Genesis - Heatwave

Bm  &  C#7  &  Bm  &  Em7  &

          B        E

     No cloud, a sleepy calm

      A                     F#m              G#m       B

     Sunbaked earth that's cooled by gentle breeze, and trees

  F#m                B          Bm               C#7

     With rustling leaves, only endless days without a care

   Bm                 Em7

     Nothing must be done





      B            E

     Silent, as a day can be

      A                F#m        G#m          B

     Far off sounds of others on their chosen run

  F#m         B              Bm                    C#7

     As they do, all those things they feel give a life some meaning

   Bm                 Em7

     Even if they're dull





           D                     Am           D             Am

     It's time to stop this dreaming, must rejoin the real world

     D              Am                    D         Am

     As revealed by orange lights and a smoky atmosphere



     C  &  Bb  &  F  &  Bb  &  D7  &  B  &  F#  &





          Ebm              B            Bbm                 C#

     The trees and I are shaken by, the same winds but whereas

           B                      Ebm

     The trees will lose their withered leaves

       Bbm                    G#m

     I just can't seem to let them loose

  Ebm                   B             Bbm               C#

     And they can't refresh me, those hot winds of the south

    B                  C#          B           C#

     Oh I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place









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    B                  E          A              F#m

     Now the light is fading fast, chances slip away

                 G#m         B  F#m                  B

     A time will come to pass,     when there'll be none

             Bm         C#7                  Bm                Em7

     Then addicted to a perfumed poison, betrayed by its aftertaste





        D                     Am           D            Am

     Oh we shall lose the wonder and find nothing in return

      D            Am                      D                 Am

     Many are the substitutes but they're powerless on their own



     C  &  Bb  &  F  &  Bb  &  D7  &  B  &  F#  &





  Ebm            B              Bbm              C#

     Beware the fisherman who's casting out his line

    B                  Ebm

     Into a dried up river bed

    B          Bbm                    G#m

     But don't try to tell him cos he won't believe you

  Ebm                         B                  Bbm          C#

     Throw some bread to the ducks instead, it's easier that way

    B               Ebm        Bbm          G#m

     I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place



  Ebm                      B            Bbm                 C#

     The trees and I are shaken by, the same winds but whereas

           B                      Ebm

     The trees will lose their withered leaves

       Bbm                    G#m

     I just can't seem to let them loose

  Ebm                   B             Bbm               C#

     And they can't refresh me, those hot winds of the south

    B               Ebm        Bbm          G#m

     I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place



      Ebm  &  B  &  Bbm  &  C#  &  B  &  Ebm  &  Bbm  &  G#m  &

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