[Intro] Bb7 Dm C Bb7 Bb7/A F Bb7 Dm C Bb7 Bb7/A F [Verse 1] Bb7 Agatha and I go Dm Down to the courtyard slinging C Bb7 Bb7/A F Last year's Sundays in the riv - er of time Bb7 Agatha and I go Dm Down to the citadel Sunday C Bb7 Bb7/A F Red church bells and the moon on the rise Bb7 If you were to tell her Dm The days are numbered C Bb7 Bb7/A F I'd break the teeth in your fake ass smile Bb7 Maybe in a rare wind Dm Maybe in a month of Sundays C Bb7 Bb7/A F Maybe in a war I would still read the wrong signs Bb7 But I don't mind it Dm Being in the darkness baby C Bb7 Bb7/A F To be by your side I would walk the Nile twice Bb7 Days of lantana Dm Each saint with a cross and a hammer C Bb7 Bb7/A F Radiation of the Cheren-kov kind Bb7 So we go walking Dm Birds at the window talking C Bb7 Bb7/A F Jubilations in the faint June shine [Interlude] Bb7 Am Bb7 Am Bb7 Am Bb7 Am [Verse 2] Bb7 Agatha and I go Dm Down to the citadel winnin' C Bb7 Bb7/A F Things that graciously came to mind Bb7 Gathering the day in Dm Some make arrangements C Bb7 Bb7/A F Some know the way and they just walk a straight line - well Bb7 Curly's a baker's boy Dm Living for the harvest nights C Bb7 Bb7/A F Turns to me, says something like "The world only turns twice: Bb7 Once for the laughter Dm Once for the memories after C Bb7 Bb7/A F All the rest is just kicking through the weather and the fines" Bb7 So we go dancing Dm Twist turns and all things fancy C Bb7 Bb7/A F "I blame the baker boy," that's what I had on my mind Bb7 You in the here now Dm Me in the far bar C Bb7 Bb7/A F I'd wait forever if they gave me enough time Bb7 Outside walking Dm Birds at the window talking C Bb7 Bb7/A F Iterations of the faint June shine [Outro] (repeat to fade) Bb7 Am
[Intro]
Trois beaux oiseaux du Paradis
Mon ami
[Verse 1]
Agatha and I go
Down to the courtyard slinging
Last year's Sundays in the river of time
Agatha and I go
Down to the citadel Sunday
Red church bells and the moon on the rise
If you were to tell her
The days are numbered
I'd break the teeth in your fake ass smile
Maybe in a rare wind
Maybe in a month of Sundays
Maybe in a war I would still read the wrong signs
But I don't mind it
Being in the darkness baby
To be by your side
I would walk the Nile twice
Days of lantana
Each saint with a cross and a hammer
Radiation of the Cherenkov kind
So we go walking
Birds at the window talking
Jubilations in the faint June shine
[Verse 2]
Agatha and I go
Down to the citadel winning
Things that graciously came to mind
Gathering the day in
Some make arrangements
Some know the way and they just walk a straight line
Well, Curly's a baker's boy
Living for the harvest nights
Turns to me and says something like
"The world only turns twice
Once for the laughter
Once for the memories after
All the rest is just kicking through the weather and the fines"
So we go dancing
Twist turns and all things fancy
"I blame the baker boy", that's what I had on my mind
You in the here now
Me in the far bar
I'd wait forever if they gave me enough time
Outside walking
Birds at the window talking
Iterations of the faint June shine
[Outro]
Trois beaux oiseaux du Paradis
Mon ami z-il est à la guerre
Trois beaux oiseaux du Paradis
Trois beaux oiseaux du Paradis
Mon ami z-il est à la guerre
Trois beaux oiseaux du Paradis
Trois beaux oiseaux du Paradis
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Trois beaux oiseaux du Paradis
Mon ami z-il est à la guerre
Trois beaux oiseaux du Paradis
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