_Internal Exile_

G C B A EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE |||||| |||||| |||||| |||||| 320033 x32010 x20010 x02220 |||||| |||||| |||||| |||||| Intro: G G C G I saw a blue umbrella in Princes Street Gardens, C B A G Heading out west for the Lothian Road. G C G An Evening News stuffed deep in his pocket, C B A G Wrapped up in his problems, to keep away the cold. G C G Grierson's spirit haunts the dockyards, C B A G Where the only men working are on documentary crews, G C G Shooting film as the lines get longer, C B A G As the seams run out, all the oil runs dry. (Chorus) G C G G A G Hey there laddie, Internal Exile! When will you realise, we got to let go? G C G G A G Hey there lassie, Internal Exile! When will you realise, we got to let go? G C G G A G G C G Starlings wheeling round Georgian spire, C B A G And the fires of Grangemouth burn the skies G C G A lion sleeps in a tenemant close, C B A G In a country that's tired and deaf to his roar. (Chorus) Same chords, just picked: G C G They bury a wasteland deep in the wildernes, C B A G Poison the soil and reap the harvest, G C G of blind indifference, greed and apathy, C B A G Sowed way back in our history. G C G The fish are few and the harbours are empty, C B A G The kells now rot on our oil slicked shores. G C G The sheep are gone, the farms deserted, C B A G We're out of sight and we're out of mind. (Chorus) G C G Like our fathers before us, We've eyes for america, C B A G Dream of a new life on foreign shores. G C G But wherever we go, we'll always know C B A G that the land we stand on, is never our own. (Chorus) We gotta go now, .... (Faster part) G C B G C B (REAL FAST) G C G A G -- Daniel A. Newcombe Clayton State College Computing Services Morrow, GA 30260 E-Mail Address: newcombe@aa.csc.peachnet.edu (404)-961-3421 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= - I just want to be free - I'm happy to be lonely. Marillion, Misplaced Childhood