Can Utility And The Coastliners

B F#7sus4 F#7(b9) B D Gm/D C/A# Badd11 The scattered pages of a book by the sea Em7 A7 Held by the sand, washed by the waves D A G A A shadow forms cast by a cloud, D A G A Skimming by as eyes of the past, B F#7sus4 But the rising tide absorbs them F#7(b9) B Effortlessly claiming. D G A They told of one who tired of all Bm A G A Singing "Praise him, praise him." B Em A "We heed not flatterers", he cried, D A G/B A "By our command, waters retreat, D A G/B A Show my power, halt at my feet," B But the cause was lost, Em Emadd9 A Now cold winds blow. D Dm Bb C Bb C Far from the north overcast ranks advance D Dm Bb C Fear of the storm accusing with rage and scorn. F Bb6 C4 C The waves surround the sinking throne Dm C Bb C Singing "Crown him, crown him," D A/D G/D A/D "Those who love our majesty D A/D G/D A/D Show themselves!", all bent their knee. Dm7 Dm6 Aaaaahhh-aaaaaahhh nanana nanana Guitar and strings Bb C | / / / / | / / / / | Dm7 D7sus2 | / / / / | (8x) Dm7 D7sus2 | / / / / | (8x) Dm7 D7sus2 | / / / / | Dm7 D7sus2 | / / / / | (x15) Dm7 D7sus2 But he forced a smile even though his hopes Dm7 D7sus2 Dm7 D7sus2 Dm7 Lay dashed where offerings fell D7sus2 Where they fell! Organ, strings and flute section Dm Gm7 | / / / / | / / / / | C A | / / / / | / / / / | Dm Gm7 | / / / / | / / / / | C A | / / / / | / / / / | C/D | / / / / | / / / / | Dm C | / / / / | / / / / | Bm7b5 A | / / / / | / / / / | E/F# F# | / / / / | / / / / | E/F# F# | / / / / | / / / / | E/F# B/F# F# B/F# G# C# F# B | / / / / | / / / / | E A E B E A E F# | / / / / | / / / / | E/F# B/F# F# B/F# G# C# F# B | / / / / | / / / / | E A E B E A E F# | / / / / | / / / / | / | Organ and guitar interlude C#m G# C#m G# C#m B E | / / / / | / / / / | Guitar solo D E C# F# B F# B | / / / / | / / / / | A D E C# F# F#m D/F# | / / / / | / / / / | E A B G# C# C#m | / / / / | / / / / | E F# D# G# C#/G# G# C#/G# | / / / / | / / / / | C F C F C F C F "Nothing can my peace destroy as long as none smile." C F C F More opened ears and opened eyes, C F C F And soon they dared to laugh. C F C F | / / / / | / / / / | C F G# | / / / / | / / / / | G# | / / / / | C G# See a little man with his face turning red C G# Though his story's often told you can tell he's dead. C G G# A# C G G# A# | / / / / | / / / / | (faster) C G G# A# C A# C | / / / / | / / / / | (even faster) C | / / / / | / / |