Distant Mountains (key of C)
G-Em-G-Em-G-Em-G-Em-C-Am-C-Am- G-Em-G-Em
Well people are more distant than mountains to me
And life it ain't nothing but insanity
And love; oh love is the endless fountain
And loneliness is the name of life’s battleground mountain
And loneliness is the name of life’s battleground mountain
I’m lost in the trees and I’m reaching to see
So many things that I still want to be
There is streetlights a waving, rippling the wheat
We’re all alone & Machiavelli he’s still king
We’re all alone & Machiavelli he’s still king
Chorus
F-C-F-C-Dm-G-Dm-G (return c-f9-g
back to verse)
And all the world
And all the world
Does drink it’s woes with thee
Does drink it’s woes with me
So raise up your cup on the bark with the beam
For the sun fills her sails, the crow’s nest will buy your dream
I’m broken down in the heart of the Puget Sound
I lie next to nothing and Zeus, he bears the crown
I lie next to nothing and Zeus, he bears the crown
There’s a crazy man dancing with a loaded gun shoe
I don’t see any reason for your drone right out of the blue
Well I’ll take the boneyard with a view of the lake
Well I’m talking of God’s land and times lonely heartbreak
Well I’m talking of God’s land and times lonely heartbreak
And all the world
And all the world
Does drink it’s woes with thee
Does drink it’s woes with me
Swimming to a new place through roadways filled with mud
Soft silent admonishment from ghosts and mothers and drugs
I don’t even know why I’m even here for love
& it’s spread over all the earth with an opened velvet glove
& it’s spread over all the earth with an opened velvet glove
Cast your way right back into the heavenly stars
Away from the black and white avenue of bars
Spinning away across the heavens of time
And know thyself hiding in the songs endless rhyme
And know thyself hiding in the songs endless rhyme
And all the world
And all the world
Does drink it’s woes with thee
Does drink it’s woes with me
So empty out the sand that runs into the sea
The oil bird skeleton is screaming up at me
And I’m hiding out in the eye of the storm
I’m playing in the sound of the silent new born
I’m playing in the sound of the silent new born
There’s a ring for the bee wrapped up in a cloth
There’s a coal on a string and graveyards enough
I am waiting for the last place the old man can be
You know it’s not every day you’re offered a white horse in a tree
You know it’s not every day you’re offered a white horse in a tree
And all the world
And all the world
Does drink it’s woes with thee
Does drink it’s woes with thee