A Sunday In Madrid chords and lyrics - ROBERT WYATT

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[Verse 1]
[C]Pa[G]
[C]
[D]arr[G]ives in the city
of the closed doors,
Greeted by miners from Asturias.
His limousine streaks past giant
shiny moneyboxes,
Huddled together for warmth.
He is [C]deposited in his inner chamber.

[Interlude 1]
[C]

[Verse 2]
[G]Later, Pa meets the bear,
impersonates a tree
To confuse the hell's gates
dogs' sense of smell,
And rests for chess with no- one.
[C]Then (amongst the closed
doors) he shrinks,
Is dwarfed by rabbits, expands again
To invade the destiny of fourteen
mysterious others,
Strangely clad,
captured by a [G]camera,
Carefully arranged,
[D]with [G]a space for his image.
A plot [C]hatched [G]by fate.

[Verse 3]
[C]Pa looks for diversion in the written word,
Meanwhile, the mundane world
seeks solace in illusion.
An imprisoned rainbow gives
shelter to the homeless.
A painted machine registers
the [G]weight of mystery,
And for background interest
a kilometre of women
Queue to kiss a wooden foot, patiently.
The Queen had been.
But [C]no information,
in the city of the closed doors,
On Christian Spain.
[G]Elsewhere, bare buttocks wait their turn.
In vain. No guides available. All
busy in the Prado,
Followed by shuffling [D]feet. Fas
[G]cinated. Perhaps.

[Verse 4]
[C]Outside again in the mundane world,
In the city of the closed doors,
Living men impersonate sleeping saints,
On sundry raised surfaces,
(like benches).
[D]Art [G]objects seat
beadless (beneath coats).
Performance artists simulate
poverty and beg.
A day's begging pays the entrance fee
To the Cinema of Terror. A
[C]golden gas mask
Throw the torturers off the trail, amongst
The grazed walls of the city
of the closed doors.

[Verse 5]
[G]Pa escapes,
Samples the delights [D]of [G]raw fish,
good wine,
Closes the door of his inner chamber,
Closes the door of his inner chamber,

[Outro 1]
and sleeps.
[C]
[G]
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