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Something   a  bit  different  now  from what  I've  been posting ,Wrote  this  for  the band  as  a  loose  blues  jam that  we  can  improvise  over  Its a bit  of  a  funky  Hendrixesque  thing .

Evolution – Revolution
Graham Windle
©30/08/2014 all rights reserved

Bass walk up E to A through out
E7#9 funky Hendrix type rhythm

Sittin here waitin for some action
on my own cant get no reaction
don’t know why theres no satisfaction
might as well go join another faction

Chorus x2
Ad lib using these phrases

You cant see just what’s in store
you cant see the future
you cant see what’s in store
might be revolution
might be evolution

From the south there’s a warm wind blowin
in the north I bet that its snowing
in the mountains there’s a dark cloud growing
in the valley, rivers overflowing.

Chorus x2

Ad lib using these phrases

You cant see just what’s in store
you cant see the future
you cant see what’s in store
might be revolution
might be evolution

I keep on talkin but you don’t hear me
Tho my words all come out clearly
now and again you just say really
pay some attention then you can feel me

Chorus x2 solo and  ad lib

Any  one  having  problems  uploading  at  the  moment .I  have  found that  since  I  got  my  new  computer  (windows  8 )that I  had  to  use  the  old  uploader  on sound  cloud  which worked  fine ,however  this  week it  seems  to  have  disappeared  completely   and  while  the  new uploader    seems  to    do its  job  ie you  drag  and  drop  your  files  onto the  blank  page  it  shows  ,then it  tells   you  its  uploading  ,but  no  save  button appears   so  you  cant  complete  the  upload  at  the  end .
I've written to  sound  cloud  about  it ( n0 reply) and  gone  through  there  problem page  with  no success
Any  ideas  greatfully  received.

Ive  moved  this  to  here  now  I've  done  the  chords ,Dino  I've  sent  you  a  demo  by  email I'm quite  pleased  with  this  one  its  come  out  a little  different .
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Graham Windle
22 -08-2014 © all rights reserved …

Twenty first century expectations

C-  G          Am
Here we all are
           F                    G~
in the twenty first century,
C-G     Am              F                        G~
its not at all, like we thought it would be.
C -     G            Am
Been round the world,
F                        G~
had some experience,
C-     G         Am        F         G~
been back to uni and got a degree.

Chorus
F
Faces remembered,
                 Em
some best forgotten,
F
some that you wont,
                     Em
want to,  see again.
F
Memory’s of places,
                        Em
that you once dreamed about.
D                                                   G~
Memory’s of places you wont go again.

C - G            Am
Across the water,
F                    G~
people are crying,
C      G               Am           
they shout for your help,
F                     G~
in the dark of the night.
C      G          Am
Safe in your home,
F                        G~
an Englishman's castle.
C-    G           Am
No one can hurt you,
F                        G~
so you’ll be all right.

Chorus

C       G              Am
You could be a teacher,
F                    G~
in front of a classroom.
C    G            Am
Or maybe a baker
F                        G~
needing some bread.
C       G              Am
You could be a banker,
F                        G~
safe in some office.
C      G            Am
No! you are a mother,
F                        G~
collecting your dead.   

Chorus then verse 1

More poetry

Graham Windle
22 -08-2014 © all rights reserved …

Twenty first century expectations

Here we all are
in the twenty first century,
its not all, we thought it would be.
Been round the world,
had some experience,
been back to uni and got a degree.

Faces remembered,
some best forgotten,
some that you wont,
want to,  see again.
Memory’s of places,
that you once dreamed about.
Memory’s of places you wont go again.

Across the water,
people are crying,
they shout for your help,
in the dark of the night.
Safe in your home,
an Englishman's castle.
No one can hurt you,
so you’ll be all right.

You could be a teacher,
in front of a classroom.
Or maybe a baker
needing some bread.
You could be a banker,
safe in some plush office.
No! you are a mother,
collecting your dead.