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Intro: Gm Eb C D
Gm
Several hundred years before, a gambler and a monk embarked
Eb
On a long trek through the endless prairies of the North;
C
They had a fierce debate about God and chance and fate,
D
And to resolve it agreed a game of cards indeed be played.
Gm
The game went on all day, and through the next and next they played,
Eb
And around them a shelter was built to shield the rain,
C
A street around the shelter formed, then a church, a house, a bar,
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And that is how the city of New Albion was born.
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That is how the city of New Albion was born.
Interlude: Gm Eb C D
Gm
New Albion today, With bustling streets, machines, cafes
Eb
And the nice, the wise, the eccentric and insane
C
The Mafia?s run by a red haired dwarf with just one eye
D
Whose affairs he decides with a pair of silver dice
Gm
Over the Zeppelin Union Pilots, a castrati boss presides
Eb
And we hear his song each afternoon as he flies by
C
There?s prisons made of lead, and gargoyles of iron shreds
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And Annabelle McAlistair who?s raising up the dead
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Annabelle McAlistair who?s raising up the dead
Interlude: Gm Eb C D
Gm
The Lodge on Ashland Street is where the Alchemists Guild meets
Eb
And to join you have to craft a glass pearl from a young girl?s dream
C
A group of thieves they heard, broke in the lodge to steal the pearls
D
But in the morning they were found there sitting staring unperturbed
Gm
The twilight fog they say, an aphrodisiac contains
Eb
Nonsense, but yet they copulate in doorways anyway
C
There?s inventors and inbred in upper class it?s been said
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And Annabelle McAlistair who?s raising up the dead.
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Annabelle McAlistair who?s raising up the dead.
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Clever little Annabella with her clever head.
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Oh, Annabelle McAlistair who?s raising up the dead.
Written by Paul Shapera