Date: Tue, 13 Jan 1998 09:37:29 +0100
From: Tilman Heckel <heckel@interactiv.de>
Subject: CRD: f/fischer_z/the_writer

The Writer (Fischer Z)

Album: Red Skies Over Paradise


Dm C G A

Dm        C           G     A
The other side of the room 
Dm       C           G      A
an empty bottle lies broken
Dm     C         G     A
Purple faces are sure, 
Dm            C         G        A
of snow white sheets to soak in

His clothes are spread around, 
they smell of perspiration
A half eaten meal 
attracts the flies attention

A
Do I Do I Do I Do I Hear the man's cries
Do I Do I Do I Do I Look in his eyes 
Do I Do I Do I Do I Care if he dies
Do I Do I Do I Do I Do I?

Dm           C                  G        A
Take a paper towel and place it over his head
Dm         C              G          A
Phone up reception and report him as dead
Dm          C             G          A
Open up the window and expose him to light
Dm          C                A                Dm      C G
Push it all away from me ... No that can't be right ...
A       Dm      C   G  A
Ri High hight ...

A continental breeze 
has set the blinds in motion
Brings just a hint of change 
from the Atlantic Ocean

The ancient church bell rings. 
Defies the march of progress
The senoritas said 
you were too young to notice

Do I Do I Do I Do I ...

Take a paper towel...
-- 
Transcript by Tilman Heckel <heckel@interactiv.de>