MY BACK PAGES [ B E ] x3 T H E E E C# G# A B E C Crimson flames tied through my ears, rollin' high and mighty traps O E C# G# A B M Pounced with fire on flaming roads, using ideas as my maps P C# G# A B L We'll meet on edges, soon said I, proud 'neath heated brow E T E A E E Ah but I was so much older then A B E R I'm younger than that now A M Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth, rip down all hate I scream O Lies that life is black and white, spoke from my skull I dreamed N Romantic flanks of musketeers, foundation deep somehow E S Ah but I was so much older... G In a soldier's stance I aimed my hand at the mongrel dogs who teach U Fearing not that I'd become my enemy in the instant that I preach I My pathway led to confusion boats, mutiny from stern to bow T A Ah but I was so much older... R [ E C# G# A B E ] T A [ E C# G# A B ] B [ C# G# A B ] C O Ah but I was so much older... M P Yes my guards stood hard when abstract threats too nobel to neglect I Deceived me into thinking I had something to protect L Good and bad, I define these terms quite clear, no doubt, somehow A T Ah but I was so much older... I O Ah but I was so much older... N Ah but I was so much older...