The Loaf chords by Darren Hanlon

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Intro 1

Verse 1
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Before the guests arrived,
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there's still a hundred and  one chores
Hang tinsel in the doorway,
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deck the halls  and sweep the floors
The beast had been slaughtered,
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its carcass hung in a blare
And preparations made
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for the baking of the bread
The child on a chair
stood transfixed by the power
As the mother pounds the dough
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with her forearms in the flour
Carried on a tray
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as if the head of John the Baptist
And put into the oven
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for its final flaming chapters
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Now all the doors
throughout the house
lay open bar one
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Behind it, hunched in misery, the eldest son
For echoes of a jilted love
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in every thought lay haunting
It stays safely hidden
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from his family's playful taunting
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Tears will never bring her back,
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trying to hide their mirth
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Stop feeling sorry for yourself,
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it's the evening of the birth
He took out a pile of papers
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where he'd written his love poems
Shook out the tiny insects
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who'd made the heap their home
Crept into the kitchen
with those words of desire
He opened up the oven door
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and threw them on the fire
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Each page curled, they clenched like fists,
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the smoke it swirled in upward twists.
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The anger of a dragon's eye glowed,
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read the love.
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The mixture swelled and
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puffed and stretched,
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almost outgrew the oven
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And the eldest boy snuck through the yard
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While the moon it watched above him
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Well it took three men to lift it out,
they cried, we've just been blessed
We'll live off bread for three whole weeks
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and feed the cats the rest
Well others just dismissed it
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as a mishap with the East
Their brains in their bellies,
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eager to begin the feast
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Well the councillors all took their places
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With bloodshot cheeks on
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pockmarked faces
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The pastor's wife offered her a plate
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And Mother lowered the knife
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Now sooner had the cutting edge
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pierced the tender crust
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The guests were all blown backwards
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with a vi olent noxious gust
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The most moving words of passion
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never heard in their lives
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Were spraying all directions
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as daggers, darts and knives
Madden rushed to the front door,
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a wave of shrieks and howls
Some fallen down,
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riddled with the shrapnel of vowels
Pinned onto the wall,
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one was shown his goodbye
Slumped with a hole sharp centred,
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sticking from his eye
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A thousand tiny bits of crust
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Spread where the bodies lay
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A soldier kicked the front door in
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And it  was Christmas Day