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“Put Me On An Aeroplane” 

Copyright Erin Wolf 2025 
Song A Week - Week 12 
Alternative Tuning - E G# B F# B D# (thanks to my homie, Seth Williams, for sharing)

Photo credit: Erin Wolf - rainy early morning flight about to take off from New York City

Recorded in the rectory next to Ascension Episcopal Church in Hayward, WI

—

put me on an aeroplane or some distant subway train
maybe a city bus or pounding the pavement on my own
got to get away, trying to hide away
your ghost still lingers like a shadow at my door

eh eh eh, ayyy, yeah (x2)

try my luck in the countryside, a swamp or cove inside
should i try a mountaintop or just the cave on the side
you took me to hell, and i never want to return
i’ll fly to the moon if it means i’ll be free from you

eh eh eh, ayyy, yeah (x2)

how long will it be until i can finally breathe again
just wanted to let you go and leave well enough alone 
do you get the message, can you read the signs
oh, it’s time to leave now, time to say goodbye…


Put Me On An Aeroplane

How can you say we won freedom
When we were never free?
How can you dance and bag the drum? 
You don’t know what it is to be me
I lived with empty shelves
No decisions for ourselves
My mother prayed to a hidden lady
They took her away when I was a baby

History is written by the winning side 
I lived through the next genocide 
Don’t march and wave your flag here
For years I lived in paranoid fear 

How can you honestly say we won 
Never stopped living under the gun 
Replace one uniform with another 
Worn proudly by our brothers 
Don’t give an empty thanks 
They just sent in the tanks
Hungry alone and ever prone 
While the TV constantly emits the tone 

History is written by the winning side 
I lived through the next genocide 
Don’t march and wave your flag here
For years I lived in paranoid fear 

For us it’s as though the century 
Was something that happened in other countries 
Populations didn’t feel progress 
No space program for the masses 
Hunger and cold extends
Become familiar old friends 
And the lands of the free
Are no longer at liberty 

History is written by the winning side 
I lived through the next genocide 
Don’t march and wave your flag here
For years I lived in paranoid fear 






Pyrrhic Victory

Pressure Makes Diamonds   -   Conscience of Kings

He too saw the promise
Of a distant light
But unlike him
He renounced the gold hat
And unlike her
She did not renounce him

His parties were simpler
But she was content
With what he could offer
A gift for hope
For a life together
And the promise of a dream

Don’t want no Daisy
That would make him crazy
He’s perfectly happy
To be a not so great Gatsby
A not so great Gatsby

Even now he remembered
The sad thing that happened to them
The deprivation
The desperation
The foul dust
That floated in their wakes

Don’t want no Daisy
That would make him crazy
He’s perfectly happy
To be a not so great Gatsby
A not so great Gatsby

Then through the smoke
He peered into her eyes
And saw the light there
Green as ever
And knew that they'd turn out
All right at the end

Don’t want no Daisy
That would make him crazy
He’s perfectly happy
To be a not so great Gatsby
A not so great Gatsby

Don’t want no Daisy
That would make him crazy
He’s perfectly happy
To be a not so great Gatsby
A not so great Gatsby


Words and Music (c)

The Not So Great Gatsby

my dark side

seasons

This unplugged version came first...
Key of D#minor by drop tuning all strings from std. by a half interval - chord form call outs as if still std tuning

Em
The onshore breeze
Is blowing. 
F#m7b5
Out From the horizon,
F#m7b5 
right up in our faces
                            Em
So much closer now 
. . . .
Em
The poles, They are
A shifting.  
F#m7b5
Headlines all Competing
  
F#m7b5
For our Numb attention 
                Em
As we Sleep Walk On 
. . . .
Bm
What is what Is what
Whatever
Am
What is what Is what
…..

