Fisherman's Chapel/Terminal 5/Permai
Channel: tobydarling
Date: 2020-01-09

Fisherman's Chapel

Cma7/A Dmaj7/A
The Itchen is flooding in The Weirs
Bm G
and the Christmas market is bursting
D A Bm F#m
But at the early morning cathedral prayers
G A
I find myself the only lay person

Am D
Me, a buddhist among two canons and the dean
F C G E7
Taking the liturgy with a pinch of salt
F C G F
Yet contented amidst that stone-clad scene
Em F G Am
of ancient tombstones and gothic vaults

I don't care about the book of Malachi
and the sin of sacrificing blemished sheep
But the silence is sweeter than the psalms that lie
stacked high in prayer-books gathering dust in a heap

As my lips caress the communion wine
I vow that I will study to be quiet
Because I know I find peace in this holy shrine
And I'm better inside, than standing outside it

TJD 23/12/19

Cmaj7/A: x0545x

Dmaj7/A: x0767x


Terminal 5

D7 Em
I miss Terminal 4
C G F
With its smoking lounge
Am
And Asian faces
D7 Em C G
Without lifts and transit trains
F Am B7
Flying Brits off to far-off places

Em C G
A deep stress pervades my soul
B7
About leaving, travelling and arriving
C Dm7
A dereliction of duty
F G Am
But a need to seize more of life
G B7
And not be consigned to a life of chastity

Will the Penang sun bring me peace?
Or a further fall into depression
Will the wet market fill my my guts
With eastern spice and chinese smiles
Or an emptiness born of self-disgust?

TJD 26/12/19


Permai


Em C
Nothing Heritage about this place
Em G - Am
Utilitarian concrete at the base of the hills
D D#/D D
Masquerading as a Spanish Hacienda
Fmaj7 C
But not built to last and one day will
G F
Become as empty shell like others around
G-F Am
Built on sand and poorly maintained

I choose a Mexican pork burger
With crinkle fries and a glass of thee tarikh
The Chinese staff welcome me with smiles
And the drinks lady is at my table quick
But mosquitoes are buzzing at my ankles
And some American families make me rankle

And I’m wishing you were here with me
To say ‘chok dee’ when our drinks chink
But I drive home alone beside Bukit Mutiara
Solitude becomes loneliness for what can never be
Beauty and despair beside the Phrygian Sea.

TJD
8/1/20

D#/D: xx0343