Wild-Eyed Boy From Freecloud

#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE--------------------------------# #This file is the author’s own work and represents their interpretation of the# #song. You may only use this file for private study scholarship or research.# #-----------------------------------------------------------------------------# Date: Wed 29 Apr 1998 17:15:10 -0700 (PDT) > Subject: b/bowie_david/wild-eyed_boy_from_freecloud.crd I picked this one out on piano.  It’s kind of tough to do the descending baseline with a guitar but it sounds really cool. >From Space Oddity or Man of Words Man of Music. FYI: D/C#: X40232 D/C:  X30232 D/B:  X20232 Bb6:  X13333 A#dim:X12023 or XX2323 I prefer the former. E7sus:020200   /  /  /            E7sus Solemn faced the village settles down undetected by the stars         A                 A#dim And the hangman plays the mandolin before he goes to Sleep and the last thing on his mind        A             A#dim     is the wild-eyed boy imprisoned ’neath the covered wooden shaft    folds the rope into it’s bag.   A                 A#dim Blows his pipe of smolders  blankets smoke into the room and the day will end for some. As the night begins for one.            (Chords the same until they pick up again) Staring through the message in his eyes lies a solitary son from the mountain called the freecloud where the eagle dare not fly and the patience in his sigh gives no indication for the townsmen to decide so the village dreadful groans Pronouncing gross diversion as the label for the dog.  Ooo it’s the madness in his eyes As he breaks the night to cry Its really me       really you and really me A                A#dim         It’s so hard for us to really be      Really you really me        A                  A#dim You’ll lose me though I’m always really free.                           And the mountain moved it’s eyes to the world and realized Where the snow had saved a place for the wild-eyed boy from free cloud (Same chords) And the village dreadful cried as the moat began to rise For the smile stayed on the face of the wild-eyed boy from freecloud. And the women once proud clutched the heart of the crowd as the boulders smashed down from the mountains hand. And the magic in the stare of the wild-eyed boy said "Stop Free Cloud they won’t think to cut me down no no no!" But the cottages fell like a playing card hell and the tears on the face of the wise boy came trembling down to the rumbling ground and the missionary mystic of peace/love Stumbled back to cry among the clouds        Kicking back the pebbles from the Free Cloud mountain’s track. for requests comments.