CH1 F f# Am e Em e When the dead come to play, not fight and pray F f# Am e Em e Give advice..., not name your price…, and then claim Amaj a e c# Bring you coffee and cake, you'll know your lifes still safe V1 D f# d Lord keep me free … … f# d Keep me free in my dreams [D] C g ^ Free from the need..., to control deaths deeds \ D sus // // // Sleep let play, and me not need CH2 F Am Em e When the dead come to play, not poke and pry F Am Em e Not wake your weep and keep…, these things neat A – Maj a a e // // Then is when, to know your life is safe  V2 D f# f# Under your wing, f# f# of feathered down Am e^ c v Soft like snow, just fallen now  C g^ C That colds not effective. for swelling frowns D C g^ // // // // Long play with me…, and me not need CH3 F Am Em When the dead come to play, and you know all their names F Am Em And ask you to come, since you know the game A – maj a e e e d c# // // Come to silence your speech to the living's need  V3 D f# \ \ \ Then you'll know in a day… ..., or week,or year  D \ \Am7 g Angles come take your hand, hand swung low  C g ^ g g D And catch their rainbow home, sleep now deep … Unused orig lyrics, initial demo bounce track -- chopped :) : Then you'll take your place with the playful dead Not to fight or prey, or give advice  You'll then bring, coffee and cake and advice safe You'll know how much life's not free, a well named price paid indeed  When the dead come to play, not fight and prey And see all the tears and tares and, broken spheres If they give you advice and not charge a price, -- bring coffee black and angle food cake 

Dm Am Living off rain, then snow... Dm Am My brain......, it wobbles slow... G / Dm As I stare down, dark-gun-metal blue glow G Dm I remember stark lights..., killings..., and I'll pray for you slow Dm Dm Like animals caged..., and never fed Am Am Last call could set..., set it all in red G Dm ... Pool sticks swung like great... tree, bran - ches G Dm Hitting racks... of fruit bas - kets, spraying ceramic jewels... bled F Am I felt stranded..., in life's a revolu - tion Dm C Carrying pails of life..., like water..., only thick blood C Dm Ass, money and power..., with no last meal comes the flood, G F Fight, feed and sleep..., we confused little sheep C Dm Dodge and burn always makes a better heap G F G Dm No matter how... well life... focused,it would all blur rinse repeat C Dm Memories can't count, in the land of life's cheap Dm No, memories don't count, since never happened until bound G So you can't prove to anyone you ever took that trip... down Dm But the ones who love you, they can and do see G If you're lucky they remind you, to not water those seeds G Dm I always wondered who'd I be, if lived long enough, to just find me Am C Dm I'm a little surprised but glad to see, the rows I've ploughed, with plenty to feed G G And I can say well..., aloud..., I've got a good life wife now Dm She lays down life daily colors of purple pink green and blue, Am C No argument no strife, all things made right C Dm She's red..., with white and blue

Walking, One Knight, ustaknow 2018 Am // // Em // // Am Walking, one knight, in the lights night dark Em I met with Christ, walking this part Am He was wrapped quite tight, in stained white sheets Em Red blue, wet bright, -- just, right news Chorus: F Am Em He gave // // [Aww..] he gave F Am Em He gave me a way, way to be free Am // // A way to be free ... ... ... He said to me, take cover now Don't ask why, just pull my hem Tight then slack, and no pain to me Back like new I was covered by torn [Ch] Walking this night, in this fights dark I saught no thing, no solace, none My short walk gave long one free thread And with bread for the quick, since the dead don't [2nd Ch] Am need // // [silence] Em Am Em Don't need..., they don't need... they don't need... The storms not seen, it came indeed And met with me, now hanging by this thread Of undead truth, tight white stained red [Am] Proofed my blood, mixed with his, still living with dread [3rd Ch] F Am // Em // But he gave ... he gave ... F Am Em Em sus open he gave me ... a way... a way to be free // // // [Am] Am sus A way to be free ... ... ... It shatters me this message, within a knock Of life and death, and sweet and sour docks Of many chrome locks of paper chained parts Put on the water, for a long dry park [4th Ch] Am Em Am Em He gave... ... ... me He gave me ... a way to be free F Am Em F Am Em Am He gave... he gave, he gave me a way, way to be free way to be free This walk on water, set adrift I see And take no quarter, only take a knee Covered by a thread of red white and blue Stained white sheet, of Holy Spirit clues Am Em Am Em He gave ... he gave me ... Oh he gave, me a way to be free F Am Em F Am Em He gave... aww he gave .... he gave me a way to be free Am Way to be free...

