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First draft, revision demo, vocal track from as-writing it; built overdubs ad-hoc, and here you go.
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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)
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