Chords for 10 Turn The Page - Sananda Maitreya - Concert Milan 1993

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_ _ You chose [Eb] with age to speak with the prima ballerinas [Bb] rage and speak of all the kingdoms
that would swoop down, [Eb] stick around and proceed to ignore [Bb] you.
_ _ No [Eb] flashback pain, guitar man a [Bb] resurrected Apollo Miptha.
[F] Still your [Cm] faith feeds your plate of worship and adore you.
But the pill juice will bring you no [Cm] thrill.
_ [Eb] _ _ There's a trouble of lightning in the wind this time, leaving all your baggage behind.
[Bb] _ _ How would you [Eb] wander [Bb] through your vagabond state _ and you find yourself shoveling [Eb] shit
with the rusty jackhammer queen [D] of a broken spade.
You must not be [F] afraid. _
_ [Cm] _ _ _ _ [Eb] You must turn to pain.
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_ [Bb] You _ _ wore your [Eb] goddess gown and jawless disarray, your [Bb] halo fell into decay.
Swiped by those you loved [Eb] but could not hold its sway behind you.
[Bb] _ And then the dry spell leads to the low [Eb] shutter speed long enough for you to see that you
create [Bb] your own reality and that the weight alone will [Eb] not enshrine you.
[Cm] And that the war that you swore would fall through your door.
_ [Eb] _ _ Come to your rescue this time is all in your mind.
[Bb] Listen to me.
_ Now as you [Eb] wander through your vagabond state [Bb] [D] and you find yourself [Eb] shoveling shit with
the rusty jackhammer [Bb] queen of a broken spade.
[C] You find yourself [Bb] kicking dirt [Eb] around with your parents green pumps of pentacles and precious [Bb] jade.
You must not be [F] afraid.
_ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ You must _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
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turn _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
[Bb] to pain.
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_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ You dreamt the [Eb] world of things like you were a duchess born of Coretta Scott King and the
[Bb] queen does not invite you over to the theater gaff in [Eb] Scotland or in Buckingham's backyard.
_ [Bb] Now I'm sure Van, the man of whom [Eb] I'm a fan can surely understand as he said it is not
why [Bb] it just is.
_ Therefore you need [Eb] not remain _ scarred.
[Cm] Time you find that your salvation is [Bb] mine.
[Eb] _ _ And you travel the lightning wings time leaving all your baggage behind baby.
[Bb] Now as you [Eb] wander through your vagabond [Bb] state _ and you find yourself shoveling [Eb] shit with
the rusty jackhammer queen of a [Bb] broken spade.
You find yourself kicking dirt around with [Eb] your parents green pumps of pentacles and precious [Bb] jade.
Pulling the roots from your hair, a dog from a barrel, [Eb] you find the window with an everything
must go sell song prominently [Bb] displayed.
And yet waiting on your [Eb] dancing on the edge of a precipice hard [Bb] to see.
Those serenading soul songs [Eb] that's what feeling this unconsciousness brings.
_ [Bb] Releasing you from your [Cm] captive cage [Eb] replacing power for all you [Bb] raise.
Turning your hope on a rope smashing hope [Eb] to a microscope into a ravaged puff of grain.
[Bb] You must not be [F] afraid. _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ You _ _ _ must _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ [Eb] turn away. _
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_ _ _ You [Abm] _ [E] _ [Bbm]
must turn away.
Hey hey hey.
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_ _ Hey.
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[F] _ [Bb] _ [Bbm] _ _ _ Hey. _
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_ _ _ Hey.
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Hey. _ Hey. _ _ _
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_ _ _ Hey.
[Ab] [Gm] Hey.
[Bb] Hey. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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