Wild Eyed Boy From Freecloud

e: Wed, 29 Apr 1998 17:15:10 -0700 (PDT) From: toomey Subject: b/bowie_david/wild-eyed_boy_from_freecloud.crd I picked this one out on piano. It's kind of tough to do the descending baseline with a guitar, but it sounds really cool. From Space Oddity, or Man of Words, Man of Music. FYI: D/C#: X40232 D/C: X30232 D/B: X20232 Bb6: X13333 A#dim:X12023 or XX2323, I prefer the former. E7sus:020200 DDDDBCEE7us D D/C# D/C D/B Bb6 Solemn faced the village settles down, undetected by the stones A A#dim And the hangman plays the mandolin before he goes to D D/C# D/C D/B Bb6 Sleep, and the last thing on his mind A A#dim is the wild-eyed boy imprisoned 'neath the D D/C# D/C D/B Bb6 covered wooden shaft, folds the rope into it's bag. A A#dim Blows his pipe of smolders, blankets D D/C# D/C D/B Bb6 smoke into the room, and the day will end for some. C G F E7sus As the night begins for one. (Chords the same until they pick up again) Staring through the message in his eyes lies a solitary son from the mountain called the freecloud where the eagle dare not fly, and the patience in his sigh gives no indication for the townsmen to decide, so the village dreadful groans Pronouncing gross diversion as the label for the dog. Ooo it's the madness in his eyes C G As he breaks the night to cry D D/D/C D/B Bb6 Its really me, really you and really me A A#dim It's so hard for us to really D D/D/C D/B Bb6 be, Really you, really me, A A#dim You'll lose me though I'm always really D D/C/B free. C C7 And the mountain moved it's eyes to the world and realized Bb Ab C E7sus E7 Where the snow had saved a place for the wild-eyed boy from free cloud (Same chords) And the village dreadful cried as the moat began to rise For the smile stayed on the face of the wild-eyed boy from freecloud. G C And the women once proud clutched the heart of the crowd G C as the boulders smashed down from the mountains hand. Am C And the magic in the stare of the wild-eyed boy said Am C E7sus E7 "Stop Free Cloud, they won't think to cut me down, no, no, no!" F C F C But the cottages fell like a playing card hell Bb F C and the tears on the face of the wise boy F C F C came trembling down to the rumbling ground Bb F C and the missionary mystic of peace/love D D/C# D/C Bb6 Stumbled back to cry among the clouds A A#sus D D/C# C Kicking back the pebbles from the Free Cloud mountain's track. toomey@sos.net for requests, comments.