Synchronicity 2Cifra de Teclado

A          C#m7          D       D# 
Another suburban family morning. 

A            C#m7             D    D# 
Grandmother screaming at the wall. 
  
A           C#m7            D          D# 
We have to shout above the din of our Rice Crispies  

A              C#m7        D   D# 
We can't hear anything at all.  

A                  Bm7/11     B7/11           Bm7/11  
Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration, 
  
A                    Bm7/11       B7/11     Bm7/11 
But we know all her suicides are fake.  

F/A        Dm6             F/A      Dm6 
Daddy only stares into the distance 
  
         F/A          Dm6              E 
There's only so much more that he can take. 

  
Esus4       F7          G6                    F7 
Many miles away something crawls from the slime 

        E             E         E 
At the bottom of a dark Scottish lake.  


A          C#m7          D       D# 
Another industrial ugly morning  

A                    C#m7           D   D# 
The factory belches filth into the sky. 
  
A           C#m7                 D            D# 
He walks unhindered through the picket lines today, 
  
A           C#m7            D    Dsus2 
He doesn't think to wonder why.  


A                Bm7/11              B7/11            Bm7/11 
The secretaries pout and preen like cheap tarts in a red light street,  

A                Bm7/11          B7/11     Bm7/11 
But all he ever thinks to do is watch. 
  
     F/A          Dm6                 F/A             Dm6 
And every single meeting with his so-called superior  

        F/A       Dm6                 E 
Is a humiliating kick in the crotch.  


Esus4       F7          G6                    F7 
Many miles away something crawls to the surface  

      E E         E 
Of a dark Scottish lake.  

'Yeee-ooo-ooo' 

A          C#m7          D       D# 
Another working day has ended. 

A          C#m7          D       D#  
Only the rush hour hell to face. 
  
A          C#m7          D       D# 
Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes. 
  
A           C#m7            D    Dsus2 
Contestants in a suicidal race.  


 F/A        Dm6             F/A      Dm6 
Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance,  

     F/A                   Dm6              E 
He knows that something somewhere has to break. 

    Dm7             Dm6        Dm7            Dm6  
He sees the family home now looming in the headlights, 

    Dm7                 Dm6                 D-E  D-E 
The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache.  


Esus4       F7          G6                 F7 
Many miles away there's a shadow on the door  
  
      E             E  
Of a cottage on the shore  

      E E         E   E  E  E  E E  E E  E+11  
Of a dark Scottish lake