Fitzcarraldo
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D-DU-UDU
Here, back, down a long and straight track
I have chose the long road -
That leads me to god knows
So I can't stop right now
Even the good stars can fall from grace and falter
Lose their faith and slide
But I can't get an ocean that's deep enough
for my day
It's the first of the ascension
It's a sad way we've flown before the storm
And her last words were 'I'm always thinking of you'
In my golden days I was a slave
Well now it's time for to sound your voice
And capture what your after
My ship was sold right up the river
But I'm not going
down here
This journey isn't over
It's a long way to the house of Fitzcarraldo
And her last words were 'I'm always thinking of you'
In my golden days I was a saint
Even the good stars can fall from grace and falter
Like lapdogs that stride that mystery
And her last words were 'I'll see you down in history
It's the only way that we can go
I shall eclipse you
It's a long way to Fitzcarraldo
And I don't want to pray for you
In the name of something true
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Readable chord sheet for Fitzcarraldo by Frames
[F#m] [D] [Dsus2] [D] [D] [F#m]Here, back, down a long and[D] straight track I have chose the [F#m]long road - That leads me to [D]god knows So I can't stop right [F#m]now [F#m] [D] Even the [F#m]good stars can fall from grace and[D] falter Lose their faith and [F#m]slide But I can't get an [D]ocean that's deep enough for [A]my [Bm]day It's the [C#m]first of the ascen[D]sion It's a [A]sad [Bm]way we've[C#m] flown before the[D] storm And her [A]last [Bm]words were 'I'm [C#m]always thinking of [D]you' In my [A]gol[Bm]den [F#m]days I [D]was a[F#m] slave [F#m] [D] Well now it's [F#m]time for to sound your voice And [D]capture what your after [F#m]My ship was sold right up the [D]river But I'm not going [A]down [Bm]here This [C#m]journey isn't o[D]ver It's a [A]long [Bm]way to the [C#m]house of Fitzcarral[D]do And her [A]last [Bm]words were 'I'm [C#m]always thinking of [D]you' In my [A]gol[Bm]den [C#m]days I [D]was a [F#m]saint [F#m] [D] Even the [A]good [Bm]stars can [C#m]fall from grace and [D]falter Like lapdogs that stride that mystery And her [A]last [Bm]words were 'I'll [C#m]see you down in histo[D]ry It's the [A]on[Bm]ly [C#m]way that [D]we can [F#m]go I shall eclipse you [F#m] [D] It's a long way to Fitzcarraldo And I don't want to pray for you In the name of something true