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Pisces Fish

Key: C

Introduction:

  C                            G                            Am                         G  
mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm...
  Dm7                                                 C  
Rowers gliding on the river
     Dm7                                                                    G  
Canadian geese crap along the bank
  Dm7                                                                                 C            C/B    Am  
Back wheel of my bike beguins to quiver
                F                    C                                              G  
The chain is wrapped around the crank
                                        Dm7                                                                    C  
                             Old ladies, who must be doggie training
  Dm7                                                                                                    G  
Walking, trowing balls, chasing all the sheep
                          Dm7                                                                                    C              C/B    Am  
While the farmer stands around and he's complaining
                        F                    C                                 G  
His mad cows are being put to sleep
                                          F            C                              G                            Am                    G  
                  I'm    a    Pices Fish and the river runs through my soul
  Dm7                                                      C  
Smoke signals from the brewery
                Dm7                                                                                 G  
Like someone in there found the latest pope
                                  Dm7                                                                              C         C/B    Am  
In a vat of beer that keeps pumping out with fury
                                F                                                 C                                    G  
While the church bell ringer's tangled in his rope
                                        Dm7                                                 C  
                          But there's a temple on an island
     Dm7                                                                                         G  
I think of all the gods and what they feel
                                  Dm7                                                            C                 C/B    Am  
You can only find them in the deepest silence
                          F              C                                 G  
I got to get out of this big wheel
             I'm a Pices Fish and the river runs through my soul
                                          G                                                                                                 C  
     And I'll be swimming until    I    can      find      those    waters
Simile
  Dm7                                                                         C  
Blades go skimming through the water
                             Dm7                                                                                 G  
I hear the coxon shouting his instructions about
                             Dm7                                                              C            C/B    Am  
With this crew oh, it could be a tall order
                        F                 C                                                              G  
Have we time to sort all of these things out?
                                        Dm7                                                                      C  
                             Sometimes my life it feels like    fiction
                                Dm7                                                            C  
Some of the days it's really quite serene
                                     Dm7                                                            C                    C/B    Am  
I'm a living proof of all life's contradictions
                                  F                                    C                                              G  
One half is going where the other half's just been
             I'm a Pices Fish and the river runs through my soul