Capo 2nd fret.
7/4 time
Guitar motif:
Beats 1 + 2 + 3 + 4 + 5 + 6 + 7 +
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||*----2---------2-------------2---------1-------1---2-------*||
||*------4-------2---------------4-------2-------------------*||
||---0-------0-------0-------0-------0-------0-------0--------||
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In addition there is a simple melodic figure played at the start of each bar
throughout the verses over top of the chords:
Beats 1 + 2 + 3 + 4 + 5 + 6 + 7 +
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||*----------------------2---2-------------------------------*||
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Intro:
Guitar motif x6
Verse 1:
A E/A A
A E/A A
Climbing up on Solsbury Hill
F#m E/F# F#m
I could see the city lights
F#m E/F# F#m
Wind was blowing, time stood still
A E/A A
Eagle flew out of the night
A E/A A
He was something to observe
F#m E/F# F#m
Came in close; I heard a voice
F#m E/F# F#m
Standing, stretching every nerve
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Dmaj7 E/D Dmaj7
I had to listen; had no choice
Dmaj7
I did not believe the information
E/D Dmaj7 F#m
Just had to trust imagination
E Dmaj7
My heart going boom boom boom
Dmaj7 E/D Dmaj7 D E Dmaj7 Esus4
Son, he said, grab your things I've come to take you home
Guitar motif x2
Verse 2:
To keep in silence I resigned
My friends would think I was a nut
Turning water into wine
Open doors would soon be shut
So I went from day to day
Though my life was in a rut
Till I thought of what I'd say
And which connection I should cut
I was feeling part of the scenery
I walked right out of the machinery
My heart going boom boom boom
Son, he said, grab your things I've come to take you home
Guitar motif x4
Verse 3:
When illusion spin her net
I'm never where I want to be
And liberty she pirouette
When I think that I am free
Watched by empty silhouettes
Who close their eyes but still can see
No one taught them etiquette
So I will show another me
Today I don't need a replacement
I'll tell them what the smile on my face meant
My heart going boom boom boom
Hey, I said, you can keep my things they've come to take me home
Guitar motif to fade (x12)
