The Ghost Ship

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The Ghost Ship haunts the sea
    F#m
to still come back and marry me
   D                               
the rust is where her heart should 
                  A
be tonight
  D                                
her face is where her fingers were 
                  A
tonight

  A
a glassy checkered engine room
  F#m
the speechless silence of the tomb
  D                            
the manuscripts inside the womb 
                 A
unfurls_
   E
A girl _

 D
translucent as a jelly fish
       A
that palpitates upon a dish
     D                        
she stings you with her gently 
  A7               E
falling curl_

       D                       
and sinking in the waters green 
                A
tonight_
   D                           
I wonder where my love has been 
                   A
tonight_
E|---r| epeat chords 

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The ghost ship changes course
and on the deck there stands a horse
who's munching on sardines and gorse
 and hay_
the captain draws a net across the 
bay_

The bubbles rising from the deep
where dead men sing themselves to 
sleep
from oak and coral they decieve to 
say_
okay_

you read my future like a chart
see through my skin into my heart
that flutters in my ribcage like a 
bird_

           D                     
and the ghost ship sails on in to 
                            E
some ones life_
E|---r| epeat chords 

The air from bottles forms into
the skeletons of all the crew
in white they dance against the blue
 and wail_
their curling bodys flail around the
 sail_

The figure head before the mast
stares back into the golden past
across the wrinkled sea so vast, 
forlorn_
she moans_

and flutters 'round me like a moth
that beats against mosquito cloth
and trys to eat her way into my 
dreams_

and sinking in the waters green 
tonight_
I wonder where my love has been 
tonight_
E|---r| epeat chords 

The melons on the riverbank
are bulging through decaying plank
the beauty is so warm and dank and 
light_
the captain wears a headless grin 
tonight_

and sillhoutted on a blue
the cook,the mate,the boseman too
they know not why or what they do at
 all_
they fall_

like masonry in the abyss
that opens every time we kiss
I hear their laughter echoe 'round 
the bay_
            D                   
and the ghost ship sails on into 
                           E
someones life_

---continue with A7,E and  
variations that trail off 'til the 
end.

 Leave it to R.H. to write such a 
dreamy song.
 If anyone knows anymore Robyn, 
Please post them !
                                    
                                    
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D.R.G.