beautiful spiral of roads,
 F                           
  That lead the lost up here.
 G                   Em               
  I was watching the birds taking off,
    F                    Em  
 To swoop down over the city,
 G                        Em             
  They find and take just what they need,
     F                
 And turn, turn, turn.
 
 Chorus:
     Am               C             
 The movers move, the shakers shake,
     Am                   C      
 The winners write their history,
          Am          C         
 But from high on the high hills
    Am              C      
 It all looks like nothing.
     Am               C             
 The movers move, the shakers shake,
     Am                   C      
 The winners write their history,
          Am          C         
 But from high on the high hills
    Am              C      
 It all looks like nothing.
 
 Verse 2:
 G                      Em           
  That afternoon on the hustler gate,
       F         Em          
 With all the TVs flickering,
 G                 Em             
  While behind the sky was moving,
 F                   
 Liquid crimson gold.
 G                  Em          
  Brothers, sisters, pay no heed
        F            Em       
 To the unfaithful messengers,
 G                Em           
  For theirs is a prison world,
    F                
 Of lies, lies, lies.
 
 Chorus
 
 Bridge:
 D                 
  The keening wind,
                        F                
 It blows though me, it blows through me.
 D                
  My time it must,
           F                    
 Be almost done, be almost done.
 
 (Am C)x4
 
 Outro:
 Am                   C           
 All these things you fear so much
   Am                C      
 Depend on angles of vision.
 Am           C             
  Down in the maze of walls,
 Am                  C          
  You can??t see what??s coming,
          Am          C         
 But from high on the high hills
    Am             C       
 It all looks like nothing,
   Am C                                              
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 It all looks like nothing, nothing.