Marillion – Blind Curve (Guitar)
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Versions
(3)
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Chords
[I. Vocal Under A Bloodlight]
Bm A F#m G
Bm A Last night you said I was cold, untouchable F#m G A lonely piece of action from another town Bm A I just want to be free, I'm happy to be lonely F#m Can't you stay away? G Just leave me alone with my thoughts Bm A Just a runaway, just a runaway F#m I'm saving myself
[II. Passing Strangers]
G
Gmaj7 G Strung out below a necklace of carnival lights F#m Cold moan, held on the crest of the night F#m I'm too tired to fight. G Gmaj7 So now we're passing strangers, at single tables Gmaj7 Still trying to get over F#m Still trying to write love songs for passing strangers F#m All those passing strangers Gmaj7 And the twinkling lies, all those twinkling lies F#m Sparkle with the wet ink on the paper
[III. Mylo]
F#m G Gmaj7 G X3
Em7 A Em A
Em Oh I remember Toronto when Mylo went down A And we sat and cried on the phone Em I never felt so alone A He was the first of our own Em Some of us go down in a blaze of obscurity A Some of us go down in a haze of publicity Em A The price of infamy, the edge of insanity Em Another Holiday Inn, another temporary home A And an interviewer threatened me with a microphone Em A 'Talk to me, won't you tell me your stories."
Em A X2
Em So I talked about conscience and I talked about pain A And he looked out the window and it started to rain Em A I thought maybe I've already gone crazy Em So I reached for a bottle and he reached for the door A And I picked up the sleeping pills crushed on the floor Em A Inviting me to a casual obscenity.
F# D E Bm X3
[IV. Perimeter Walk]
F# It would be incredible if we could F# Retrace all the times that we lived here F#m All the collisions F#m Wasted, I've never been so wasted F# F#m I've never been this far out before F#m Perimeter walk F# There's a presence here F#m I feel could have been ancient, F#m I could have been mystical F#m There's a presence F#m A child, my child F#m My childhood, a misplaced childhood F#m Give it back to me, give it back to me F#m A childhood, that childhood A Oh please give it back to me.
A G A G
[V. Threshold]
A I saw a war widow in a launderette G Washing the memories from her husband's clothes A She had medals pinned to a threadbare greatcoat G A lump in her throat with cemetery eyes D I see convoys curbcrawling West German Autobahns C Trying to pick up a war D They're going to even the score C Oh... I can't take any more A I see black flags on factories G Soup ladies poised on the lips of the poor A G I see children with vacant stares, destined for rape in the alleyways D Does anybody care, I can't take any more! C D C Should we say goodbye? A I see priests, politicians G Heroes in black plastic body-bags under nations' flags A I see children pleading with outstretched hands G Drenched in napalm, this is no Vietnam D C I can't take any more, should we say goodbye D How can we justify? C They call us civilised!
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