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Alfred Wainwright Stole My Gal
G
There are two hundred and fourteen, big and small
C7
Mountainsides that she must crawl
G Gdim7 D7 G
Alfred Wainwright stole my gal
She has all his books, all handwritten
With his prose she has been smitten
Alfred Wainwright stole my gal
She’s become obsessed by peaks and fells
Captivated by his lofty spells
Alfred Wainwright stole my gal
The vertiginous crags, the vicious cliffs
Are all hers now no buts or ifs
Alfred Wainwright stole my gal
C7
Every weekend she’s slipping on scree
G
Wading tarns away from me
A7
Her working week her life back home
D7
Can all go hang for the right to roam
She even stays up upon the heights
Summits up if she stays all night
Alfred Wainwright stole my gal
But once you’re up one fell she said
Might as well put the others to bed
Alfred Wainwright stole my gal
C7
Every weekend she’s slipping on scree
G
Wading tarns away from me
A7
Her working week her life back home
D7
Can all go hang for the right to roam
Pawing maps and plotting routes
Off too eagerly forgetting boots
Alfred Wainwright stole my gal
Instrumental: C7 G A7 D7 G C7 G Gdim7 D7 G
I’ve been up with her but as you might guess
It was always under severe duress
Alfred Wainwright stole my gal
She even makes those silly detours
For the views overcast across the moors
Alfred Wainwright stole my gal
C7
Every weekend she’s slipping on scree
G
Wading tarns away from me
A7
Her working week her life back home
D7
Can all go hang for the right to roam
With compass oiled the backpack stuffed
If friends go with her they go up cuffed
Alfred Wainwright stole my gal
All the slog, the pain, the cold
Justified by Loweswater gold
Alfred Wainwright stole my gal
G
The relationship may never end
C7
With this late, Lakeland legend
G Gdim7 D7 G
Alfred Wainwright stole my...
G Gdim7 D7 G
Alfred Wainwright stole my...
G Gdim7 D7 Eb7 G
Alfred Wainwright stole my gal
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I’m in Love and I’m Furious
It’s happened again, like it less than a little
I thought since last time, I’d grown strong
Apparently that’s not the case, another likes me and wants to embrace
Slowly squeezing time until it’s gone
It makes me mad, it makes me cuss
I’m in love, and I’m furious
Another walk in a quiet Eden
A rose in one fist the other one clasped
Around the digits of her hand, slightly tighter than she could stand
But that’s nothing to what we’ll feel, I laughed
It makes me mad, it makes me cuss
I’m in love, and I’m furious
Trying to take back your heart
Is an impossible art
When the frame won’t part
From the canvass that was painted in our prime…
I’m looking forward to the pointless hours
Staring in to one another’s eyes
The clumsy arm around her chair, kissing her ear, then kissing her there
But it’ll be another month before she’s at my flies
It makes me mad, it makes me cuss
I’m in love, and I’m furious
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Capo 2 Pinned All My Pain (To An Arrow)
C E7
Following the path to a brighter land
Am7 D7
Lying in a meadow, it's all in my hand
C G7 C G
To a future dreamt but never there
C E7
And now the maze has come apart
Am7 D7
So have all the borders around my heart
C G7 C F C G
And the cage around my prayers
F C C7
*Pinned all my pain to an arrow
Fdim7 F Em7 Am7 D7
Good to see it fly on the straight and narrow
C F G C
I hope it's broke now, 'cos I don't want it back
C E7
For I love it where I lie
Am7 D7
Unfolding my arms and finally closing my eyes
C G7 C G
Now I can see the way it was
C E7
I now longer fight, don't heed its call
Am7 D7
Don't bustle with the bullies at the bullies ball
C G7 C F C G
Well that's the least of all my loss
*repeat & instrumental
C E7
Well it's much clearer now in these cleaner hours
Am7 D7
A confidence blows through the tallest towers
C G7 C G
Way above the cellar I was in
C E7
And it's good to know there's a park inside
Am7 D7
Which I can use any time now the maze has died
C G7 C F C G
Another time to begin
*repeat
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Run
02:23
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RUN
G D7 G G7
There’s a light that flickers, falling, dimming
C C7 G G7
Heavy now the grey rays of our Sun
G D7 G G/F# E7
And it’s never felt so distant, winning
A7 D7 G
This cold is burning close so I run
B7 E7
From you
A7 D7 G D
But why and where to?
G D7 G G7
Let no one dress this cuts that’s open
C C7 G G7
The wound was made before I was someone
G D7 G G/F# E7
All prescriptions used have been token
A7 D7 G
And every step I walk I trip and run
B7 E7
From you
A7 D7 G D7
But why and where to
Em
Run, run, your face is wet
Edim7
Dampening the towels of regret
G D G D
But I can’t be held responsible for how
Em
Allez, allez faites vos juex
Edim7
One more game and on we go
G D G D7
But this is far more pressing to us now
G D7 G G7
We should talk one night over candles
C C7 G G7
A vat of wine to ease the frost that’s come
G D7 G G/F# E7
To be a footnote in tomorrow’s scandals
A7 D7 G
Would be the race, the saddest race to run
B7 E7
With you
A7 D7 G B7 E7
Would be the race, the saddest race to run
A7 D7 G…….Edim7 D7 G
Would be the saddest race to run
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