Van Dyke Parks

The Attic

Van Dyke Parks


Tom: F#m

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I was there upon
       A
A four poster there
E
Mind touseled
  A
I came to bear
                       E
Some thoughts from the past
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Amid a dash of influenza

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And then I came to see in baggage
        A                  E    A
The memories of truncated souvenirs.
A/G
The war years

 C#7  F#m
High moon I said
 C#7  F#m
High moon lighted
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High moon eye
 E7    A
To my moon

E7

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Far beyond the blue mist
A
Enveloped lawn
E            A
The blanketed night comes on
E                A
The champagne is dead and gone
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The forest around sensitive sound forest primeval
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Through the panes cloud buttermilk
A               E
War remains and twisted cross
A            A/G
War refrains lunatic so
C#7  F#m
High moon I said
C#7  F#m
High moon lighted
E    D    B7
High moon eye
   E7 A
To my moon

B7

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Your age will most probably
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Carry away the letters enveloped in carrion
E     A  C#7   F#m     E  B7   E
Vague un-pleas-antries of the war
B7   E             A
May your son's progenitorship
         E    A    E                 G#     G#7
Of the state haphazardly help him to carry on
E     A   C#7  F#m      E   B7  E
God send your son safe home to you

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High Moon
       B7
You're eye
   E7  A
To my moon

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