Internal Exile
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Chords in this song
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D-DU-UDU
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EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE
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I saw a blue umbrella in Princes Street Gardens,
Heading out west for the Lothian Road.
An Evening News stuffed deep in his pocket,
Wrapped up in his problems, to keep away the cold.
Grierson's spirit haunts the dockyards,
Where the only men working are on documentary crews,
Shooting film as the lines get longer,
As the seams run out, all the oil runs dry.
(Chorus)
Hey there laddie, Internal Exile! When will you realise, we got to let go?
Hey there lassie, Internal Exile! When will you realise, we got to let go?
Starlings wheeling round Georgian spire,
And the fires of Grangemouth burn the skies
A lion sleeps in a tenemant close,
In a country that's tired and deaf to his roar.
(Chorus)
Same chords, just picked:
They bury a wasteland deep in the wildernes,
Poison the soil and reap the harvest,
of blind indifference, greed and apathy,
Sowed way back in our history.
The fish are few and the harbours are empty,
The kells now rot on our oil slicked shores.
The sheep are gone, the farms deserted,
We're out of sight and we're out of mind.
(Chorus)
Like our fathers before us, We've eyes for america,
Dream of a new life on foreign shores.
But wherever we go, we'll always know
that the land we stand on, is never our own.
(Chorus)
We gotta go now, ....
(Faster part)
(REAL FAST)
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Readable chord sheet for Internal Exile by Fish
[G] [C] [B] [A] EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE |||||| |||||| |||||| |||||| 320033 x32010 x20010 x02220 |||||| |||||| |||||| |||||| [G] I [G]saw a blue umb[C]rella in P[G]rinces Street Gardens, He[C]ading out [B]west for th[A]e Loth[G]ian Road. An[G] Evening News [C]stuffed de[G]ep in his pocket, Wr[C]apped up in [B]his problem[A]s, to keep a[G]way the cold. Gr[G]ierson's spi[C]rit haunt[G]s the dockyards, Wh[C]ere the on[B]ly men working a[A]re on document[G]ary crews, Sh[G]ooting film as [C]the lines[G] get longer, As[C] the seams [B]run out, al[A]l the oil r[G]uns dry. (Chorus) He[G]y there ladd[C]ie, Int[G]ernal Exile[G]! When will you realis[A]e, we go[G]t to let go? He[G]y there lass[C]ie, Int[G]ernal Exile[G]! When will you re[A]alise, w[G]e got to let go? [G] [C] [G] [G] [A] [G] St[G]arlings wheelin[C]g round[G] Georgian spire, An[C]d the fires[B] of Grangemouth bu[A]rn the skie[G]s A [G]lion sleeps i[C]n a teneman[G]t close, In[C] a country th[B]at's tired [A]and deaf[G] to his roar. (Chorus) Same chords, just picked: Th[G]ey bury a wastel[C]and deep i[G]n the wildernes, Po[C]ison the [B]soil and re[A]ap the harv[G]est, of[G] blind indifferen[C]ce, gre[G]ed and apathy, So[C]wed way back[B] in our h[A]istory. [G] Th[G]e fish are few [C]and the har[G]bours are empty, Th[C]e kells now rot [B]on our oil sl[A]icked shores. [G] Th[G]e sheep are go[C]ne, th[G]e farms deserted, We[C]'re out of sigh[B]t and we're out o[A]f mind. [G] (Chorus) Li[G]ke our fathers before[C] us, We've[G] eyes for america, Dr[C]eam of a new life[B] on for[A]eign s[G]hores. Bu[G]t wherever we go[C], we'll a[G]lways know th[C]at the land [B]we stand o[A]n, is never [G]our own. (Chorus) We gotta go now, .... (Faster part) [G] [C] [B] [G] [C] [B] (REAL FAST) [G] [C] [G] [A] [G]