Simon & Garfunkel A Poem On The Underground Wall

Tom: D (com acordes na forma de G ) Capostraste na 7ª casa From: "Kean,John" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ >From "Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme". Transcribed and tabbed by John Kean . Capo 7th fret. 2/4 time (mostly). , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . Mmm mmm mmm Mmm mmm mmm The , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . last train is nearly due The underground is closing soon And , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . in the dark deserted station Restless in anticipation A , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . man waits in the shadows , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . His restless eyes leap and scratch At , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . all that they can touch or catch And hidden deep within his pocket , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . Safe within its silent socket He holds a colored crayon , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . Now , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . from the tunnel's stony womb The carriage rides to meet the groom And , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . opens wide its welcome doors But he hesitates then withdraws , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . Deeper in the shadows , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . And the , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . train is gone suddenly On , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . wheels spinning silently Like a 3/4 . . . , . . . , . . .2/4, . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . gently tapping litany And he , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . holds his crayon rosary Tighter in his , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . hand Now , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . from his pocket quick he flashes The crayon on the wall he slashes , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . Deep upon the advertising, A single worded poem comprising , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . Four letters And his , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . heart is laughing screaming pounding The poem across the tracks rebounding , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . Shadowed by the exit light His legs take their ascending flight To , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . seek the breast of darkness and be suckled by the night , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . . , . . .