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From: macon@gallifry.Berkeley.EDU (Glen Macon)
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Subject: music : ON THE BORDER
Keywords: (Al Stewart)
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Date: 23 Jul 92 13:20:31 GMT
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Title:				ON THE BORDER			(Al Stewart)

		F#m (244222@1)	The fishing boats go out across the evening water
		D (xx0232@1)	Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border
		Bm (x24432@1)	The winds whip up the waves so loud
		    A (x02220@1)               G (320003@1)	The ghost moon sails among the clouds
		    F#m (244222@1)            E (022100@1)         F#m (244222@1)	And turns the rifles into silver on the border

		F#m (244222@1)	On my wall the colours of the maps are running
		D (xx0232@1)	From Africa the winds they talk of changes coming
		Bm (x24432@1)	The torches flair up in the night
		    A (x02220@1)                G (320003@1)	The hand that sets the farms alight
		    F#m (244222@1)              E (022100@1)                  F#m (244222@1)	Has spread the word to those who're waiting on the border

		A (x02220@1)	In the vllage where I grew up
		Em (022000@1)	Nothing seems the same
		              D (xx0232@1)                              A (x02220@1)	But still you never see the change from day to day
		           D (xx0232@1)                      C# (x43121@1) C# (x43121@1)name="chord_x2444x@1">B A (x02220@1)name="chord_133111@4">G#m F#m (244222@1)name="chord_022100@1">E F#m (244222@1)	And no one notices the customs slip away

		F#m (244222@1)	Late last night the rain was knocking on my window
		D (xx0232@1)	I moved across the darkened room and in the lampglow
		Bm (x24432@1)	I thought I saw down in the street
		    A (x02220@1)           G (320003@1)	The spirit of the century
		F#m (244222@1)           E (022100@1)                F#m (244222@1)	Telling us that we're all standing on the border

		A (x02220@1)	In the islands where I grew up
		Em (022000@1)	Nothing seems the same
		              D (xx0232@1)                           A (x02220@1)	It's just the patterns that remain an empty shell
		              D (xx0232@1)                                 C# (x43121@1)	But there's astrangeness (x02210@1)in the air you feel too well

		C# (x43121@1)name="chord_x2444x@1">B A (x02220@1)name="chord_133111@4">G#m F#m (244222@1)name="chord_022100@1">E F#m (244222@1)		REPEAT 1st VERSE


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