Tono: A
Introducción:
A7
The clowns are running the circus/the show is run of the mill.
D
They?ve picked all the berries that grew on Blueberry Hill.
A7
The shameless and the appalling/have sunk things to a new low,
D
What has become of the world that we used to know?
G A D G A D
Did I dream it? What I mean is, I could?ve swore it had a soul,
G A Bm A7
Mhmm I could hear it, sat right near it/ Back when my whole world..
D
?was the radio
A7
Time was when people could move you/with just a voice and a song.
D
I wish all those hacks would go back to where they belong
A7
The daydream had to make way for/the nightmare that was to be,
D
Where grace and beauty are hung and buried at sea.
G A D G A D
Did I dream it? What I mean is, I could?ve swore it had a soul,
G A Bm A7
Mhmm I could hear it, sat right near it/ Back when my whole world ?
D
?was the radio
F#m Bm7
And even though the writing?s on the wall (wall)
F#m Bm7
It's through rose-coloured glasses I recall (recall)
E D C# B
That golden age of the ordinary day...
G A D G A D
Did I dream it? What I mean is, I could?ve swore it had a soul,
G A Bm A7
Mhmm I could hear it, sat right near it/ Back when my whole world ?
D
?was the radio, whoa-oh-oh-oh.
A7
The clowns are running the circus/the show is run of the mill
D
They picked all the berries that grew on Blueberry Hill.