No Mans Land

No Man’s Land – Sufjan Stevens

The Avalanche

Chords by Robert Mosolgo

Capo VII

Intro (relative to capo)

C F C Am G C F C F C

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Verse:

C F Am (w/third fret on high e)

Up in the highest of heights

G C

O'Hara blinks and fights

G F C

This land is yours; this land is mine.

C F Am

I see the Captain in red,

G C

and Cairo at his head.

G F C

This land is yours; this land is mine.

The lightning over the park,

the waters--brash and dark

We take a swim; we take a swim.

I never meant to escape

the carpet and the trade

This land is yours; this land is mine.

And when I make up my mind

I change it all the time

I take it back; I take it back.

The numbers over the dam,

Jo Davies and the band,

I count them out; I count them out.

Chorus:

F Am G

There was a car in the bay

Am Em F

by the boat that swept and swayed

Am G

Whoever you are in the light

Am Em F

in the water that we made

G

I'm counting it out

Am

I'm counting it out

G F

I'm working it out inside

G

I'm counting it out

C

from the floor

The ferry hatches Moline

Panola Beauty Queen

She takes a bow; she takes a bow.

In Charles, we climb the hill

and Danville window sill

I take it back; I take it back.

My sister she counts the bars,

the Macon county cars,

She takes a bow; she takes a bow.

The Mississippi amends

the Carver and the bends

This land is yours; this land is mine.

My brother punches my ear.

The injured ivory deer

I call my dad; I call my dad.

We skip inside of the store

the Mason winter door

This land is yours; this land is mine.

There was a car in the bay

by the boat that swept and swayed

Whoever you are in the light

in the water that we made

I'm holding your hand by the shore

With our collars pulled up tight

I'm counting it out

I'm counting it out

I'm working it out inside

I'm counting it out

(This land is not your land

For the right hand takes what it can,

ransacks with the mad man.

For this land is not yours or mine to have.

This land was made for the good of itself.)