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Eyeless In Holloway by Johnny Flynn
Eyeless In Holloway
Tuning:E A D G B E
Capo:no capo
[Intro]
Em C G D x4
G G D Em D C
[Verse 1]
G
There's a man at hand
G
There's a way between
G
With the sinking sand
G
And a crooked dream
D Em
And collared off at the modern age of nine
D C
Summoned off for walking down the line
[Chorus]
Em D G
They lost eyes in old city streets
Em D G D
Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek
[Verse 2]
G
Filled his boots
G
And he tipped his cap
G
And a root-de-toot
G
With the boss and that
D Em
And told a girl of the summer by the sea
D C
Said to her would you like to go with me
[Verse 3]
G
Wind is turned
G
And the conker drops
G
And the signals change
G
And the hard to soft
D Em
And in with changes, always out with time
D C
Nothing left but walking down the line
[Chorus]
Em D G
They lost eyes in old city streets
Em D G D
Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek
[Verse 4]
G
Drag your loose nest through the den
G
And I come out less with sporting wear
D Em
More to fit than you'd be feeling now
D C
She is 'when' that he is always 'how'
[Verse 5]
G
Then her sweetness and his sweeter scented
G
And her fury's swimming till the fury's mended
D Em
And lost in all might be to lost in time
D C
What joy the dots might be to walk the line
[Outro]
Em C G D x4
N.C.
They lost eyes in old city streets
N.C.
Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek
N.C.
They lost eyes in old city streets
N.C.
Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek
N.C.
They lost eyes in old city streets
N.C. D D Em Em C C G G D
Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek
D Em Em C C G
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version 2
Capo:no capo
G
There's a man at hand
Em
There's a way between
G
With the sinking sand
Em
And a crooked dream
Am D Em
And collared off at the modern age of nine
Am D Em
Summoned up for walking down the line
Em D G
They lost eyes in old city streets
Em D G D
Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek
Filled his boots
And he tipped his cap
And a root-de-toot
With the boss and that
And told a girl of the summer by the sea
Said to her would you like to go with me
Wind is turned
And a conker drops
And the signals changes
And the hard to soft
In with changes, always out with time
Nothing left but walking down the line
They lost eyes in old city streets
Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek
Drag your loose nest through the den
And I come out less with sporting wear
Mould to fit than you'd be feeling now
She is "when" and he is always "how"
Then her sweetness and his sweeter scented
And her fury's swimming til the fury's mended
And lost in all might be to lost in time
What join the dots might be to walk the line
They lost eyes in old city streets
Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek
They lost eyes in old city streets
Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek
They lost eyes in old city streets
Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek
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