(verse 1)
C D F
The cause is Ozymandian
C D F
The map of Sapokanikan
C G
Is sanded and bevelled
Bb F
The land lorn and levelled
Am D# Dm D#
By some unrecorded and powerful hand
(verse 2)
C D F
Which plays along the monument
C D F
And drums upon a plastic bag
C G Bb F
The brave-men-and-women-so-dear-to-God-
Am D# Dm D#
And-famous-to-all-of-the-ages rag
Bb Gm D# Bb
Sang: Do you love me?
Bb Gm D# Bb
Will you remember?
Bb Gm D# Bb
The snow falls above me
Bb Gm D# Bb
The renderer renders:
F D# Gm
The event is in the hand of God
(verse 3)
C D F
Beneath a patch of grass, her
C D F
Bones the old Dutch master hid
C G
While elsewhere Tobias
Bb F
And the angel disguise
Am D# Dm D#
What the scholars surmise was a mother and kid
(verse 4)
C D F
Interred with other daughters
C D F
In dirt in other potters' fields
C G
Above them, parades
Bb F
Mark the passing of days
Am D# Dm D#
Through parks where pale colonnades arch in marble and steel
Bb Gm D# Bb
Where all of the twenty-thousand attending your footfall
Bb Gm D# Bb
And the causes they died for are lost in the idling bird calls
Bb Gm
And the records they left are cryptic at best
D# Bb
Lost in obsolescence
Bb Gm
The text will not yield, nor x-ray reveal
D# Bb
With any fluorescence
F D# Gm G#
Where the hand of the master begins and ends
Bb Gm D# Bb
I fell, I tried to do well but I won't be
Bb Gm D# Bb
Will you tell the one that I love to remember and hold me
Bb Gm D# Bb
I call and call for the doctor
Bb Gm D# Bb
But the snow swallows me whole with ol' Florry Walker
F D# Gm
And the event lives only in print
(Outro)
C#
He said:
Bb
"It's alright"
C
And "It's all over now"
Am Dm
And boarded the plane
Bb
His belt unfastened
C Am Dm
The boy was known to show unusual daring
Bb
And, called a "boy"
C Am Dm
This alderman, confounding Tammany Hall
Bb C Am Dm
In whose employ King Tamanend himself preceeded Johnâ??s fall
Bb
So we all raise a standard
C Am Dm
To which the wise and honest soul may repair
Bb
To which a hunter
C Am Dm
A hundred years from now, may look and despair
Bb
And see with wonder
C Am Dm
The tributes we have left to rust in the parks
Bb
Swearing that our hair stood on end
C Am Dm
To see John Purroy Mitchel depart
Bb C Am Dm
For the Western front where our work might count
Bb C Am Dm
O mercy! O God!
Bb C Am Dm
Go out, await the hunter to decipher the stone
Bb C Am Dm Bb C Am Dm Bb C Am Dm
And what lies under the city is gone
Bb C Am Dm
Look and despair
Bb C Am Dm
Look and despair
Bb C Am Dm (Fade out)