Sting – The Soul Cages (Guitar)

Gm                             Bb               C
The boy child is locked in the fisherman's yard

Gm                                        Bb   C
There's a bloodless moon where the oceans die

Gm                          Bb               C
A shoal of night stars hang fire in the nets

         Gm                     Bb        C
And the chaos of cages where the crayfish lie

Gm                      Bb               C
Where is the fisherman, where is the goat,

Gm                         Bb         C
Where is the keeper in his carrion coat?

   Gm                        Bb          C
Eclipse on the moon when the dark bird flies

Gm                          Bb        C
Where is the child with his father's eyes?

Gm                              Bb C F Gm
He's the king of the ninth world

Gm                                 Bb C F Gm
The twisted son of the fog bells' toll

Gm                           Bb C F  Gm
In each and every lobster cage,      a tortured human soul

Bb                         Bbsus4
These are the souls of the broken factories

Bb                        Bbsus4
The subject slaves of the broken crown

Bb                     Bbsus4
The dead accounting of old guilty promises

Bb                         C
These are the souls of the broken town

Gm            Bb        C
These are the soul cages

Gm            F         C
These are the soul cages

Gm            Bb        C
These are the soul cages

Gm            Bb        C
These are the soul cages

Am                             C      D G
'I have a wager,' the brave child spoke

Am                             C               D   G
The fisherman laughed though disturbed at the joke

Am                             C               D    G
'You will drink what I drink  But you must equal me,

Am                                   G               D
And if the drink leaves me standing, A soul shall go free'

Am                          C       D
'I have here a cask of most magical wine

Am                           C             D
A vintage that blessed every ship in the line

Am                  C             D
It's wrung from the blood of the sailors who died

Am                    G          D
Young white bodies adrift in the tide'

Am                           C             D
'And what's in it for me, my pretty young thing?

Am                            C          D
Why should I whistle when the caged bird sings?

Am                           C              D
If you lose a wager with the king of the sea

Am                                   G              D
You'll spend the rest of forever in the cage with me'

Am            C         D
These are the soul cages

Am            C         D
These are the soul cages

Am            C         D
These are the soul cages

Am            C         D
These are the soul cages

Am                        C         D
A body lies open in the fisherman's yard like

Am            C         D
The side of a ship where the iceberg rips

Am            C                D
One less soul in the soul cages

Am                     G         D
One last curse on the fisherman's lips

Am            C         D
These are the soul cages

Am            C         D
These are the soul cages

Am            C         D
These are the soul cages

Am            C         D
These are the soul cages

Am            C         D
These are the soul cages

Dmaj7                          A
And he dreamed of a ship on the sea

                               Dmaj7
That would carry his father and he

Dmaj7                          F#m
To a place they could never be found

                               E7sus4
To a place far away from this town

                          Bm7
A Newcastle ship without coals

                                 F#m
They would sail to the island of souls

F#m           A         B
These are the soul cages

F#m           A         B
These are the soul cages

F#m           A         B
These are the soul cages

F#m           A         B
These are the soul cages