North Atlantic Wind by the Fatima Mansions

From the Fatima Mansions’ 1992 Valhalla Avenue album. Written by Cathal Coughlan. Capo on 1st fret.

High Llamas - Snowbug

INTRO

[Gdim] [Bbmaj7] (x2)

VERSE 1

He [Gdim] sits in the light of the [Bbmaj7] carousel
With his [Gdim] children running ’round his [Bbmaj7] knees
While the [Gdim] wind howls down through the [Bbmaj7] fishing boat mast
The lights [Dmaj7] sway and the [A6] barkers [Ab] freeze

VERSE 2

Well, his [Gdim] clothes are ragged and his [Bbmaj7] smile is bright
And the [Gdim] world he’s in is only [Bbmaj7] his
So let no [Gdim] fool come up and look at [Bbmaj7] him and say
[Dmaj7] “How’d you get to [A6] be like [Ab] this?
Not even [Dmaj7] thirty yet and [A6] you’re like [Ab] this!”

CHORUS

[A] North At [Am7b5] lantic [F#m] wind
Will [A] warp our [Am7b5] resting [F#m] veins
It will dis [E] solve you [E7] final [A] ly
And [E7] naked you’ll di [F#m] [Bm] e
Un [E7] der the black sk [F#m] [Bm] y
[E7] Lost and a [F#m] [Bm] lone [E7]

INTERLUDE

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Note: Sorry .. you’re on your own.

VERSE 3

In the [Gdim] all-night party at the [Bbmaj7] chemical plant
[Gdim] Everybody’s feeling [Bbmaj7] grand
The [Gdim] Irish peasants haven’t had [Bbmaj7] this much fun
Since their [Dmaj7] ancestors [A6] fled the [Ab] land

VERSE 4

A [Gdim] man with a hammer smashes [Bbmaj7] down a wall
And [Gdim] everybody shouts “Hoo [Bbmaj7] ray!”
And the [Gdim] virgins get taken in the [Bbmaj7] shower stalls
Where the [Dmaj7] cyanide comes [A6] up the [Ab] drains
Don’t call an [Dmaj7] ambulance if [A6] you can’t [Ab] pay

CHORUS 2

[A] North At [Am7b5] lantic [F#m] wind
Will [A] warp our [Am7b5] resting [F#m] veins
It’ll [E] put you back [E7] down in your [A] place
And take that [E] arrogant [E7] look off your [A] face

CHORUS 3

[A] North At [Am7b5] lantic [F#m] wind
Will [A] cut through [Am7b5] bone and [F#m] brain
Oh, be [E] glad that you can [E7] still feel [A] pain

Because [E7] naked you’ll di [Bm] e, [E7] under the black [Bm] sky, [E7] lost and a [Bm] lone [E7]

Note: At the end is this odd, ugly little sax solo. I choose to disregard it.