G g // // When I was... young D f# d I was-like-an oc – ean Am e D d // // Full-of-lies, love..., passion and need G g When I was young D f# I became freed, in-the-moment-of-me Am e D f# d And all I needed, wanted, had, was my ocean-of-need G g \ \ \ \ D f# I love life, people, places, and things Am e D f# I just didn't know, in-what-order, I-wanted… -to -be -king G g D f# // // Am e D f# d So I asked all I could, of all I could be, – what would you do..., do if me G g // // Am e So when diving and swimming, and looking about D f# f# e d G d I found a plug at the bottom, bottom of my deep glued… sea G g Am e D f# G d So I pulled it drained it and came to see the landscape of me baby and I like what I see G g Am e So drain your ocean, the blues in the way D f# G d What's there at the bottom..., is your treasure you'll see D f# G d You're already what..., what you wanted to be G g When I was... young D f# d My life was an oc – ean Am e d# d c G d I never grew old..., but remained a seed Am e d c c G d Full of promise, passion bold, and pleased

[1/6th Note ^v strum] Em e Am c There's a woman 'cross the room, I used to know ...  Em Am // // She never did, love me, right ...  F Am G Now she's looking, mighty, mean tonight ... // //  2x’s \Em Am Crazy cousin Judge let her out, parole Em Am Thank God I got lean, last time she go … F Am G I'm gonna run now, no time to…, rock and roll ... // //  2x’s F \Am \Em Well, well, !well!, 2x’s G D F Josephine... ... ... you're... so damn mean 2x’s Em G Packed, so fine, and streamline lean,  Am F Am Em G // // My Josephine…, --how many men, you gonna make scream  F \Am \Em [Am 2nd, 3rd x FH to lyric] Well, well, !well!, 3x’s G F Am G Josephine…, Josephine... oh my, mean, ... Josephine  (G - drone) [ Freshly jeaned, like ], [ buttermilk cream ] F Am Em All while hole stomp’in, in, the  … Em Am Am // // -- cracks, of your need  G F Am ^ G v Mean, mean..., oh my, ... Josephine ...  Awww… G (G – drone) Please… … , don't come back..., my Josephine ...  2x’s F Am C For you it's not love, without the shove … --and  F Am D I need a good heart..., without morphine love … G [ *2nd x – F *3rd x - C ] My … Josephine … (3x’s) G // // [ Arpeggiate vocal down pitch ] Come back to me … … …

C Em Am It's a fearful thing to love what death can touch C Em Am A thing for fools, yet a holy thing, to love C Em Am G g - d ^ To be fated for loving Love, which death can touch, can crush so much F Am G It makes me sad to bare such tender toughs F Am G d // // // d - g^ Even a song binds fate, and cuffs my heart C Em Am To many folks they just ha - ate all that’s God C Em Am Even Christians, can’t see – ee past their clogs F Em Am No more hymns for me... the Devil is the Devil F Am G d - g God is God, and I know my place C Em Am But occasion - ally, and unpopular C Em Am I raise my choice in balance, of a chance, F Am G Gsus // // That makes me feel good enough. F Am G God is God, and I know my place C Em Am It's a fearful thing to love what death can touch C Em Am A thing for fools, yet a holy thing, to love C Em Am G g - d ^ To be fated for loving Love, which death can touch, can crush so much

The Season of Age, ustaknow 01 May2018 song draft [5090 2018]: F fragment, Am, C, Am (chord prog, -repeat) \Ff \Am e \C c \Am e Reflections of a pawn..., stared, life \F \Am \C \Am What can any of us ..., do? \F \Am \C \Am \F \ Am C Am We mouth a yawn morphine, – and stark plucked, media – lives spew \G ^ \(g) \ bang bang bang, \F Maj \a^ \Am e C Am wake up from your sleep \G v (d) \(drone to\ end of verse) Bang bang bang, wake up from you sleep \F \Am \C \Am What can any of us do? F Am C Am Re - flec - tions of life pawned – for now and pennies val – ue F Am C Am Against a stark mom's..., – tucked in, life [Ch] F Am C Am I think, what's going, – go - ing on! F Am C Am Four non-blondes screaming – actually, it's all red not blue F Am C Am F Am C Am And our pawned life, – no quarter, no relief, – disparate beliefs – do [Ch] F Am C Am What can any of – us do? F Am C Am Since can have no clear – beef F Am C Am F Am C Am That any of what we do, -- profit only other hue's! F Am What did ever happen… C Am F Am To the slow pen, and never – to offend C Am F Am C Am To get accomplished a non – dark life light, – this fight we now call life (Sung like chorus) G Re - flec - tions, now roll on Fmaj Am C F (*Am) F Am We roll on roll on, we roll, on, roll (Pickup line) C Am F Am C F (*Am) Yes, what's going on – in all those – life's cues? (Verse progression) F Am C Am Peace is an illusion, – a reflection of void F Am C Am Our chaste opioid reams, – of paper burning bright F Am C Am Our earthly gain no – longer pained F Am C Am New compost for – our life's float [Ch] – outtro – Reg Chorus above but without – C, Am 1x only the, first 2 lines, then: G G \F Am Bang, bang, bang…, 2x; Wake up from your sleep…, you … … …

