Michael Chapman Mick Ronson Paul Buckmaster Aviator Rabbit Hills Pre Bowie Elton John Gus Dudgeon

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Published Dec 12, 2016

Disclaimer - I do not own the copyright to any songs, music or pictures in this video. Not for use of profit. http://www.amazon.com/Fully-Qualified-Survivor-Michael-Chapman/dp/B004HIQWU8

Credits
Bass -- Rick Kemp
Drums, Congas -- Barry Morgan
Engineer -- Tom Allom
Guitar -- Mick Ronson
Producer, Scraper -- Gus Dudgeon
Vocals, Guitar, Piano, Written-By, Design -- Michael Chapman (2)
Cello & String Arrangements -- Paul Buckmaster

Gnomic songwriter from Leeds teams up with David Bowie's future guitarist (Mick Ronson), and Elton John's future producer (Gus Dudgeon) and string arranger (Paul Buckmaster) to record Fully Qualified Survivor in August 1969 (released in 1970).

Aviator

Michael Chapman

Intro - F# Em F# Em D
D Em G D D Em G D G D G D

Desperation sits just like a friend upon the floor / My britches are all torn around my feet.
Mr. Madness points his eyes, a finger from his chair / And an angry crowd is gathering in the street
To take my time away / To take my time away

If I'm the man they say I am, then why am I still here / My portrait seems to make me look quite sane
There's no hair inside my helm and no scars upon my face / But the crowd is knocking on the door again
To take my time away / To take my time away

And the music is so loud that I have lost all sense of time / A phone rings but no one makes a sound
The storm's a'falling on the roof and smashing all the tiles / And the banners are a'waltzing 'round and 'round.
To take my time away / To take my time away

In all of my life you know I've done no man no wrong / And yet to some that is the only mortal sin.
And so I stand accused of the crime of being poor / While my thoughts are confused by the din.
The din that takes my time away / It takes my time away.

I light a cigarette just to try and slow my thoughts / My throat is awful dry but I can't drink
There's a clamoring within now, and a clamoring without / So much going on that I can't think
It take my time away / Yes it takes my time away

And meanwhile in the wood watch what they're doing to the trees / Why must they let them spark and let them burn
It takes such a long long time for trees like that to grow /Some people, just never-ever learn
And yet they take my time away / They take my time away.

There will be nothing left if this madness runs its course / Except the gleaming buildings to the sky.
With solitude and all and every friendly word / With the sound of feet as the old world shuffles by.
Taking my time away / Taking my time away.

No concessions to my past no this song that I can make / If I had my time I'd do it all again
I'd just make a few adjustments to the way I treated you / And let myself be washed by the rain.
The rain that takes my time Ãhay / It takes my time ahÃy.

http://www.michaelchapman.co.uk/albums/survivor.htm

Rabbit Hills by Mike Chapman.

1.It's a long long road from here down to the sea
But it's the only thing that keeps your love with me
Where the water meets the trees and the long grass turns to sand
The Bluebirds skip the wavestones like jewels in your hand
Or is it my imagination again.......?

2.At the end of the road there's a clearing in the shade
And it's there many times my love and I have laid
The path there's a bitch and the garden's overgrown
But at least it was somewhere for us to call our own
Or was it my imagination again.......?

Bridge: The water is so cold today, I sit beyond the hill
And conjure up my memories like motion picture stills
Waiting for the tide to rise and wash away all trace
Of my footsteps on the beach, and etch away your face.

3.Repeat verse 1.

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