No Man?s Land ? Sufjan Stevens
The Avalanche
Chords by Robert Mosolgo
Capo VII
Intro (relative to capo)
[C] [F] [C] [Am] [G] [C] [F] [C] [F] [C]
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Verse:
C F Am (w/third fret on high e)
Up in the highest of heights
O'H[G]ara blinks and [C]fights
This l[G]and is [F]yours; this l[C]and is mine.
[C]I see the [F]Captain in [Am]red,
[G]and Cairo at [C]his head.
This [G]land is yours; [F]this land is [C]mine.
The lightning over the park,
the waters--brash and dark
We take a swim; we take a swim.
I never meant to escape
the carpet and the trade
This land is yours; this land is mine.
And when I make up my mind
I change it all the time
I take it back; I take it back.
The numbers over the dam,
Jo Davies and the band,
I count them out; I count them out.
Chorus:
[F] There wa[Am]s a car in [G]the bay
by the [Am]boat that [Em]swept and [F]swayed
Whoever you [Am]are in the [G]light
in the [Am]water th[Em]at we [F]made
I'm counting it [G]out
I'm counting it [Am]out
I'm working it [G]out in[F]side
I'm counting it [G]out
from the fl[C]oor
The ferry hatches Moline
Panola Beauty Queen
She takes a bow; she takes a bow.
In Charles, we climb the hill
and Danville window sill
I take it back; I take it back.
My sister she counts the bars,
the Macon county cars,
She takes a bow; she takes a bow.
The Mississippi amends
the Carver and the bends
This land is yours; this land is mine.
My brother punches my ear.
The injured ivory deer
I call my dad; I call my dad.
We skip inside of the store
the Mason winter door
This land is yours; this land is mine.
There was a car in the bay
by the boat that swept and swayed
Whoever you are in the light
in the water that we made
I'm holding your hand by the shore
With our collars pulled up tight
I'm counting it out
I'm counting it out
I'm working it out inside
I'm counting it out
(This land is not your land
For the right hand takes what it can,
ransacks with the mad man.
For this land is not yours or mine to have.
This land was made for the good of itself.)
The Avalanche
Chords by Robert Mosolgo
Capo VII
Intro (relative to capo)
[C] [F] [C] [Am] [G] [C] [F] [C] [F] [C]
E-00-11-33-------------------------------------------|
B-11-11-11--11-33-55-11-55---------------------------|
G-----------22-44-55-22-00-22-00---------------------|
D--------------------------33-22---------------------|
A----------------------------------------------------|
E----------------------------------------------------|
Verse:
C F Am (w/third fret on high e)
Up in the highest of heights
O'H[G]ara blinks and [C]fights
This l[G]and is [F]yours; this l[C]and is mine.
[C]I see the [F]Captain in [Am]red,
[G]and Cairo at [C]his head.
This [G]land is yours; [F]this land is [C]mine.
The lightning over the park,
the waters--brash and dark
We take a swim; we take a swim.
I never meant to escape
the carpet and the trade
This land is yours; this land is mine.
And when I make up my mind
I change it all the time
I take it back; I take it back.
The numbers over the dam,
Jo Davies and the band,
I count them out; I count them out.
Chorus:
[F] There wa[Am]s a car in [G]the bay
by the [Am]boat that [Em]swept and [F]swayed
Whoever you [Am]are in the [G]light
in the [Am]water th[Em]at we [F]made
I'm counting it [G]out
I'm counting it [Am]out
I'm working it [G]out in[F]side
I'm counting it [G]out
from the fl[C]oor
The ferry hatches Moline
Panola Beauty Queen
She takes a bow; she takes a bow.
In Charles, we climb the hill
and Danville window sill
I take it back; I take it back.
My sister she counts the bars,
the Macon county cars,
She takes a bow; she takes a bow.
The Mississippi amends
the Carver and the bends
This land is yours; this land is mine.
My brother punches my ear.
The injured ivory deer
I call my dad; I call my dad.
We skip inside of the store
the Mason winter door
This land is yours; this land is mine.
There was a car in the bay
by the boat that swept and swayed
Whoever you are in the light
in the water that we made
I'm holding your hand by the shore
With our collars pulled up tight
I'm counting it out
I'm counting it out
I'm working it out inside
I'm counting it out
(This land is not your land
For the right hand takes what it can,
ransacks with the mad man.
For this land is not yours or mine to have.
This land was made for the good of itself.)
