David Bowie

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 D                D/C#            D/C       D/B           A#6
Solemn faced the village settles down, undetected by the stars
         A                 A#dim
And the hangman plays the mandolin before he goes to
D D/C# D/C     D/B               A#6
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            A#6
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              A#6
smoke into the room, and the day will end for some.
C       G               F   E7
As the night begins for one.

Staring through the message in his eyes
Lies a solitary son
From the mountain called 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 yawns
Pronouncing gross diversion
As the label for the dog
Oh, "It's the madness in his eyes"
As he breaks the night to cry:

        C                   G
As he breaks the night to cry
           D D/C# D/C       D/B            A#6
Its really me,       really you and really me
A                A#dim
It's so hard for us to really
D D/C# D/C      D/B         A#6
be,      Really you, really me,
        A                 A#dim
You'll lose me though I'm always really
  D D/C# D/C D/B C
free.

         C                               C7
And the mountain moved it's eyes to the world and realized
           A#               G#            C                   E7
Where the snow had saved a place for the wild-eyed boy from free cloud

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                            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
         A#           F           C
and the tears on the face of the wise boy
       F        C           F        C
came trembling down to the rumbling ground
        A#          F         C
and the missionary mystic of peace/love

  D               D/C#          D/C  D/B A#6
Stumbled back to cry among the clouds
 A                A#sin            D          D/C#        C
Kicking back the pebbles from the Free Cloud mountain's track.