Wrapped In Grey
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
Some folks see the world as a stone
Con crete daubed in dull mono tone
Your heart is the big box of paints
And others, the canvas we're dealt
Your heart is the big box of paints
How coloured the flowers all smelled
As they huddled there, in petalled prayer
They told me this, as I knelt there
Awaken you dreamers, adrift in your beds
Balloons and streamers decorate the inside of your heads
Please let some out, Do it today
But don't let the loveless ones sell you a world wrapped in grey
Some folks pull this life like a weight
Drab and dragging dreams made of slate
Your heart is the big box of paints
And others, the canvas we're dealt
Your heart is the big box of paints
Just think how the old masters felt! They called
Awaken you dreamers, asleep at your desks
Parrots and lemurs, populate your unconscious grotesques
Please let some out, Do it today,
Don't let the loveless ones sell you a world wrapped in grey
And in the very least you can stand up naked and grin!
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Readable chord sheet for Wrapped In Grey by XTC
[Gm]Som[Eb]e [Fsus4]folks [C#] s[Gm]ee [Eb] t[Fsus4]he [C#] wo[Gm]rld[Eb] as a [Fsus4] [C#] sto[Dm7]ne [Gm]Con[Eb] [Fsus4]crete [C#] d[Gm]aub[Eb]ed i[Fsus4]n [C#] du[Gm]ll [Eb] mono[Fsus4] [C#] ton[Dm7]e [Eb]You[C]r heart is the [F/D]big box of paints And [Gm]oth[C#]ers, the can[F/D]vas we're dealt [Eb]You[C]r heart is the [F/D]big box of paints How [Gm]col[C#]oured the fl[F/D]owers all smelled As they [Eb]hud[C#]dled there, in pet[Eb]alled prayer [Eb]The[B]y told me [Eb]thi[Bb]s, as [A]I knelt [F]there [Gm] [Eb] [Fsus4] [C#] [F#] [G] [G/f#] [G/E] [Eb] Awaken you dreamers, adrift in your beds [G] [G/f#] [G/E] [Eb] Balloons and streamers decorate the inside of your heads Please [D]let some out, [D/E]Do it today But [D/F#]don't let the loveless ones sell you a world wrapped in [Gm]gre[Eb]y [Gm] [Eb] [Fsus4] [C#] [Gm] [Eb] [Fsus4] [C#] [D] Some folks pull this life like a weight Drab and dragging dreams made of slate Your heart is the big box of paints And others, the canvas we're dealt Your heart is the big box of paints Just think how the old masters felt! They called Awaken you dreamers, asleep at your desks Parrots and lemurs, populate your unconscious grotesques Please let some out, Do it today, Don't let the loveless ones sell you a world wrapped in grey And in the [F#]ver[Eb]y least you can s[Ab]tan[F]d up naked and [Bb]gri[F#]n!