Vandaveer - The Nature Of Our Kind

      CAPO III

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It was half-past can't say when,
G
Been to Hell and back one weekend.
Em
No, Death was a dim-witted soul,
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Lo! But he wasn't grim.

G
Asked if we could meet again,
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Some other time, another place.
Em       
Oh, no, it wasn't cheating,
C
Just the nature of competing,
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I was simply twisting fate.


G
Oh, with a new moon dripped a steady stream,
G
I knelt and watched my face,
Em                          C
Caught the last train north, way up north,
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With the cold wind giving chase.


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Oh, all the night was clear,
                      C
The air was crisp and clean,
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The great beyond all pistol black, the white serene,
                 C
Oh, when morning broke,
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We woke to such a scene.


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Padadam...


        G
Well, I stumbled round for days and days,
          G
Walked my shadow to the ground,
        Em
Well, I stirred the waking sun,
          C
But I was not the only one
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With bloody fists or blistered tongue.


G
Well, a thousand points of light cut through
    G
The great storm in the sky,
Em            C
Sunbeams somersaulting down,
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At twice the speed of light.

G
On her hands criss-crossed,
                      G
All the clocks on the walls told different times,
         Em                    C
And the cheap red wine splayed all the tiny
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Fragments in my mind.

        
G       D6   Em                    C
Oh, the caterwaul of crooked little chimes,
         G
Ringing out of tune,   
                    C
Yes, ringing out of time,
              Em
Oh, the symphony!
                    C
The cracking of the trees,
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The crashing of the waves,
                           C
The quaking underneath our feet,
           Am
All in perfect pitch and key,
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Just the nature of our kind.