Sean Nicholas Savage
Movin Up In Society
Movin Up In Society (2010)

Capo 5e fret (en Dm)

  Am  x 4  gratté

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      Am                   Em
A sea angel meanderin' the bottom
        Am                 C
Sailin' free on the watery breeze
        Dm                     G
With no will to be sailin' any higher
       Dm            G             Am
And no lift from the bottom of the sea

         F                           C
One dead day when the roof came very shallow
       F                      C
And sunlight came'a burnin' inside
      Dm                   G
A sea angel meanderin' the bottom
        Dm             G          C
Washed ashore with the litter and died

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         Am                        C
  Movin' up, movin' up in sociIiIiety
         F             Dm           E7
  Can be hard when you start at the bottom
         F                         C
  Movin' up, movin' up in sociIiIiety
         F                Dm          Am
  Can be hard when you're born in the trash

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On the dune I would do a little ditty
With my sails full of dally and play
Then one day came a glorious illusion
Through the fog came a beacon of the bay

With my mind in a hurry and a fluster
I sailed up to the glorious light
Where the gold and the glamour of the city
Cast me down to my family life

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  Refrain

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In the dark and the bluest of dead
Laid her dreams on a funeral bed
Gold and glam in her windy memoria
While she sailed for the family she fed

From the docks and the windows of the harbour
Laughter shone in the watery sky
'Bove the old memoria of an angel
Whose high hopes only taught her to cry

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  Refrain

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A sea ghost in the belly of the bay
I would roam in my hunger and pain
On the drift for a diamond or a jewel
That may shine all my worry away

In my heart was the dire drum beat
Of my dream so important to me
Twirlin' dead on a vision of a heaven
Drummin' don't get you anything to eat

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  Refrain

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Hung in tents in the alley of the market
Sun dried fish by the hundred each day
Swallowed up by the belly of the big dream
Where their sunlight and sails now lay

On the wind of a harbourous night
You may see many sailors in stride
Over angels meanderin' the bottom
Sailin' free on the glorious night

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  Refrain

(reste Dm)