Radio

(início)

[Intro]: G7
G7
The clowns are running the circus/the show is run of the mill.
                                            C
They’ve picked all the berries that grew on Blueberry Hill.
G7
The shameless and the appalling/have sunk things to a new low,
                                  C
What has become of the world that we used to know?
[Chorus]:
        F       G      C                   F        G      C
Did I dream it? What I mean is, I could’ve swore it had a soul,
             F        G         Am                    G7
Mhmm I could hear it, sat right near it/ Back when my whole world..
              C
…was the radio
G7
Time was when people could move you/with just a voice and a song.
                                        C
I wish all those hacks would go back to where they belong
G7
The daydream had to make way for/the nightmare that was to be,
                                    C
Where grace and beauty are hung and buried at sea.
[Chorus]:
        F       G      C                   F        G      C
Did I dream it? What I mean is, I could’ve swore it had a soul,
             F        G         Am                    G7
Mhmm I could hear it, sat right near it/ Back when my whole world …
              C
…was the radio
[Middle 8]:
    Em                               Am7
And even though the writing’s on the wall (wall)
     Em                              Am7
It's through rose-coloured glasses I recall (recall)
     D          C      B        A
That golden age of the ordinary day...
 G7  G7 C
[Chorus]:
        F       G      C                   F        G       C
Did I dream it? What I mean is, I could’ve swore it had a soul,
             F         G        Am                    G7
Mhmm I could hear it, sat right near it/ Back when my whole world …
               C
…was the radio, whoa-oh-oh-oh.
G7
The clowns are running the circus/the show is run of the mill
                                         C
They picked all the berries that grew on Blueberry Hill.