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I’ve tried to ammend this from the tab that was already there to make it easier to sing and play.
I think the other one is probably technically correct but I just wanted it to be more
and simple, since bright eyes is more about the lyrics anyways.
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B---2--------2-------0--------0------1------1-|
G---0--------0-------0--------0------2------2-|
D---0--------0-------3--------2------0------0-|
A---2--------x-------x--------x------x------x-|
E---3--------2-------1--------x------x------x-|
G G/F# Fsus2/F Bsus4/E
D7 D7sus2
G F#/G
There's a voice on the phone
Fsus2/F
Telling what had happened
Bsus4/E
Some kind of confusion
D7 D7sus2
More like a disaster
G G/F# Fsus2/F
And it wondered how you were left unaffected
Bsus4/E
But you had no knowledge
D7 D7sus2
No, the chemicals covered you
(Pattern Repeats)
And so a jury was formed
As more liquor was poured
No need for conviction
They're not thirsting for justice
But slept with the lies
I keep inside my head
I found out I was guilty
I found out I was guilty
But I won't be around for the sentencing
Because I'm leaving
On the next airplane
C D G Bm
And though I know that my actions are impossible to justify
C D G
They seem adequate to fill up my time
C D Bm Em
And if I could talk to myself like I was someone else
C D G Bm Em
Then maybe I could take your advice
C D
And I wouldn't act like such an asshole all the time
(Verse Pattern Again)
There's a film on the wall
Makes the people look small
Who are sitting beside it
All consumed in the drama
They must return to their lives
Once the hero has died
They will drive to the office
Stopping somewhere for coffee
Where the folk singers, poets, and playwrights convene
Dispensing their wisdom
Oh, dear amateur orator
They will detail their pain
In some standard refrain
They will recite their sadness
Like it's some kind of contest
Bridge:
F#
Well, if it is
Bm
I think I am winning it
G
All beaming with confidence
Asus2
As I make my final lap
F#
The gold medal gleams
Bm
So hang it around my neck
G
Because I am deserving it
Asus
The champion of idiots
C D G Bm
But a kid carries his Walkman on that long bus ride to Omaha
C D G
I know a girl who cries when she practices violin
C D Bm Em
Because each note sounds so pure, it just cuts into her
C D G Bm Em
And then the melody comes pouring out her eyes
C D
Now to me, everything else, it just sounds like a lie