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From the 2007 album ‘High’

(Am C)x8

Verse 1:
G                 Em
 Down beneath the swoosh of the turbines,
F                   Em
 The long grass it blows in ripples,
G                    Em
 There’s a beautiful spiral of roads,
F                        
 That lead the lost up here.
G                   Em
 I was watching the birds taking off,
   F                    Em
To swoop down over the city,
G                        Em
 They find and take just what they need,
    F
And turn, turn, turn.

Chorus:
    Am               C
The movers move, the shakers shake,
    Am                   C
The winners write their history,
         Am          C
But from high on the high hills
   Am              C
It all looks like nothing.
    Am               C
The movers move, the shakers shake,
    Am                   C
The winners write their history,
         Am          C
But from high on the high hills
   Am              C
It all looks like nothing.

Verse 2:
G                      Em
 That afternoon on the hustler gate,
      F         Em
With all the TVs flickering,
G                 Em
 While behind the sky was moving,
F
Liquid crimson gold.
G                  Em
 Brothers, sisters, pay no heed
       F            Em
To the unfaithful messengers,
G                Em
 For theirs is a prison world,
   F
Of lies, lies, lies.

Chorus

Bridge:
D
 The keening wind,
                       F
It blows though me, it blows through me.
D
 My time it must,
          F
Be almost done, be almost done.

(Am C)x4

Outro:
Am                   C
All these things you fear so much
  Am                C
Depend on angles of vision.
Am           C
 Down in the maze of walls,
Am                    C
 You can’t see what’s coming,
         Am          C
But from high on the high hills
   Am             C
It all looks like nothing,
     Am          C
From high on the high hills
   Am             C            (Am C)x4  D5 E5 C5 D5 (Am C)x4 D5 E5 C5 D5 Am
It all looks like nothing, nothing.

            
            
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