Golden Hours by Brian Eno

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From gary@mc.com Sun Apr 27 11:29:04 1997
Date: Wed, 23 Apr 97 09:45:31 EDT
From: Gary Von Colln 
To: guitar@olga.net
Subject: CRD: Golden Hours

GOLDEN HOURS
Brian Eno, from album Another Green Word
Music transcribed by Gary Von Colln

C - Em - C - Em - D - G - (2x)

               C                       Em
The passage of time is flicking dimly upon the screen.
                C                             Em
I can't see the lines I used to think I could read between.
D                                G
Perhaps my brains have turned to sand.

         C                        Em
Oh me oh my I think it's been an eternity.
            C                       Em
You'd be suprised at my degree of uncertainty
D               G
How can moments go so slow

        C                           Em
Several times I've seen the evening slide away.
             C                          Em
Watching the signs taking over from the fading day.
D                     G
Perhaps my brains are old and scrambled.

Solo

        C                           Em
Several times I've seen the evening slide away.
             C                          Em
Watching the signs taking over from the fading day.
D                   G
Changing water into wine.

        C                           Em
Several times I've seen the evening slide away
             C                          Em
Watching the signs taking over from the fading day.
D                          G
Putting grapes back on the vine.


Background words for last two verses:

Who would believe what a poor set of eyes can show you.
Who would believe what an innocent voice could do
Never a silence always a face at the door.

Who would believe what a poor set of ears can tell you.
Who would believe what a weak pair of hands can do.
Never a silence always a foot in the door.

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