C D F The cause is OzymandianC D F The map of SapokanikanC G Is sanded and bevelledBb F The land lorn and levelledAm D# Dm D# By some unrecorded and powerful hand [Verse 2]C D F Which plays along the monumentC D F And drums upon a plastic bagC G Bb F The brave-men-and-women-so-dear-to-God-Am D# Dm D# And-famous-to-all-of-the-ages rag [Chorus]Bb Gm D# Bb Sang: Do you love me?Bb Gm D# Bb Will you remember?Bb Gm D# Bb The snow falls above meBb Gm D# Bb The renderer renders:F D# Gm The event is in the hand of God [Verse 3]C D F Beneath a patch of grass, herC D F Bones the old Dutch master hidC G While elsewhere TobiasBb F And the angel disguiseAm D# Dm D# What the scholars surmise was a mother and kid[Verse 4]C D F Interred with other daughtersC D F In dirt in other potters' fieldsC G Above them, paradesBb F Mark the passing of daysAm D# Dm D# Through parks where pale colonnades arch in marble and steel [Chorus]Bb Gm D# Bb Where all of the twenty-thousand attending your footfallBb Gm D# Bb And the causes they died for are lost in the idling bird callsBb Gm And the records they left are cryptic at bestD# Bb Lost in obsolescenceBb Gm The text will not yield, nor x-ray revealD# Bb With any fluorescenceF D# Gm G# Where the hand of the master begins and endsBb Gm D# Bb I fell, I tried to do well but I won't beBb Gm D# Bb Will you tell the one that I love to remember and hold meBb Gm D# Bb I call and call for the doctorBb Gm D# Bb But the snow swallows me whole with ol' Florry WalkerF D# Gm And the event lives only in print [Outro]C# He said:Bb "It's alright"C And "It's all over now"Am Dm And boarded the planeBb His belt unfastenedC Am Dm The boy was known to show unusual daringBb And, called a "boy"C Am Dm This alderman, confounding Tammany HallBb C Am Dm In whose employ King Tamanend himself preceeded John’s fallBb So we all raise a standardC Am Dm To which the wise and honest soul may repairBb To which a hunterC Am Dm A hundred years from now, may look and despairBb And see with wonderC Am Dm The tributes we have left to rust in the parksBb Swearing that our hair stood on endC Am Dm To see John Purroy Mitchel departBb C Am Dm For the Western front where our work might countBb C Am Dm O mercy! O God!Bb C Am Dm Go out, await the hunter to decipher the stoneBb C Am Dm Bb C Am Dm Bb C Am Dm And what lies under the city is goneBb C Am Dm Look and despairBb C Am Dm Look and despair
Sapokanikan
Joanna Newsom
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