New Albion 1

	  		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.