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by Harriet Alana, Brash 'Zine issue #2

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Alia O'Brien of Blood Ceremony (2011)
by Harriet Alana, Brash 'Zine issue #2
Hey Aqualung! This other image is posted near a fire extinguisher.
Confessing to the endless sin
With endless whining sounds
You'll be praying 'til next Thursday
To all the gods that you can count
Jethro Tull - My God
Welcome to the Family by Avenged Sevenfold
A A A A G F F G A
Hey kid, do I have your a-tten-tion?
A C A G G A G F
I know the way you've been liv-ing
F F E D F F F E D
Life's so reck-less, tra-ge-dy end-less
A A G G F E D
Wel-come to the fa-mil-y
A A G F G A
Hey, there's some-thing miss-ing
A A C A G G A G F
On-ly time will al-ter your vi-sion
F F F E D A A A G F
Ne-ver in ques-tion, le-thal in-jec-tion
A A G G F E D
Wel-come to the fam-il-y
D E F G F E D E D E D E D A
Not long a-go you found the an-swers were so cry-stal clear
D E F G F E D E D E D E F G A
With-in a day you found your-self liv-ing in con-stant fe-ar
D D D D D E F
Can you look at your-self now
E E E E F G
Can you look at your-self
A G F E D
You can't win this fight
A A A D D D D C A A G
And in a way it seems there's no one to call
A G F F F D D D C C C C#
When our thoughts are so numb and our feel-ings un-sure
A D E F E D C A
We all have emp-ti-ness in-side
A Bb A G A G F We all have an-swers to find
A G F E D You can't win this fight
A A G F G A Hey, I have to ques-tion
A C A G G A G F What's with the vio-lent a-ggres-sion
F F E D A A A G F De-tail's blur-ry, lost em' too earl-y
A A G G F E D Wel-come to the fam-il-y
A A G F G A Hey, why won't you lis-ten?
A C A G G A G F Can't help the peo-ple you're miss-in'
F F E D A A A G F It's been done, a ca-su-alty re-run
A A G G F E D Wel-come to the fam-il-y
D E F G F E D E D E D E D A I'll try to help you with the things that can't be just-i-fied
D E F G F E D E D E D E F G A I need to warn you that there is no way to ra-tion-ali-ze
D D D D D D E F So have you fi-gured it out now?
A A A A A A A So have you fi-gured it out?
A G F E D You can't win this fight
A A A D D D D C A A G
And in a way it seems there's no one to call
A G F F F D D D C C C C#
When our thoughts are so numb and our feel-ings un-sure
A D E F E D C A
We all have emp-ti-ness in-side
A Bb A G A G F We all have an-swers to find
A G F E D You can't win this fight
(This part I can't find a nice way to play it on flute that has the same essence and feel to what the song gives with the raspy whisper voice, so for now I'm just gonna leave it out until I think of a better way to incorporate this bit of the song into flute) Gunnin' for you And all man kind I've lost my mind Psychotic, rapid dementia I won't be fine
D E F G Bb A F C D I see, you're a king whose been de-throned
D E F G Bb A F G D C Bb Cast out in a world you've ne-ver kn-o-wn
D E F G Bb A F C C D Stand down, place your wea-pons by your si-de
C D E E F G Bb A C A G F G A G F D It's our w-ar, in the end we'll sure-ly lose but that al-right
D D D D D E F Have you fi-gured it out now?
A A A A A A A So have you fig-ured it out?
A A A D D D D C A A G
And in a way it seems there's no one to call
A G F F F D D D C C C C#
When our thoughts are so numb and our feel-ings un-sure
A D E F E D C A
We all have emp-ti-ness in-side
A Bb A G A G F We all have an-swers to find
A G F E D You can't win this fight
(Dido as before, idk how to make this sound pretty) x2 Deep inside where nothings fine I lost my mind You're not invited So step aside I lost my
The Marshall Tucker Band - “Can't You See” (Live)
The flute rock spirits are now summoned! Watch and listen the new video from Queen Crescent, for their brand new song "Zodiacal Woman".
Jethro Tull - Dark Ages
The big jet rumbles over runway miles that scar the patchwork green Where slick tycoons and rich buffoons have opened up the seam Of golden nights and champagne flights, ad-man overkill And in the haze, consumer crazed, we take the sugar pill