Marchoisi

Marchoisi

(E) Was it the altitude?
Or were we (F#m) waiting for the aliens
(A) Flying with our brand new wings
(F#m) Heading to the (B7) star from whence we (E) came

Was it the altitude?
Or was I sitting on an owl's head
Watching a sacred black winged condor
That was called by a Keeper of a lake

I was in a foul mood
Freezing, sitting, throwing cow pies on
A fire while 19 women sneezed and snored
And made me want to run away

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Transfor(B)mation has it's twists and turns
The (A) humor of it (E) all
The (B) stories from this mountain
Make you (A) weep and make you (E) howl
(B) Change in life seems serious
And of (A) change I'll never (E) tire
But (F#m) humor comes from the one above us
(A)14,000 feet above the
(F#m) sea.Of change this (B7) mountain story (E) tells

Was it my attitude
Or was I mad as flipping hell
Being pushed and finding places
Where I was not comfortable at all

I'm at new altitude
Frequency higher than when I climbed
Change keeps coming all the time
There's higher mountains that I still want to scale

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