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Trying Too Hard To Fly
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I should be taking the measure G
I should be taking my time G, C, G
One thing I'm sure of, I never G, Em7
Repented at leisure, not I A7, D
I've never done anything in haste D7, G
Can't remember the last time Csus2, Em7
that I won a race A7sus4, D7
But I'm off to a flyer G, Em
And there's no denying F, C
I'm trying too hard to say goodbye F, Em
Trying too hard to fly D7, G
I don't cry for the good things I had
I don't cry for what we've lost
I remember the good and the bad
I remember that you paid the cost
I can see the tears in your eyes
Looking out to sea
Not a cloud in the sky
Now it's all over
I'm playing the Wild Rover
Trying hard not to cry
Trying too hard to fly
Of one thing I know, Bm
you'd be proud F#m
We put on a show, A7
you should hear the crowd D7
All singing out of tune G, Em7
They're all here for you F, C
Watching the parade go by F, Em
Drinking the old town dry D7, G
One day this won't matter
All of us here will be gone
All of our hopes lie in tatters
No one remembers this song
Someone, somewhere, looks out to sea
Thinks of the way that it all used to be
With grey feathers soft
baby gulls taking off
The wind whips them way up high
Trying too hard to fly
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When Jesus came to build us a bookcase
I dusted the living room wall
I swept out the ash from the fireplace
And put bedsheets down on the floor
G, B7 / C7, G
G, B7 / C7, G
A call came down from Heaven
Saying, the lads’ll be there by eight
But when it got to nine, there was no sign
Jesus was late
C7, G / C7, D7, F#dim
Em, B7, G, A7 / F, G
I reminded myself this was Heaven
And made a three-bag pot of tea
But when the clock struck eleven
I shouted, Why have you forsaken me?
The rain outside was pounding
But I could hear voices above
Like an eternal choir abounding
In love
All I want is a quiet space
Somewhere to read my books in peace
A ray of light through a window
And a bookmark to save my place
Cm / Gm / Bb maj7 / Gdim / D7
Jesus arrived in a Transit
Wiped his sandals by the door,
Took a tape measure out of his pocket,
I said: ‘What do you need that for?
Aren’t you the Lord, Our Saviour?’
He said: ‘Never mind all of that.
Because once you’ve cut your timber
There’s no going back.’
When Jesus came to build us a bookcase
He left an invoice addressed to me
With a shining image of His face
And a money back guarantee
And a business card written in Hebrew
With a telephone number to call. It said:
Joseph and Son would love to hear from you
No job too small
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Jon Horne Edinburgh, UK
Chronicling the folibles of the age via the medium of contemporary folk song since
2005.
All the music here is homemade and is provided free.
Even rougher recordings can be found at hornesdemoshop.bandcamp.com
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