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From: RSambu@aol.com
Date: Thu, 11 Jan 1996 23:35:28 -0500
Subject: /b/bevis_frond/london_stone.crd


London Stone
by The Bevis Frond

from London Stone Woronzow WOO 18CD 1992


Em D C D
/ / / / / / / / [4x]

Em C G D Em C Bm
Fare thee well, old city, these changes no one needs,
Em C G D Em C B5 A5 G F5
Your office blocks stand empty, whose walls reflect our greed.
Em C G D Em C Bm
We swept away your markets, we lost the Walbrook pipes,
Em C Bm D
We build on open spaces
Em C B5 A5 G F5
We spit upon your lives.
C G Bm C G Bm
Oh God Bless Rainham Marshes, to fight the bricks and steel
C G Am Em
A pox on those whose profit sees them
Bm C D Em D C D
Pouring concrete spew where once were fields,
Em D C
Once were fields.

Em D C Em D C
Once were fields.


Still in quiet corners the dead are sleeping sound,
Behind the broken hoardings, yours for just one pound.
They`ll move the bones discreetly, and stack the gravestones well,
And once a year you`ll earn the right to see your father`s consecrated hell,
Consecrated Hell
Consecrated Hell

The air is getting thinner, the cars are slowing down,
The dogs are going hungry, I love my fair hometown
My heart is hanging heavy, don`t leave me on my own,
`Cos when I die, I`ll need a friend
To carve my name and dates in London Stone,
London Stone.

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tabbed by Rick Sambuco, lyrics through Keith Hill

From: RSambu@aol.com
Date: Thu, 11 Jan 1996 23:35:28 -0500
Subject: /b/bevis_frond/london_stone.crd


London Stone
by The Bevis Frond

from London Stone Woronzow WOO 18CD 1992


Em D C D
/ / / / / / / / [4x]

Em C G D Em C Bm
Fare thee well, old city, these changes no one needs,
Em C G D Em C B5 A5 G F5
Your office blocks stand empty, whose walls reflect our greed.
Em C G D Em C Bm
We swept away your markets, we lost the Walbrook pipes,
Em C Bm D
We build on open spaces
Em C B5 A5 G F5
We spit upon your lives.
C G Bm C G Bm
Oh God Bless Rainham Marshes, to fight the bricks and steel
C G Am Em
A pox on those whose profit sees them
Bm C D Em D C D
Pouring concrete spew where once were fields,
Em D C
Once were fields.

Em D C Em D C
Once were fields.


Still in quiet corners the dead are sleeping sound,
Behind the broken hoardings, yours for just one pound.
They`ll move the bones discreetly, and stack the gravestones well,
And once a year you`ll earn the right to see your father`s consecrated hell,
Consecrated Hell
Consecrated Hell

The air is getting thinner, the cars are slowing down,
The dogs are going hungry, I love my fair hometown
My heart is hanging heavy, don`t leave me on my own,
`Cos when I die, I`ll need a friend
To carve my name and dates in London Stone,
London Stone.

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-----

tabbed by Rick Sambuco, lyrics through Keith Hill

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