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— S H E T O O K A L O N G C O L D L O O K —
Words and Music By Roger (A)cid Barrett
Transcribed by FISH
A D
She took a long cold look at me
D A
And smiled and gazed all over my arm
A D
She loves to see me get down to ground
D A
She hasn’t time just to be with me
A D
Her face between all she means to be
D A
To be extreme, just to be extreme
A D
A broken pier on the wavy sea
D A
She wonders why for all she wants to see…
G
But I got up and I stomped around
E E7
And hid the piece where the trees touch the ground…
(Then, to imitate Syd trying to play while turning his lyric
Sheet, just
Strike the A and the low E about 467823823 times…)
A D
The end of truth that lay out the time
D A
Spent lazing here on a painting green
A D
A mile or more in a foreign clime
D A
To see farther inside of me.
A D
And looking high up into the sky
D A
I breathe as the water streams over me…
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Any comments/corrections/suggestions/other syd’s/anything are VERY
Welcome…