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Date: Sun, 26 Apr 1998 15:03:07 -0500
From: "Daniel J. Engel"
<dengel@gustavus.edu>
Subject: c/cohn_marc/olana.crd
Title: Olana
Artist: Marc Cohn
Album: Burning the Daze, track 7
Intro/Fill
--octave of melody line sounds nice :-)
--easier with two acoustic guitars
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v1
They say my final masterpiece
Was this house on the hill
High above the great and mighty river
My hand could not hold the brushes
Yes, I guess I lost my will
And you can't keep painting paradise forever
Oh forever
(Fill)
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v2
>From the Andes to Niagara
To where we stand today
I drew the great creations of my Master
'til the oil and the canvas
Lord, I threw them all away
And traded them for stone and brick and plaster
I traded them all for you
__This part is sung in conjunction with the fill:__
Winter wind blows and the river lies frozen at my feet
(I traded them all for you)
Springtime come and the river wanna run above the street
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v3
She came to me one night
While I was tossing in my dreams
She said she'd give my family protection
I recall the night I died
Beneath her arches and her beams
I thanked her for the shelter and direction
I was lost until Olana
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Sun beat down on a summertime town; he left me here
(I was lost until Olana)
Watching these hills turning gold for one more year
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Oh, I've been from Jerusalem to Rome
Now I'm floating through these rooms tonight alone
And looking back on everything
All I ever wanted was a home
__This part is sung in conjunction with the fill:__
I was lost until Olana
How sweet the sound
How sweet the sound
N.
C.
They say my final masterpiece
Was this house upon a hill
Tabbed by:
Dan Engel
Gustavus Adolphus College
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