Thea Gilmore — Cutteslowe Walls

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[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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  Anna died in the '80s
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In a one room flat on a dead end street
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  Another mark in the spaces
          F             G              Am
Where the bones and the spirit and the numbers meet

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  She was 3 years old when they built them
F      G           Am
9 feet tall and an iron crown
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  Her brother's friend laid the foundations
               F            G             Am
'Cause there's nothing like money keeps a poor boy down


[Refrain]
F           G    Em     F
  Her daddy flew   in 19 40
F          G          Em       F
  Didn't remember his voice at all
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  But she recalled all kinds of trouble
       F             G             Am
If she played in the shadow of the Cutteslowe Walls


[Interlude]
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[Verse 2]
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  She talked about when the kid from 15
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Climbed to get a look at the other side
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  heard the snap of his ankle
    F             G       Am
And all he got to see was brick and sky


[Refrain]
F              G  Em               F
  When he grew up    he worked the night shift
F                 G               Em    F
  Patching up the drunks from the music halls
F               G    Em           F
  He raised his kids   in Plowman   Tower
F              G              Am
Built from the shadow of the Cutteslowe Walls


[Bridge]
G                           F
  Hoist the clay upon their shoulder
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  The sweat of every working   man
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  Raised a wall they can't get over
F                 G       Am
Not like blood or money can


[Interlude]
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[Verse 3]
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  They took them down in the '50s
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Brick by brick 'til the road was clear
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  All the kids who walked to school
            F         G              Am
Said it's a whole lot quicker to get out of here

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  At 6 o'clock in the morning
          F             G             Am
There's a song from the wheels of the passing cars
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  To every ghost treads the tarmac
F                 G           Am
Trying to make it on but they never get far


[Refrain]
F                 G    Em        F
  Where there's a line    at the food bank
F                       G           Em          F
  Where they're handing soup to the boys on the floor
F                G    Em             F
  Where sleeping bags   are blocking doorways
F                G             Am
  You'll see the shadow of the Cutteslowe Walls


[Refrain]
F                 G    Em        F
  Where there's a line    at the food bank
F                       G           Em          F
  Where they're handing soup to the boys on the floor
F                G    Em             F
  Where sleeping bags   are blocking doorways
F                G             Am
  You'll see the shadow of the Cutteslowe Walls


[Outro]
F                G             Am
  You'll see the shadow of the Cutteslowe Walls
F            G             Am
Look for the shadow of the Cutteslowe Walls
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