Van der Graaf Generator - Childlike Faith in Childhood's End from the album Still Life (1976). Transcribed by Cory (coryp23@gmail.com), 2010 g c d c b d c b F#dim G#dim Existence is a stage on which we pass, g# a b c b a b d a sleepwalk trick for mind and heart; d g F it's hopeless, I know, but onward I must go F E and try to make a start n.c. at seeing something more E d than day to day survival, chased by final death. g F if I believed this the sum of the life to which we've come, Em I wouldn't waste my breath. Am Somehow, there must be more. Bm g c Csus c E There was a time when more was felt than known d but now, entrenched inside my sett, g F in light more mundane, thought rattles round my brain: Em we live, we die...and yet? Riff 1: d c d c d c E c d c a --------------------------------| --------------------------------| --7-5---7-5---7-5-9--5--7-5-2---| --7-5---7-5---7-5-9--5--7-5-2---| --5-3---5-3---5-3-7--3--5-3-0---| --------------------------------| Riff 1 In the beginning there was order and destiny but now that path has reached the border and on our knees is no way to face the future, whatever it be. Am g F Though the forces which hold us in place Am g F last through eons in unruffled grace F E we, too, wear the face of creation. Riff 1 As anti-matter sucks and pulses periodically the bud unfolds, the bloom is dead, all space is living history. It seems as though time must betray us yet we're alive and though I see no God to save us, yet we survive Dm A7 through the centuries of progress Dm Bb which don't get us very far. A7 Dm A7 All illusion! All is bogus... Dm Bb am we don't yet know what we are. Riff 1 Laughing, hoping, praying, joking, Son of Man, with lowered eyes but lifting hearts, we're grains of sand and though, in time, the sea may claim us for its own we are the rocks which root the future - on us it grows! Dm A7 We might not be there to share it Dm Bb A7 Dm A7 if eternity's a jest but I think that I can bear it Dm Bb am if the next life is the best. (riff 1 with solo's) 4:17 | C# | F# | C# | F# | | F | Bb | c | F g Am g F Even if there is a heaven when we die, Am g F endless bliss would be as meaningless as the lie Am g that always comes as answer to the question F E7 "Why do we see through the eyes of creation?" dE d c Bm d F#sus F#m Bsus Asus Bm F#m Adrift without a course, dE Bsus Bm it's very lonely here, Asus our only conjecture a Bm F#m what lies behind the dark. F#m Em Still, I find I can cling to a lifeline, Bm Esus Em think of a lifetime which means more than my own one, Esus Em Bm7 Bm dreams of a grander thing than we are. Cd F#m Em Time and Space hang heavy on my shoulders... g a Bm E7sus when all life is over who can say Em Bsus E no mutated force shall remain? E B7 FB7 Though the towers of the city E B7 F#mB7 are denied to we men of clay E B7 F#m B7 F#m G#7 still we know we shall scale the heights some day. G#7 (E) Frightened in the silence, frightened, but a E/G# E b thinking ve - ry hard, E B7 F#m B7 E let us make computations of the stars. EbE Instrumental section Riff 1 Older, wiser, sadder, blinder, watch us run: faster, longer, harder, stronger, now it comes... colour blisters, image splinters gravitate towards the centre, in final splendour disintegrate. Dm A7 The universe now beckons Dm Bb and Man, too, must take His place; A7 Dm A7 just a few last fleeting seconds Dm Bb am to wander in the waste, Am g F and the children who were ourselves move on, Am g F reincarnation stills its now perfected song, Am g F Bsus b and at last we are free of the bonds of creation. E b E b All the jokers and gaolers, all the junkies and slavers too, E b G#7 all the throng who have danced a merry tune... G#7 E a E/G# E b human we can all be, but Humanity we must rise above, E b E in the name of all faith and hope and love. E b E b There's a time for all pilgrims, and a time for the fakers too, E b G#7 there's a time when we all will stand alone and nude, G#7 E a E/G# E b naked to the galaxies...naked, but clothed in the overview: E b E as we reach Childhood's End we start anew. E b And though dark is the highway, E b and the peak's distance breaks my heart, E b G#7 for I never shall see it, still I play my part, E believing that what waits for us a E/G# E b is the cosmos compared to the dust of the past. E b E In the death of mere Humans Life shall start!