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HISTORY OF US (Emily Saliers)
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[I'm sorry these chords aren't very helpful.  I'm not sure exactly
 what fingerings she uses, because I don't trust the songbook.]
["s" in a chord name is an abbreviation for "sus".]

Gmaj7    Gmaj7    D7/C - C(9)   C(9)    Gmaj7    Gmaj7    D7/C - C(9)   C(9)
[intro]

Gmaj7     Gmaj7          D7/C - C(9)   C(9)
  I went all the way to Paris
Gmaj7    Gmaj7     D7/C - C(9)   C(9)
  To forget your face
Am7           Bm7            C(9)            F#7
Captured in stained glass, young lives long since past
Bm           E7sus - E7    Am        D7sus - D7
  Statues of lovers        everyplace

Gmaj7     Gmaj7          D7/C - C(9)   C(9)
  I went all across the continent
Gmaj7    Gmaj7    D7/C - C(9)    C(9)
  To relieve this restless love
Am7       Bm7       C(9)      F#7
I walked through the ruins, icons of glory
  Bm            E7s - E7      Am        D7sus - D7
Smashed by the bombs    from above

            Gsus  G              F/G          F/G
So we must love     while these moments are still called
   Cmaj7     Cmaj7        Cm9  Cm9
today;  Take part in the pain     of this passion
  Bm   Bm              E7sus      E7   Am7  Am7       D7sus     D7
play;  Stretching our youth as we must, until we are ashes to dust
       Am7  Am7  D7sus  D7    Em(9)  Em    Em(9)  Em
Until time makes history  of us

Jeu de Paume's full of faces, knowing peace, knowing strife
Leisure and toil, still it's canvas and oil; there's just no medium for life
In the midst of the rubble, I felt a sense of rebirth
In a dusty cathedral, the living god called, and I prayed for my life here
   on Earth

So we must love while these moments are still called today
Take part in the pain of this passion play
Stretching our youth as we must, until we are ashes to dust
Until time makes history of us

Am7   Am7     Bm7   Bm7     Am7   Am7     D7sus   D7
[instrumental]

There are mountains in Switzerland, knowing peace, knowing strife
From my hotel room, watching the half-moon bleeding its life like a lamb
And the town is illumined; its tiny figures are fast asleep
And it dawns on me, the time is upon me to return to the flock I must keep

So we must love while these moments are still called today
Take part in the pain of this passion play
Stretching our youth as we must, until we are ashes to dust
Until time makes history of us

Em(9)   Em      Em(9)   Em      Em(9).
[instrumental]



- Adam Schneider, schn0170@maroon.tc.umn.edu