The God of Soldiers

Distant Mountains (key of C)    

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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