EMaj Am vamp // // Am My heart's a stone, from pasts unknown F Am Alone in this space, God's given place G G My breath is grief, for my life's relief Am Heart's love's another stone, seeks not to sing alone [CH:] Ce Am e Em e Cc Oh God save me..., save me, from me Am Am So alone you should stay, and keep'em at bay F Am Fit stones for your hand, only thrown to remand G G A clear path down your road, and no shadow cast Am Am Clear your fields for the play, and don't kiln your clay [CH] Am My father once said, no matter what you're alone F Am It doesn't matter what you do, so do what you got to do G G He lived that way, and did well to repay Am But missed his joy, his lifes work in termoil [CH] Am Consider you all your heritage F Am It's a steep weeping whole, and every generation molds G No matter your direction, Am Am It will reak it's rage, no matter what you've made [CH:] Ce Am e Em e Cc Oh God save me..., save me, from me Am Am My heart's a stone, from pasts unknown F Am Alone in this space, Gods' given place G My breath is relief, Am Am sus // // // And I have belief

Am sus Am a Em a g Culling’s coming, second time will be Am Em ^^ Will be a push not pull, crime you'll see  Am c c B c b With many freed..., from their needs Am a Em a g Bully for you, bully for me Am Em a g We all got our bullies kneads Am a ^ ^ c b B b ^… b c b c For them and others, ain't no strain Am Em F c F c B b Graves won't be deep enough, for that F Am B No bottomless depth will cover, their then, dead  G D Am B ^… b c b c Then re-covered they will be, in heaven's time G D Am So Prey you Preyers, and quench your thirst G D Am B Nows the time to drink all your..., quirks..., next poured on you in your dirt G D Am So then the Prayers, of all Prayers G D Am Will, overflow, their call F a F a B … And the graves won't be deep enough, for that … [3x] Fa Am a Ga g Bullets for you, bullets for me ... Fa Am a G a g No chance with all these, bullet kneads ... G g D a ^Fc ^ Em a g Am a No chance at peace, please, pack'in that bull sack… feed... G g D a F a… Bully for you, bully for me... C Gg We all got bullets, with kneads  G D d F d c Em Am … We all got fully pain trained… … , oh it's free …

C e Em e The most excluded, the most trampled upon Am F Scar... come upon..., –upon scar, upon come  C G The most precluded..., --the most rambled on F C Yet we have no voice, in our choice …  C Where are your guts Em You loud mouthed fools Am F So easily spew your toothless cues C G F C // // Yet --we have no voice, the most, of lesser hues …  C Em The power of earth..., history of us Am F Up –thru us, from out our music fuss C We play our souls songs G F C // // Never paid by our throngs …  C You can’t, spoil... our dream Em Don’t wake us up now Am We’re not through with this prize F Am Em Em // // Our chance life chow, creams whipped rise …, whipped rise … C Em There’s a violence and dynamic, to our song Am F There’s a time to dance and time to walk long C G We choose to reprise, our, up, rise F C We choose to love first, not hate then dive … 

