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Date: Tue, 13 Jan 1998 09:37:29 +0100
From: Tilman Heckel
Subject: CRD: f/fischer_z/the_writer
The Writer (Fischer Z)
Album: Red Skies Over Paradise
Dm C G A
Dm C G A
The other side of the room
Dm C G A
an empty bottle lies broken
Dm C G A
Purple faces are sure,
Dm C G A
of snow white sheets to soak in
His clothes are spread around,
they smell of perspiration
A half eaten meal
attracts the flies attention
A
Do I Do I Do I Do I Hear the man’s cries
Do I Do I Do I Do I Look in his eyes
Do I Do I Do I Do I Care if he dies
Do I Do I Do I Do I Do I?
Dm C G A
Take a paper towel and place it over his head
Dm C G A
Phone up reception and report him as dead
Dm C G A
Open up the window and expose him to light
Dm C A Dm C G
Push it all away from me … No that can’t be right …
A Dm C G A
Ri High hight …
A continental breeze
has set the blinds in motion
Brings just a hint of change
from the Atlantic Ocean
The ancient church bell rings.
Defies the march of progress
The senoritas said
you were too young to notice
Do I Do I Do I Do I …
Take a paper towel…
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Transcript by Tilman Heckel
