Before The Eyes Of Storytelling Girls
Anaïs MitchellVersion1
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I could tell you stories like the government tells lies
Oh but no one listens any more
In the rooms the women come and go
Talking on the mobile phones
and the television talks about the war
When I was a baby there was
Laughter in my house and my
Daddy smoked domestic cigarettes
Thursday nights on the radio
Live in concert, live from Cairo
Mother of Egypt
Mama, mama
Be with me
With the music in your breast
In your glittering evening dress
And the white flag in your fist trembling
I could tell you stories like the past was dead and gone
I know nothing changes in this world
Every day the muezzin calls
Sun comes up and Baghdad falls
Before the eyes of storytelling girls
She was just a poor man's daughter
Going down into the sultan's bed
He was desert, she was a water
And he remembered every word she said
She said and I say
Grandma, Grandma
Be with me
In your tragic wedding gown
With your long hair hanging down
And the stories tumbling out
Tumbling
I could tell you stories like the government tells lies
Oh, but no one listens any more
In the rooms the women come and go
Talking on the mobile phones
And the television talks about the war
About the war and the
Television talks about the war
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Readable chord sheet for Before The Eyes Of Storytelling Girls by Anaïs Mitchell
[Am] [Dm] [F] [Am] [C] [G] [F] [Am]I could tell you stories like the [Dm]government tells lies [Am]Oh but no one listens any [F]more In the [Am]rooms the women come and go [Dm]Talking on the mobile phones and the [C]television [G]talks about th[F]e war [Am]When I was a baby there was [Dm]Laughter in my house and my [Am]Daddy smoked domestic c[F]igarettes [Am]Thursday nights on the radio [Dm]Live in concert, live from C[C]airo [G]Mother of [F]Egypt [Am]Mama, m[G]ama [F]Be wit[G]h me With the mu[F]sic in your b[Am]reast In your gl[F]ittering evening[Am] dress And the wh[F]ite flag in your [C]fist trem[G]bling [Am] [Dm] [F] [Am] [C] [G] [F] [Am]I could tell you stories like the [Dm]past was dead and gone [Am]I know nothing changes in this w[F]orld [Am]Every day the muezzin calls [Dm]Sun comes up and Baghdad f[C]alls Before the[G] eyes of storytelling[F] girls [Am]She was just a p[Dm]oor man's daughter [C]Going down into [G]the sultan's b[F]ed [Am]He was desert, [Dm]she was a water And h[C]e remembered e[G]very word she[F] said [F]She said and I say [Am]Grandma, G[G]randma [F]Be wi[G]th me In your t[F]ragic wedding gown[Am] With your [F]long hair hang[Am]ing down And the st[F]ories tumbling o[C]ut Tumbl[G]ing [Am] [Dm] [F] [Am] [C] [G] [F] [Am]I could tell you stories like the [Dm]government tells lies [Am]Oh, but no one listens any[F] more In the [Am]rooms the women come and go [Dm]Talking on the mobile phones And the t[C]elevision talks [G]about the war [F] About the war and the [Am]Television t[G]alks about the[Am] war