You can hear my rant here. It’s on the “Fathers & Sons” album.

Lady

Yeah, not hard to figure out who I’m talking about. Minha espouse had said, “your lyrics need to be more obscure.” I don’t remember if she said that before or after I wrote this.

Listen carefully… I love the ‘sticky’ sound of the bass in this one.

4 Bar Intro

A          Asus4    E          A
A          A          E          E
The man abused her. “No freedom for you”, he said
A          F#m      Bm       E
“Acts like a King”, she said. “He could even take my head.”
A          Aaug     A6        A7
She ran away from him and from their castled home
D          Dm       E          E          A          Asus4    E          A
And stepped onto a stranger’s land… then claimed it all as her own.

A simple victim of oppression, she was not
By unearned entitlement, her stole all she got
She built lavish gardens and turrets to the sky
Her brutal King was vanquished. Her pride went sky high.

Standing tall at the entrance of her expansive home
Torch held high. Righteous to the bone.
She called out to her old friends to come and join her there.
“Whether tired, poor or homeless. Come breathe freedom’s air”

So many people came to share in her good fortune
But the Lady just enriched herself and sang out of tune
“Your freedom is your wealth. Hope is your fuel.”
She’s beautiful but selfish and she was deeply cruel.

F                      Bb        Gm
Which is it, Lady - we have to ask
Cm                   Eb        F
Freedom for you looks just like your past
Bb                    Gm       Eb
You have embraced a truly impossible task
Cm                   F          F          E          E7
All for You but not You for All … how can this last?

Instrumental Verse

The children of the house behind their glorious Mother
Said, “Shut the door. There’s no room for another.
We have worked too hard for all the things we have here
And we believe that they’re all thieves. And we don’t want them near.”

Back in the Kingdom’s castle, with his many wives
The winds of change blew great fortune into all their lives
The king set them free to live life on their own
And so by the arc of history, there was now freedom back home

And one small child not yet well endowed
He whispered the question no one else dared say out loud
“What, dear Mother, what have we gained here?
It seems to me we’ve lost our way and for that, I shed a tear.

 So which is it, Lady - we have to ask
You are now just like the King you despise from your past.
You could have been a generous lady with so much class
But you chose instead to screw them all… How can this last?