|
|
Bright Eyes - Lets Not Shit Ourselves chords
Highlighted Show chord diagrams
This is an extension of the version tabbed by Papa Torry. I have just Augmented the file so it just contains the chords and added chords to the rest of the verses. Intro C, E, Am, F, G x4 C E The animals laugh from the dark of the wilderness. Am F G baby cries hard in an apartment complex, C E As I pass in a car buried under the influence. Am F G The city's driving me out of my mind. C E I 've seen a child is caught in the sad trap of gravity. Am F G He falls from the lowest branch of the apple tree, C E And lands in the grass and weeps for his dignity. Am F G Next time he will not aim so high. Am G C Yeah, next time, neither will I. C E A mother takes loans out, sends her kids off to colleges. Am F G Her family is reduced to names on a shopping list. C E Meanwhile, a coroner kneels, beneath a great, wooden crucifix. Am F G He knows that there are worse things than being alone. C E So, I've learned to retreat at the first sign of danger. Am F G I mean, why wait around, if it's just to surrender? C E Ambition, I've found, can only lead to failure. Am F G I do not read the reviews. Am G C No, I am not singing for you. C, E, Am, F, G x4. Am, G, C C E I stood dropping a coin into the pit of a well. Am F G And I would throw my whole billfold if I thought it would help. C E With all these wishes I make, I should buy something real, Am F G At least a telephone call home. C E Well, my teachers, they built the retaining wall memory, Am F G All those multiple choices I answered so quickly. C E And I got my grades back and forgot just as easily, Am F G But at least I got an 'A'. Am G C So I don't have them to blame. [ Tab from: http://www.guitaretab.com/b/bright-eyes/377353.html ] C E I should stop pointing fingers; reserve my judgment Am F G Of all those public action figures, the cowboy president. C E So loud behind the bullhorn, so proud they can't admit Am F G When they've made a mistake. C E While poison ink spews from a speechwriter's pen, Am F G He knows he don't have to say it, so it don't bother him. C E "Honesty" "Accuracy" are really just "Popular Opinion." Am F G And the approval rating's high. Am G C And so someone's gonna die. C E Well, ABC, NBC, CBS: Bullshit. Am F G They give us fact or fiction? I guess an even split. C E And each new act of war is tonight's entertainment. Am F G We are still the pawns in their game. C E As they take an eye for an eye until no one can see, Am F G And we must stumble blindly forward, repeating history. C E Well, I guess that we all fit into your slogan on the fast food marquee: Am F G Red blooded, White skinned oh and the Blues. Am G C Oh, and the Blues? I got the Blues! That's me! That's me! C, E, Am, F, G x4 Am, G, C C E Well, I awoke in relief. My sheets and tubes were all tangled. Am F G Weak from whiskey and pills, in a Chicago hospital. C E My father was there, in a chair by the window, Am F G staring so far away. C E I tried talking, just whispered, "...so sorry...so selfish..." Am F G He stopped me and said, "Child I love you regardless C E And there is nothing you could do that would ever change this. Am F G I'm not angry. It hap-pens. Am G C But you just can't do it again. C E So now I try to keep up, I have been exchanging my currency. Am F G While a million objects pass through my periphery. C E So now I am rubbing my eyes because they are starting to bother me. Am F G I've been staring too long at the screen. C E But where was it when I first heard that sweet sound of humility? Am F G It came to my ears in the goddamn loveliest of melodies. C E How grateful I was then to be part of the mystery; Am F G To love and to be loved. Am G C Let's just hope that is enough. C, E, Am, F, G x4 Am, G, C  |