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This strange engine

Tono: D

Introducción:

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                                   Dm                                                                     F                                                   Dm               F 
There was a boy who came into this world at the hands of a holy woman in a holy place
                     Dm                                                       F                                                             Dm                       F 
He wore a red coat and walked a bulldog,   saw them reflected in the mirror of the lakes
                           Dm                                                                     F 
Lived in the shadow of the mountains with the smells of disinfectant
             Dm                                                                                     F 
Dusty old leather and the polished wood of his bed
                               Dm                                                           F 
No more than a baby feeding swans on the river,   holding the hands of his mother
                 C                                                       G         F   C   G 
And the wax paper bag of yesterday's bread
                 F                                                                     C  G                                                                           F 
And his father on the other side of the world on the ship's railings and some far away tide
                       C                                                 G                                                 F                     C 
With the silent dry tear of home thoughts from abroad in his far away eyes
               G                   F            Cm   Eb   Bb 
In his far away eyes
 F                                                         Cm                     Eb                                                 Bb 
    The smell of the wax on the wooden floor,     mixture of polish and soap
 F                                                         Cm           Eb                                           Bb 
    No children to fear or to play with,     rows of empty hooks for the coats
       F                                           Cm                             Eb                                                                       Bb 
An upright piano and the boys in the choir       still remind him of just before he was born
 F                                                     Cm                             Eb                                                     Bb 
    Remind him of just before he was breathing,     strange misty visions of God
 F                                               Cm         Eb                                     Bb 
    Turn the cities into families,     into villages of souls
 F                                             Cm                                     Eb                                               Bb 
    Hovering in the air while they're sleeping,     with their houses invisible
 F                                               Cm                   Eb 
    Send to me the ghosts of Christmas,     whispering,         "You're the only one"

 E 
1                                                 1                                                 1
    And ever since I was a boy, I never felt that I belonged
                                                       Bb                                                                     F 
Or would I spit it back at them and not get caught up in their rules
                                                   Bb                                     F 
And live according to my own and not be used, not be used
                                                 Eb                                                         Bb 
To find the fundamental truths, it was gonna take some time
                                                           Ab                                                             F# 
Thirty-five summers down the line, the wisdom of each passing year
                                                     Ab                                                           F 
Seems to serve only to confuse, seems to serve only to confuse

 Gm                                             Cm                               Dm                                 F 
      Daddycame out of the navy and took us away to his dirty grey home town
 Gm                                           Cm                                         Dm                                             F 
      And he worked down a coal mine for National Service so that he could be around
 Gm                         Cm                         Dm                                               F                                 Gm                 Cm   Dm   F 
      There was a magical purple       in the chrome of the exhaust of his Triumph motor bike
                                 Gm                       Cm                                                       Dm         F     Gm         Cm   Dm 
And a warmth of oil and metal       and the thrill of the hard corner holding tight
                         Gm  Cm                                     Dm                   F 
From the horizon came home from the Navy to the mine
 Gm                         Cm               Dm         F 
      From the horizon to buried alive
           Gm                 Cm           Dm 
Took his dream underground
                       F                     Gm           Cm   Dm     F 
Buried his treasure in his faraway eyes
 Dm                                       C                                             F                         G                             Dm         C   F   G 
      And one day as the boy lay sleeping in the sunshine of a half-remembered afternoon
 Dm                                                       C                                   F                                 G 
      A cloud of bees with no particular aim and no brain found the boy
                                   Dm                 C   F   G 
Decided that his time had come
 Dm                                             C     F                                         G                       Dm 
      Came down out of the sky, stung him in the face     again and again
                             C                                     F                           G 
Blue pain, screaming like baptism,   intravenous, Jesus
                             Dm   C                                           F             G 
Like being chosen     from something with no brain,   blue pain
 Dm                                 C       F                                 G       Dm   C   F   G   Dm   C   F   G   Dm   C   F   G   Dm   C   F   G 
      It's happening again,   it's happening again

 Em                       C                             D 
      Oh, Mummy, Daddy, will you sit a while with me?
 Em                       C                             D 
      Oh, Mummy, Daddy, will you jog my memory?
                 Em                             C             D 
Tell me       tall tales of Montego Bay, Table Mountain, flying fish
 Em               C                           D                             Em         C       D 
      Banana spiders, pots of paint and the sun on the Equator