G // // 2x Cg ^ F c-hi Cg F a Feeling the steel scraping clean Cg Fa Bb Fa Moving parts of lifes Le-an C F a Bb Fa Of whom... licks, lifes buds like me C g g ^G g ^Am a F f And hope their blood, Lubes their burdens keels CH: C F Bb f-lo F It’s only blood … … [2x] \C g ^ F a - up ^ Bb F a Embrace man, and kind… … , and Screwtape bind … C g F a Bb ^ F a - up Families in need… …, in want they bleed C/ e G/ g F/ c Bb Some give, some take, some drown in no wake ^ F a -hi C g -up F f sus // // Only some days … get paid… … [Chorus] C F Bb F C F Am C Feeling the scraping clean, of lifes plates lean C F Bb F Crushing minced blood - let white and blue B b F Am C // // Rend that cloth now made red, purpled hue  … … B b D C g Ff And sing out no more black and blue … from Marx's spew B b F C sus / / / / 2x then Bb F C Eww oh, ah oh… eww oh… … It’s only blood 2x] \C e ^ F a - hi ^Bb F a Embrace man, and kind… … , and Screwtape bind … C e F f Bb ^ F a – hi Families in need… …, in want they bleed C/ g G/ g F/ a Bb bflat c bflat a Some give, some take, some drown in no wake ^ F -hi C g -up F It’s Only some days … they get paid… … Bb f Am G [last of 3x F] F … … it’s... only... blood Unused lyrics in this track, chopped; many, possibly, --won’t have any idea what it means anyway: Families in 38, endured extremes in weight Their cooled dried blood, of soon forgotten freight  Heritage lost…, with generations memory tossed Again wash rinse repeat, for... every new centuries heap What can one do, more than sing their sweet groans Since alternatives for waiters, is their what's cause Hear now the rumors of..., core quakes and more Feel the horn blasts great…, shaking and final seals…, scores

A Lost Chord Pub dom *rewrite, arrangement copyright 2018 ustaknow (alias) all rights reserved. Basis, idea of the music and lyric from the poem by Adelaide Anne Procter "A Lost Chord", published in 1858 in The English Woman's Journal. Public Domain. And, as well, fyi: first set to music - "The Lost Chord", Arthur Sullivan 1877 Public Domain, 19 years later; and now again, but different, 'cause it "me", -- 160 years later! C c Bflat b Seated all day at the alter F f I grew weary and ill at ease C c Bflat b My fingers they wandered wildly F f Over its noisy strings C c Bflat b I knew not what I was playing F f Or-what-I-was dreaming then C c Bflat b But I struck one chord of music \Aflat d# c \F c Aflat F Like-the-sound-of a chorused wind ; sound-of a chorused wind C Bflat F Aflat… ^ v My lost chord, life like chord, chord of life so rarely hear-rd C c Bflat b It quieted all pain and sorrow F f Like love over-coming strife C c Bflat b It seemed a har-monious echo F f Towards-a-dis-connected life C Bflat It-left-as-it came so secretly F And now I have sought, and seek it vainly C Bflat That one lost chorused divinity \ Aflat c F d# c Aflat c F d# c Which-came --from the soul of me plainly ; from the soul of me plainly -CHORUS- C Bflat It may be that lifes forge anvil F Will speak to me that chord again C Bflat It may be that only in Heaven F Shall I hear, that-great-again C \Bflat Maybe my lost chord of life again F Is not so lost... after all C Bflat Maybe it was all my future songs Aflat c Bflat d F c sus Reaching out to me ... ..., from echoed halls … … futured chords

Come, all ye faithful, joyful and tri - umphant Come ye…, come pro - om -ised land … … America Come and behold us, heirs of kings now dust and smoke Come, and adore us Come…, come see the Self full, and filled… American remains Oh, sing, choirs of Senators Sing, from Congress high Oh, sing, fifth column Med-i-a buzz, self full, filled Yea, Lord, we greet Thee, here this happy mourning; Two witness 3 days dead with no grave seen All rejoice their flesh as their own perfume Drunk and blinded to ascent above Jesus, to Thee be all glory giv'n! Word of the Father, now in flesh appear – ing! Word of the Father, now in flesh appear – ing! Jesus, to Thee be all glory giv'n! – come Come, come, come, Come, let us adore it now Come, let us roar with it O come, come, come

G hi-g D f# Mourning morning-fantasies…, in failing old seed  G D Crying wolves as doves…, and unicorn pleads F f Am e G d Prying for their massacres and fighting and spurs // //  F f Am e G d Dreams from my mass - ses..., of nightingale burns // // G D Oh these mourning activists..., spry in their mire G D What would they do…, if ever got fooled … F f Am G What would they paint, their burdened dreams with, --then // //  F f Am G What would they taint, their curling screams with, --then // //  G D Your fantasies you say…, wash your rags in-blood to white  G D And say nothing of being the ones, to collude the false fight F Am G And they weight in the scale-of, your mighty wind freeze  F Am G And they wait in the pail-of, your frighten - ing need G D The trumpets then will blow, and bowls will be poured G D And what then will be..., the lessor their lessons need F Am G And then will be the plan of their gaping wound spurned  F Am G And then will be the man of their gaping anti-burned  G D So they protest to protest..., the protest of your dreams G D And fight and argue…, while there you bleed F Am G Your flesh blood and bone, lying as monument stone F Am G No tree of eternal life, none will they see 2x (be ~ 2x)