Tom: D minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Ah, you see,
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he loved sound.
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He was addicted to noise.
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And so he set out making this machine,
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He'd previously made a machine
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One that measured
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Be it an an t, the passing wind
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Or the flap of a butterfly's wing
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But this machine would be greater
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So much greater than that
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Because this machine would mean
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And a man could ac tually hear,
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just like a bat
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Making noises never heard before,
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to within man's audible range
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Ah, think of the sounds you'd hear,
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so sumptuous,
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yet so strange
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After months of making,
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his machine was almost ready
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Just a tinkle here, a tinkle there,
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Said he to himself as he laughed,
clapped at what he'd done
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Should test it now, he thought,
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or just wait for the morning sun
But the excitement pulsed
through every vein
Idea to hear a drop of rain
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And almost sent this man insane
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The machine he's making
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is positively ground -breaking
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The machine he's making
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So he put on the headphones,
switched on the machine,
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where he heard nothing for a while
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then heard this very strange scream,
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see it wasn't a scream of agony,
pain or dismay,
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it was more a scream of surprise
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and he'll remember it to this day,
it was like,
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ringing through his ears
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and when he looked around to
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at first he couldn't see it
but there was a woman opposite,
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doing something in her garden,
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and when he saw she's cutting roses
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his heart began to harden
oh brother that's sandy came again
he screamed stop
is this spill filled
as he legged it down the lane
he said each time you cut a rose
i can hear you scream
you can come to my house
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and hear on my machine
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well she was a prim proper lady
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and her hair was neatly permed
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my thoughts had been confirmed
So she turned her back, walked away,
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didn't listen to his cries
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Was just left with this memory
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of madness in his eyes
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But what a breakthrough he'd made,
beyond his dreams
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If this sound came from the roses,
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what sound would come from the trees?
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It's the first thing the next morning
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And he's up with the birds and the bees
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And he drags his ma chine to the park
And puts it down amongst the trees
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In his right hand he's got a black box
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And his left, an axe
As he checks the machine
just one more time
Before he starts to wax
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Picks an arrow, pulls his armband
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and cuts deep into the tree
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Bang! The tree was cut deep
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and his ears begin to ring
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With a sound unlike the roses,
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unlike any he'd ever hear
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Not pain, not anger, nor surprise,
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just force ripped through his ear
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It was like, ooooh,
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ringing through his head
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It was the sort of sound that said more
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than any word that could be said
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headphones from his skull
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and ran off to his home to call a friend who'd understand his plea,
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a doctor with a PhD.
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disgruntled and being woken.
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Doc, it's Bob, you must come round.
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Joy in his voice, broken.
Are you injured?
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Is there an emergency?
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No, Doc, I've just had a breakthrough.
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My machine in a tree.
Don't you know it's 6am?
And you're a bigger fool than I thought
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if you think I'll get out of bed again.
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But out of bed he got with
eyes half shut,
went to find his friend
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still dark nearby to crowd check.
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Then the shake is making
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It's been positive all night,
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Then the shake is making
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This is the story
Bob's explained to Doc the
situation
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They're standing in the park
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Doc's about to test the cre ation
Doc's got the headphones
on Bob's got the axe
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He checks the machine just
one more time
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before he starts the wax
Speed cuts so deep this
time tree starts to bleed sap
Do you hear it scream?
What do you think of the ladder?
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I heard something, but I can't tell
what the sound came from
the tree
sure whether it's a roar,
Dog, you don't understand,
you gotta give this tree a time
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There's panic in Bob's face,
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welled up like tears in mine
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Okay, the dog replied,
bearing in mind it's not yet
seven o 'clock
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Left Bob inside his head,
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reeling from the shot inside Bob's head
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His thoughts had begun to
become unstable
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As he starts to think,
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What food can I have on my table?
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See, apples are alright if they
choose to fall,
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or onions that choose to rise
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But potatoes or carrots
are being pulled from the ground
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s fallen naturally
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Of apples, pears, chestnuts,
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eggs, hazelnuts and seeds and gener
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ally he lived a pretty happy life.
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I mean admittedly he was ill -fated
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for how long he could survive,
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but the moral of the story is
that things do fall,
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apples and pears and the like,
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and this can be a reminder to us all
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that when we choose a life
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the world provides us with
all the things we need
And sustenance can come
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Without us ripping it from the trees.
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