Mad John (Stereo) Chords

And so, seaty, comfy, bold, on the back of this enormous, buzzy-most of the flight,
vooooop, they took it off, like an escaped velocity of the rocket floating into orbit.
Now after floating high [Bb] up, over the Mountie, through the deep [Ab] valley of that,
for seven whole [C] long days they did a very [Ab] soft and flat belly landing, if I may put it this way,
[N] where they landed, a tranquil beauty spotted, before a deep thunder mold of a foray.
Like Orpheus and the Undergrowth there it was, and the flight said it,
I must leave you here."
And he pointed here with his sort of fly-type thing,
all feathery-feathery, and said,
Mad John, mark thee words.
He liveth in a cave there in this far deep foray,
and he will transport for you and find it
not only the moon itself which you look at,
but the philosophy of life to itself.
And Stan had a mutual joy for this,
and reached up and cuddled him most with this big fly,
and very hard to embrace it, and most kissing,
and the fly tickling with his whiskers in his [Ab] ear-throat.
And off he went. _ _
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[Eb] _ _ _ [Bb] And there was an old man [Db] that lived in [Eb] the greenwood.
[Bb] Nobody knew him [Db] or what he [Eb] had done.
[Bb] But mothers would say to [Ab] their children,
Beware of [Eb] Mad John.
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_ _ John would sing [Db] with the birds [Eb] in the morning,
_ _ [Bbm] laugh with the wind [Db] in the cold [Eb] hand of night.
[Bb] But people from [Bbm] behind their [Db] curtains
[Eb] said he's not [Bb] quite _ _ right.
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_ _ _ John had [Eb] it zast. _
He [Ab] was living the life [Db] of a tramp. _ _
Yes, [Gb] his peg was the cold and [B] the damp,
but the sun was [E] his friend. _
He [F] was foolish.
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_ [Bb] So here was a wise one [Db] who loved [Eb] all the haters.
[Bb] He loved them so [Bbm] much [Db] that their hate turned [Eb] to fear,
[Bbm] and shaking from behind their curtains,
[Eb]
the loved [Bb] ones would _ _ _ hear.
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_ _ [Bb] _ Aye, doodly-aye, aye, [Db] doodly-aye, aye, [Eb] doodly-aye, aye,
[Bb] Aye, doodly-aye, aye, [Db] doodly-aye, aye, [Eb] aye, aye,
Aye, [Bb] _ _ doodly-aye, [Bbm] aye, doodly-aye, aye, [Eb] aye,
Aye, aye, [Bb] aye, aye, aye,
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_ [Ab] And so Stan walked it towards the [Db] cake,
and in his mind, marquee word, [Gb] Mad John. _
Deep focus [B] on this.
All a-trembloed, looking [E] into the dark,
and peering into the back [F] grove of black in there.
[Eb] And then appeared Mad John,
in fine, fine, foldy, silken robes,
all whitely hair, scintillating beard and dangling,
well, the beard must have been thirty-four years old,
to grow it and grow it, all night load.
What?
And he was glowing with a friendly light,
oh dear, joy, and a voice full of a cockney, cockney, cockney,
all joy of life and livid emanate from the cockload of his heart-strings.
Called to see you, man.
What's been your hang-up, man?
I've been waiting seven whole days for you.
Not still worried about this scintillating moon and dangling, eh?
_ Stan, yes, that's why I was sorting you out here,
and trently, trently, howling on the back of this fly, and you told me.
_ _ And John, linked arms with him,
and walking out, stepper by stepper,
and he pointed with a cockney, four-fingered gold,
there, up in the heavenly bode.
What? _
_ _ Stan realised, now, which it struck him,
like a smacker-o'-blurdy, which come now,
a turn he never thought as before,
as the sun rises in the early mordy,
so the recoil of the moon on the eve.
Ah, and he thought.
_ _ Now, the fly had something extra special you thought to say to me, if you will,
and John looking at him, and attracting his, earnestly, of his eyeballs,
straight nose to nose and eye to eyeball for it,
of course, I nearly forgot it, just