Chords for Peter Gabriel & Anne Sexton: Mercy Street - All my Pretty...

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_ _ [D#] _ _ _ [C#m] Father, _ _ this year's jinx rides us apart where you followed our mother to her cold slumber,
a second shock boiling its stone to your heart, [E] leaving me [C#m] here to shuffle and disencumber
you from the residence you could not afford.
A gold key, your half of a woolen mill, twenty
suits from Dunn's, an English board, the [E] love and legal verbiage of another will, [C#m] boxes
of pictures of people I do not know.
I touch their cardboard faces.
They must go.
_ _ Looking down on empty streets, all she can see [A] are the dreams all made so, [F#m] other dreams
made real.
[C#m] All of the buildings, all of the cars, [A] were once just a dream in [E]
somebody's
head.
[C#m] She pictures the broken glass, pictures the steam.
[A] She pictures a song.
[F#m] I slowly cut [C#m] the seams, take the boat out, wait until darkness.
Let's take the boat out, wait until darkness _ comes. _ _ _
_ _ Nowhere in the corridors are pale green and grey.
[A] _ Nowhere in the suburbs [F#m] in the cold light of day.
[C#m] There in the midst of it, so alive and alone, [A] _ words of [B] forthlying gold.
_ Dreaming of [C#m] _ [A] mercy, [B] sweet, _ _ [C#m] where you're [E] inside [A]
out.
[E] Dreaming of _ mercy, [A] _ _
[B] in [C#m] your daddy's arms [B] again.
[E] _ [C#m] Dreaming of _ [A] mercy, [B] sweet, _ _ _ [C#m] swelling room that's [A] lying.
_ [E] Dreaming of mercy, _ [A] _ _
[B] _ [C#m] in your daddy's arms.
This is the yellow scrapbook that you began the year I was born.
As crackling now and wrinkly as tobacco leaves.
Clippings where Hoover outran the Democrats, [A] wiggling his dry finger at me and [C#m] prohibition.
News where the Hindenburg went [A] down and recent years where you went [C#m] flushed on wool.
This year, [A] solvent but sick, you meant to marry that [C#m] pretty widow in a one-month rush.
But before you had that second chance, I cried on your fat shoulder.
Three days later, you died.
_ Pulling out _ _ drawers that slide, _ [A] looking at the darkness, [F#m] word on word.
[C#m] Fessing all the secret things in a worn velvet box.
[A] To the priest, he's the doctor, he can [F#m] handle the shocks.
[C#m] Dreaming of the tenderness that trembled in the hips, [A] of kissing [B] Mary's lips.
_ [C#m] Dreaming of _ [A] mercy [B] street, _ [C#m] where you're inside [A] out.
Dreaming [E] of mercy, _ [A] _ _
_ [B] [C#m] in your daddy's arms [B] again.
Dreaming [E] of _ [F#m] mercy [B] street, _ swear [C#m] they moved [A] that sign.
Looking [E] for mercy, _ [A] _ _
[E] in [C#m] your daddy's arms. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ These are the snapshots of marriage, stuffed in places.
_ Side by [A] side at the rail toward Nassau [C#m] now.
Here, with the winner's cup at the speedboat races.
[A] Here, by our kennel of [C#m] dogs with their pink eyes, running like [A] showbred pigs in their chain-linked [C#m] pen.
Here, at the horse show where my [C#] sister wins the prize.
And here, standing like a duke among groups of men.
_ [C#m] Now I hold you down.
My [F#] drunkard, my navigator, my first [C#m] lost keeper, you love or look at me.
I hold a five-year diary that my mother kept for three years, telling all she does not say of your alcoholic kinship.
_ You overslept, she writes.
My God, Father, [B] each Christmas day with your blood [C#m] will I drink down your glass of wine? _
[E] The diary of your [C#m] hurly-burly years goes to my [B] shelf to wait for my [C#m] age to pass.
Only in this hoarded [B] span will love persevere.
Whether [C#m] you are pretty or not, I outlive [A] you.
Bend down my [C#m] strange face to yours and forgive you. _
_ _ _ I'm _ out in the boat, [A] riding the water, [F#m] riding the waves on the [C#m] sea.
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