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Date: Sun, 25 Jun 1995 22:00:25 GMT
From: kenny@gil.net (Kenny Sahr)
Subject: CRD: The Sea Refuses No River - Pete Townshend



THE SEA REFUSES NO RIVER


VERSE I

I remember being richer than a king
Gm                                  F(A)

The minutes of the day were golden
Bb                                  F(A)

I recall that when the joint passed 'round
Gm                                         F(A)

My body felt a little colder
   Bb

Now I'm like a sewer channel
Ebmaj7  F(Eb)   Ebmaj7       F(Eb)

Running lime and scag
Ebmaj7  F(Eb)      Ebmaj7     F(Eb)

Let me get at the master panel
Ebmaj7  F(Eb)      Ebmaj7   F(Eb)

Let me at my stack
Bbmaj7         Fmaj7


CHORUS I

The Sea refuses no river
    G

And right now this river's banks are blown
Em                 D        C(add 2)  G

The Sea refuses no river
    C(G)

Whether stinking and rank
         Cmaj7

Or red from the tank
    Gmaj7

Whether pure as a spring
        Am

There's no damn thing stops this poem
        C                        D

The Sea refuses no river
    Am                    F(C)

And this river is homeward flowing
                           C(no 3rd) [repeat INTRO pattern]



Kenny, as far as those 'F(Eb)' chords go, I find that they're easiest
to play
by keeping your first finger on 'A' string, fret 6, and the little
finger as a
bar across strings 'B', 'G' & 'D', fret 10.  Bit of a stretch, but . .
.

I have seen a trace of strain, in others eyes not spoken.
I must admit that I enjoyed their pain, but this time it's me that's
broken.
I demand for you and his, thus must be the time, when we decide what
frredom is,
turn water into wine.

The sea refuses no river..
we're polluted now, but in our hearts still clean,
The sea refuses no river
We tried not to age, but time had its rage,
We're washed over stones, from babes into clones of the mean,
The sea refuses no river,
Won't deny this sulphorous stream.

There was a fool in a dressing robe, riding out the twilight hour,
Lonely and cold in an empty home, trying to assess his power,
But now he's like a stream in flood, swollen by the storm.
He doesn't care if he sheds his blood, let him be reborn!

The sea refuses no river, remember that when a beggar buys a round,
The sea refuses no river, when rain fills the gutters, no time for
stutters,
This is our chance to sing and to dance and to clown.
The sea refuses no river, and rivers were spring to drown.

The sea refuses no river, no pecking code respected for the damned.
The sea refuses no river, whether starving and ill,
Or strung on some pill, just cuz you own the land, there's no unique
Hand that plugs the damn.
The sea refuses no river, and the river is where I am..
The river is where I am


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