Oils

From luko@informatik.uni-rostock.de (Kai Lukoschek)

Subject: Arctic world - OILS

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Arctic World - OILS



|: E A  E A  E A  E B :|



E                 A                  E   A

I don't want to grow anything in my heart



(same chords)

I don't want to write all these things in the sand



I don't wish to listen and not understand



I don't want to tramp up the footpath of stars

 B                       C#m A

don't want to be an advocate

 B                      C#m B7b9

don't want to be a monument





 E    C#m F#  D#m       E             F#     A         (intro)

There is nothing that grows in your arctic world







I don't want to breathe that Smithsonian air



I don' want to listen when they toll the bell



'cos I can't take another industrial feast



on the ground, on my back, out there



I want to meet the president



of a country without sense





There is nothing that grows in his arctic world



there is nothing that grows in your arctic world



there is nothing that grows in this arctic world