Elegy For Eleaber

Intro:

E A Bm

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       E
So the fields are stubble, the garden is done where
    A                                   Bm
the scary scarecrow stands and sees her holding up horizons with her hands.
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         E                                     A
She's so tired of reading Daddy's lips - -that essay
                      Bm
on a frown. Watch her memories of human voices drown.



Chorus:

E A

           C#/A Bm                E       A
Let horsey bray break between the thunder boom. Make
         C#/A  Bm                               E        A
grasses' swish meet the cricket's ring.
          C#/A  Bm             E          A
Let every sound consecrate our whispering words that
            E
Betta never heard.

Solo played over:

E A Bm


Verse:

        E                             A
So The backlanes tie the city down; a mess of dirty
        Bm
string. Winter dies the same way every spring.
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A|--------12--11----7-----| | 
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        E                          A
As the sky tries on its uniform of turned off t.v.
              Bm
grey, and the way we watched her watch us walks away,


Chorus:

E A

          C#/A Bm              E        A
let every rain clatter down at groaning streets. Make
          C#/A  Bm                      E        A
footsteps tick, talk to echoed walls.
          C#/A  Bm             E        A
Let every sound consecrate our whispering the words

that Betta never heard.



Whurlitzer and whirly-wind and guitar Solos played over:

E A Bm

Chorus:

A

          C#/A Bm                 E        A
Let every wind howl and creak the creaking doors to
          C#/A Bm                          E        A
rooms that too much has happened in.
          C#/A  Bm             E         A
Let every sound consecrate our whispering the words