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Painting Box Tab

by Incredible String Band


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			     Painting Box - Incredible String Band
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Tuning:standard

INTRO:
there are several guitars playing, but this is the main riff...
                                   
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When the morning of your eyes comes waking through my shadows
                             
Leaving just a trace of twilight sleep,
                                          
I whisper to the baby raindrops playing on my window,
                                                     
And tell them gently this is not the time that they should weep.

CHORUS:
                                  
For somewhere in my mind there is a painting box,
                            
I have every color there it's true.
                                
Just lately when I look inside my painting box,
                           
I seem to pick the colors of you.

                                                       
My Friday evening's foot-steps plodding dully through this black town,
                                    
Are far away now from the world that I'm in.
                                                            
My eyes are listening to some sounds that I think just might be springtime,
                                                
With daffo-dils between my toes I'm laughing at their whim,

CHORUS

                                                 
The purple sail above me catches all the strength of summer.
                             
Fishes stop and ask me where I am bound.
                                                
I smile and shake my head and say my little ship is sinking,
                                                           
But I kind of like the sea that I'm on, and I don't mind if I do drown.

CHORUS