Gethsemane
Richard ThompsonVersion1
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Among the headstones you played as boys
Crypts and tombs like a roomful of toys
Just up the river from the smoke and the noise, Gethsemane
And theres war-whoops and secret signs in the trees
Estuary smells coming up on the breeze
O perfect endless days like these, O Gethsemane
Sailboat on the Cadie, pushbike on the quay
In your eyes theres fire, in your hand destiny
O be something, be something fine!
Just down the river, into the noise and the smoke
Being daring with the staring, uncaring folk
Who laugh with you, laugh at you, youll never get the joke Gethsemane
And they broke your spirit there in the marines
Flushed your head down in the latrines
Frozen in your sacrement, derailed in your teens never saw the enemy
And those bosses betrayed, soon let you go
The fire in your eyes, how could they know
O be something, be something fine!
Now youve got your own boys, hell bent for leather
Dead before theyre 18, or bitter old men forever
They never saw the halo moon rise over the river of Gethsemane
Now theres a pain in your head puts lead in your shoes
Better get it seen to, its going to be bad news
How did the perfect world get so confused, O Gethsemane
Who sucked out the freedom, days without end
Under the weight of it all you must bend
O be something, be something fine!
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Readable chord sheet for Gethsemane by Richard Thompson
[D]Among the headstones [F]you [C]played as boys[G] [D] Crypts and tombs [F]like a [C]roomful of toys[G] [D] Just up the river [F]from the [C]smoke and the nois[G]e, [D]Gethsem[F]an[C]e [G] [D] And theres war-whoops [F]and [C]secret signs in the tree[G]s [D] Estuary smells [F]coming [C]up on the breez[G]e [D] O perfect [F]endless [C]days like these, [G]O G[D]ethsema[F]ne[C] [G] [Bb]Sailboat on the Cadie, [C]pushbike on the quay In your [Dm]eyes theres fire, in your [Gm]hand destiny O [F]be something, [Bb]be something [D]fine! Just down the river, into the noise and the smoke Being daring with the staring, uncaring folk Who laugh with you, laugh at you, youll never get the joke Gethsemane And they broke your spirit there in the marines Flushed your head down in the latrines Frozen in your sacrement, derailed in your teens never saw the enemy And those bosses betrayed, soon let you go The fire in your eyes, how could they know O be something, be something fine! Now youve got your own boys, hell bent for leather Dead before theyre 18, or bitter old men forever They never saw the halo moon rise over the river of Gethsemane Now theres a pain in your head puts lead in your shoes Better get it seen to, its going to be bad news How did the perfect world get so confused, O Gethsemane Who sucked out the freedom, days without end Under the weight of it all you must bend O be something, be something fine!