m: "Sune Larsen" 
Subject: c/cast/sandstorm.crd
Date: Sun, 08 Mar 1998 03:26:57 PST



"Sandstorm" by Cast
from the album "All change"
Words and music by John Power
Transcribed by Sune Larsen "kongen_sune@hotmail.com"       Denmark

The song is very simple. You use the same 4 chords all the time.

Intro: 	F#	A	E	B    (x2)


               F#             A
I've got a sandstorm blowin' in my head,
E                                             B
I'm seein' many colours but the only one
                                        F#
That's comming through is red,
            A                        E
And it's stoppin' me dead tryin' to make some tracks
            B                            F#	A
But my feet are feelin' like a lead,
        E      B        F#          A      			E	B
Stop being blead, stop being blead


F#	A
Oh, my things aren't the same,
E			    B
Anyone could see that if I stayed much longer,
          F#
I'd be tamed.
A
We stopped playing games.
E                                     B
F#             A
I'm not pointing fingers but I'm not gonna take the blame.
            E       B        F#                 A       			E	B
Playin' all your games, taking all your blames.


          F#        A
I said oh no, I don't even care,
   E
I guess I'll be seein' you,
   B                                 F#
I guess I'll be leaving you today,
A
We're just not a pair,
E                                              B
F#
I know you've been trying but I just can't bear to tell a lie'
A              E               B
Stop tellin' me all your lies

F#		   A         			E	B
Stop tellin' me all your lies

F#	A	E	B (x5)


F#       A                      E
Let me take you by the hand,
B                  F#     A                 E
Try to understand, walk me to a land,
B                      F#
Try to understand,
        A     E          B
But I ain't nothing but a man.

               F#            A
I've got a sandstorm blowin' in my head,
A                                            B
Im seein' many colours but the only one
                                        F#
That's comming through is red,

       A                                E
You know how we feel, we can't go on pretending,
B                                        F#
And we've jut got to fix the deal,
A       E         B
Gotta make it real
F#                A   			E	B
Gotta make it real

B     B    B
Bab bab bab...

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