Michael Cannon - History Paints A Different Past Chords

[Intro]
C    Am    F    G
C    Am    F    G
 
[Verse 1]
      C                          Am
There is a dot, a point of light, dancing in the vast
      F                              G
outer reaches of some humble spiral universe.
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Where fallout from a far-off detonated supernova
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changed the destined course of earthbound evolution.
 
[Verse 2]
            C                                  Am
Through the path of time some creatures learned to hold a conversation.
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The poetic telling of the human cronicle.
          C                              Am
But then, further understanding fueled contempt and alienation,
           F                         G
and in the process exposed our inclinations.
 
[Chorus]
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Glare into the beam like deer upon a dusky road.
F        G       C
Deny the inescapable.
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It's nothing new just check the tome of our own history,
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because it paints a different past.
 
[Solo]
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[Verse 3]
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A replicating instinct as Charlie Darwin once conceded
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said survival of the fittest was the answer.
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Someone once cried ‘the end is nigh’  outside the realm of science.
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They come and go, with uncertainty — can you hear their screams of silence?
 
[Chorus]
F       G                C
Glare into the beam like deer upon a dusky road.
F        G            C
Treading water to the end.
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There’s nothing new just check the tome of our own history
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Aeons roll on, they’ve come and gone, yet the ‘why’ remains a mystery.
 
[Verse 4]
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We've studied all that matters, searching for some kind of answer.
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Now we sit and gnaw our fingernails within our cones of silence.
          C                                Am
Where our dialogue once set us apart we've lost the gift of trust,
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but, when one cuts through all the bullshit we're just avaricious stardust.
 
[Chorus]
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Now, there is no beam to floodlight all our tangled thoroughfares,
F                  G             C
while we dodge the crumbling effegies.
F             G                  Am
It’s happened times before, it's all part of our lunacy.
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(be)'cause history paints a different past.
F       G                  C
History paints a different past.
 
[Outro]
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