Spanish Gold 2044

D G D G D Oh we are nothing: but what our words leave behind are worth the raiment of the sun G D Sighed Palinurus, humming "Bird on a Wire", eyeing the cloth of the sun G D Thus we are nothing but what our words leave behind. G D Thus collect your poetries and incantations and bullets for the blind G D I haven't read them, I will not read them, for they dwell too much on signs Bm Thus the desert deserts thee, ah: Bm I left this bullwhip by the nightstand F# Bm D F# Bm Julliard was a thousand miles ago Bm Where you gonna run when the clouds break? F# Bm D F# When the sun peaks his eye with attitude and rye, A Bm and you're set upon and lost A Bm lost feeling that the pain of ages rocks... E Bm feeling that the pain of ages rocks, rocks... E Bm feeling that the pain of ages rocks... G D G D Hex signifiers, Iambic petra-fiers, and Roman Shit that we have left behind G D I'm gonna plumb the white pages, rocking the pain of ages, looking at your graceless depictions of light G D Though when there is there is nothing left to read, there shall be nothing left to write D C#m Bm A G That's when I get on board and drop F# Bm Bm I left this bullwhip by the nightstand F# Bm D F# A Bm Julliard you were a thousand miles ago, and your setter drops A Bm Oh ya feeling that the pain of ages rocks... E Bm feeling that the pain of ages rocks, rocks... E Bm feeling that the pain of ages rocks... F# G C#m G A C#m Ah da da da, yada da da dum, da dah oh Bm All they own they see! Oh oh oh oh F# G C#m G A C#m Yah da da da, yada da da dum, da dah Bm All they own they see! Oh oh oh oh Bm D F# E A G Bm D F# E Oh the rain's got to fall A G Bm D F# E Oh the rain's got to fall A G Bm D F# E Oh the rain's got to fall A G Bm D F# E Oh the rain's got to fall A G A G A G Bm Oh the rain's got to fall