Lauren Oconnell - The Pilot
Misc. Unsigned BandsVersion1
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It was early spring above Lyon
The lights like prayers all scattered and thrown
And whipping by your ears
To something bigger
Past deadly aims from the Krauts' elite
The wife at home with a rosary
A heavenly voice
A crosshair to a trigger
Didn't know what he told those stories for
About the only blind pilot in the second great war
And when he reached the end, he'd say "that man was me"
He claimed that he was guided by
A Kamikaze man who never wanted to die
So he sought redemption as a ghost in a righteous ear
Can you hear, can you hear, can you hear, it's loud and clear
I dare not speak of the hand of God
But he took more fire than a lightning rod
And escaped unscathed
Just readymade for battle
His fate was sealed with medals and fame
But at 4 o'clock lurked a foe untamed
And his comrade spoke
As the engine began to rattle
My friend you fly alone tonight
For I'm being called by a great white light
One that's far too pure for living eyes
But he claimed he saw that light as well
As clear as a gun, and as sharp as a bell
And he crashed real soft in a field north of Bordeaux
Going home, going home, going home, don't send me home
(Inst. Bridge:)
He stumbled out with his broken soul
And he broke his leg in a rabbit hole
That snuck up quick
On idle eyes and a heavy heart
They found him there after three long days
A farmer was tending to a bail of hay
And the pilot cried
'Cos he was afraid of the dark
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Readable chord sheet for Lauren Oconnell - The Pilot by Misc. Unsigned Bands
[F] [Am] [C] [Em] [F] [Am] [C] [Em] [F] [Am] [C] [C] [G] [G] [C]It was early spring above Lyon [Em]The lights like prayers all scattered and thrown [Am]And whipping by your ears [C]To something bigger [C]Past deadly aims from the Krauts' elite [Em]The wife at home with a rosary [Am]A heavenly voice [C]A [C/B]crosshair to a trigger [F]Di[Am]dn'[C]t [Em]know what he told those stories for [F]Ab[Am]out[C] t[Em]he only blind pilot in the second great war [F]An[Am]d w[C]he[C]n [G]he[G] reached the end, he'd say "that man was me" [F]He[Am] cl[C]ai[Em]med that he was guided by [F]A [Am]Kam[C]ik[Em]aze man who never wanted to die [F]So[Am] he[C] s[C]ou[G]gh[G]t redemption as a ghost in a righteous ear [Am]Can[F] y[G]ou[C] hear, can you hear, can you hear, it's loud and clear [C] I dare not speak of the hand of God But he took more fire than a lightning rod And escaped unscathed Just readymade for battle His fate was sealed with medals and fame But at 4 o'clock lurked a foe untamed And his comrade spoke As the engine began to rattle My friend you fly alone tonight For I'm being called by a great white light One that's far too pure for living eyes But he claimed he saw that light as well As clear as a gun, and as sharp as a bell And he crashed real soft in a field north of Bordeaux Going home, going home, going home, don't send me home (Inst. Bridge:) [F] [Am] [C] [Em] [F] [Am] [C] [Em] [F] [Am] [C] [C] [G] [G] [F] [Am] [C] [Em] [F] [Am] [C] [Em] [F] [Am] [C] [C] [G] [G] He stumbled out with his broken soul And he broke his leg in a rabbit hole That snuck up quick On idle eyes and a heavy heart They found him there after three long days A farmer was tending to a bail of hay And the pilot cried 'Cos he was afraid of the dark |--x |--1 |--o |--o |--2 |--x