• Song:

    Isabel

  • Artist:

    Frank Turner

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Isabel BY Frank Turner from Poetry of The Deed

intro
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   B (Em) B (Em)
So now the years are rolling by, and it?s not long since you and I

           G#m                    E  Gb  B
could have been train drivers and astronauts

   B (Em) B (Em)
And now we?re stuck in furnished ruts, but yet the thing that really cuts

           G#m                E  Gb  B (Em)
is that we can?t remember how we got caught

  B (Em)  B (Em)
Filtered air,computer screens, muffled sighs and might-have-beens ?

           G#m                          E     Gb  B (Em)
count your blessings, then breathe, and count to ten

  B (Em)  B (Em)
And though it doesn?t often show, we are scared because we know

           G#m                   E  Gb   G#m
our forefathers were farmers and fishermen

G#m               Eb                E          Gb    
            G#m
       And so the world has changed, worse or better?s hard to tell,

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but my hope remains    within the arms of Isabel


   B (Em) B (Em)
So now our calloused hands once told a story honest as it?s old

          G#m       E  Gb    B
of sowing seeds and setting sail.

   B (Em) B (Em)
But now our hands are soft and weak and working seven days a week

            G#m                     E     Gb  G#m
at these salvation schemes that are bound to fail

back to chorus


   C#m                            Bm       Gb
   And I?ll admit that I am scared of what I don?t understand.

C#                                Bm        Gb
    But darling, if you?re there, gentle voice and soothing hands

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   Eb                      E
    to quiet my despair,    to shore up all my plans,      darling, if you?re there...

G#m              Eb                 E     Gb         
        G#m
      And so the world has changed,  and I must change as well

    Eb                  E         Gb             G#m
The machines we?ve made   will damn us into hell

        Eb            E      Gb                     G#m
And the time will come when all must save themselves.

       Eb          E        Gb
I will save my soul in the arms of Isabel

outro  B (Em)  G#m  E  Gb
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