The Futures Exchange chords by Judy Small

Artist: Judy Small

Song: The Futures Exchange

Album: One Voice In The Crowd (1985)



[Verse]


D
It rises in the sunlight, Silver domes upon our sand


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encircled by the wire like a blight upon our land

           D
and to the people of the dreaming, who's sacred land this is


             G              A                     G             A       D
must wonder who this uncle Sam could be, and to think that it could be his.



[chorus]


              A                                   G                    D
And for the silver that these men have paid, who think they own this land

           A                        G            A
it is the silver of Iscariot, the silver of the dammed

       D                         G                 A
it is part of the accounting in which we all must pay

            D                  Bm                G    A    D
for trading in our children's futures, for false promises today



[Verse]

D
Because this land belongs to dreaming, and the people are its own

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they have lived there fifty thousand years, this desert it's their home

         D
and the woman go a weeping, and a wailing for it's loss

       G                    A                     G      A       D
and I join them in their grieving , and in the counting of the cost.



[chorus]

              A                                   G                    D
And for the silver that these men have paid, who think they own this land

           A                        G            A
it is the silver of Iscariot, the silver of the dammed

       D                         G                 A
it is part of the accounting in which we all must pay

            D                  Bm                G    A    D
for trading in our children's futures, for false promises today


[verse]
         D
And the mines from which their poison comes sits cold beneath our stars

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for the landscapes they have ravaged will forever bear the scars

D
Roxby Ranger Jabaluka will be words that conjure shame

             G                   A              G          A       D
because the spark they help to kindle, It will ignite the devils flames



[chorus]

              A                                   G                    D
And for the silver that these men have paid, who think they own this land

           A                        G            A
it is the silver of Iscariot, the silver of the dammed

       D                         G                 A
it is part of the accounting in which we all must pay

            D                  Bm                G    A    D
for trading in our children's futures, for false promises today