Pianos And Clocks

Aztec Camera - Pianos and Clocks (Roddy Frame)
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[Intro]
E   Bm   C#m   Am   G#m   B

[Verse]
     E                     E7     
Well hello there, sweet to see 
            A               E
you, like your colour, how you 
doin'?
          E               Emaj7   
I've been battered and 
         F#7            B7
be-wildered, in the beauty of your 
ruins
       E              E7          
Flash, flash and I am blinded, by 
    A                     F#
the fact that you've been born
           E                 B 
Feels like fiction life goes on, 
                 E
brown eyes are gone

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E            E7            A    
Silence is a virtue, I was 
         E                       
taught so I a-greed, Conversation 
     Emaj7          F#7            
half for-gotten, is the hole I hold
B7
 in me
        E             E7          
All our language & ex-pression is 
    A          F#                 
decimated by decree, the sound of 
E                B               
song dies in the dawn, brown eyes
     E
 are gone

[Bridge]
A                                 
  Descended slowly on the steps of
                       E          E7
 the cathedral where I kissed you
A                           
  Remembered candles lit with 
meaning I imposed, but that 
F#9       B
es-caped you
          Bsus4               B   
With your brown eyes and your blue
                    Bsus4          
 jeans; I heard the chiming of the 
B
clocks
Bsus4                 B      
Kick out the shifting shuffling 
                  E
rhythm of your Docs

[Verse]
        E                E7       
Hit the road with my com-padre, 
      A           E
saw the city incomp-lete
        E                   Emaj7 
We were tossed and torn and 
           F#7            B7
tumbled, in your famous foreign 
streets
          E                E7     
I felt so fearless and for-gotten,
        A                F#
 No-one numbered nothing neat
            E                  B  
The son has shone, we still 
                  E
be-long, brown eyes are gone

        E              E7         
So fare-well then seno-rita, 
  A                  E
pianos played and set the tone
      E              Emaj7        
I was singing like a servant, to 
   F#7          B7
the tune of tele-phones
           E               E7     
I wish you freedom and 
        A                 F#
for-giveness and a time that is your
 own
            E                 
Blue is the colour, mine's the 
 B                      E
moment, brown eyes are gone
            E                 
Blue is the colour, mine's the 
 B                      E
moment, brown eyes are gone