David Bowie - After All
Album: The Man Who Sold the World (1970)
Transcribed by Jon Malmin (jogusmal@hotmail.com)
Tuning: Standard
Please trip them gently, they don't like to fall (Oh by jingo)
There's no room for anger, we're all very small (Oh by jingo)
We're painting our faces and dressing in thoughts from the skies,
From paradise
But they think that we're holding a secretive ball.
Won't someone invite them, they're just taller children
That's all
After all
Man is an obstacle, sad as the clown (Oh by jingo)
So hold on to nothing, and he won't let you down (Oh by jingo)
Some people are marching together and some on their own
Quite alone
Others are running, the smaller ones crawl
But some sit in silence, they're just older children
That's all
After all
Middle section: (x2)
I sing with impertinence, shading impermanent chords,
With my words
I've borrowed your time and I'm sorry I called
But the thought just occurred that we're nobody's children at all
After all
Live till your rebirth and do what you will (Oh by jingo)
Forget all I've said, please bear me no ill (Oh by jingo)
After all, after all ( , repeat until end)
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