            Em
And forever

Em
Bits of
micro plastics
           F#m7b5 
In our bellies 
On the beaches
F#m7b5  
bullet shell
Flotsam  
      Em
Scattered in the sand 

F#m7b5
Looking down the barrel
Of our one eyed jack

F#m7b5
Thank DOGE's got our data
                                   Em
Now they've got your back


Bm
What is what Is what

Whatever

Am
What is what Is what

Em
And forever

Em
So we've battened down
Our souls

F#m7b5
But they may not
make it through

F#m7b5
We’ve  got ourselves surrounded
              
Is it coming?
         Em
For you?

(Bridge)
D with the ditty
bullet shell Flotsam
Slide up (lower) half and do the ditty
Scattered In the sand

Bald faced fantasy    
                      Em
All across the land

D with the ditty
Bullet shell Flotsam

Slide up (lower) half and do the ditty
Scattered by the lee                 
Hold a shell up to your ear
                                 Em
and you can hear the sea
_____ ____  ___ __ __ __

Yeah ___ Hold those shells up to your ear
			Em
And you can hear them flee


________________ ______ _____ __

_________________ ______ ____ __ _ __




Bm
What is what Is what
Em
Whatever
Am
What is what Is what
…
               Em
And forever

Em
right up
In our faces
F#m7b5 
All across the land

F#m7b5 
white skin
Yank the tiller
                Em
With his Angry
	  
Groping hands

Bm
What is What is what
         Em
Whatever
Am
What is what Is what
…
               Em
And forever

Em
First term
Em
second term
Em
JD makes
     Em
Three

 Em
Gulf of America!

Em
Pledge allegiance to thee

Em
Third term
Em
Third Reich
Em
Our golden age is here
Em
(Run for the shadows in these golden years)
                                 Em


Em
Third Reich

Em
Fourth reich
______ ____ ____ _ _

Em
On the
History repeat channel
______ ____  ____ _ _



Bm
What is what Is what
Em
Whatever
Am
What is what Is what
Em
Whatever.
        
Bm
And forever?

            Em
And forever



RunUP (to Breeze '25) - Unplugged

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   Sim, Cristo amou a igreja e Se entregou,
   Por ela deu a vida assim.
   Sim, Cristo amou a igreja e Se entregou,
   Para santificá-la pelo lavar
   Da água na palavra, por amor,

   Não tendo mancha, ruga, nem coisas assim,
   Mas que seja santa e sem defeito,
   Pra que Ele a apresente a Si mesmo
   Gloriosa, Cristo e a Igreja,
   Gloriosa, Cristo e a Igreja.


🌹🎻🌺🎶🌹🌱☘️🎶🌺🌷🎻🌸


Christ loved the church, and gave Himself up for her,
He gave His perfect life up for her;

Christ loved the church, and gave Himself up for her
That He might sanctify her,
Cleansing her by the washing of the water in the Word.
 
Not having spot or wrinkle—
Or any such things,
That she might be holy and without blemish,
That He might present the church to Himself
Glorious, Christ and the church,
Glorious, Christ and the church.


🌹🎻🌺🎶🌱🌸🌷☘️🌹🌺🎶


Cristo amó a la iglesia Ef. 5:25b-27 (C).
Fmai7
C
//Cristo a la iglesia amó, y por ella
Fma7
se_entregó
C
Fmaj7
C
Fmaj7
Su vida perfecta por ella se dio
Fmaj7
C
Cristo a la iglesia amó, y por ella
Fma7
se_entregó
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Fmaj7
A Santificarla,
Am
Dm7
G
Purificándola por el _lavamiento del agua en la palabra//
F
G
A que no tenga mancha ni arruga
Am
Ni cosa semejante
Dm
G
C Am
Sino que fuese santa y sin defecto
F
Em
Am Fmaj7
A fin de presentársela a Si mismo
C Am
Dm7
G
Glorioso Cristo y la iglesia
C Am
Dm7
G C
Glorioso Cristo y la iglesia


🌹🎻🎶🌺🌱🌷☘️🌸🌹🌺🎻🎶

Hino 1477 - Sim, Cristo Amou A Igreja..🌹🌱🌺 Christ Loved The Church 🌹🌱🌺 Cristo Amó A La Iglesia..🌹🎻🎶

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