Bright Eyes – Cleanse Song (Guitar)

         D               D7            G            D
Hear the chimes, did you know that the wind when it blows

      G          D        A
It is older than Rome and all of this sorrow

        D       D7           G         D
See the new pyramids down in old Manhattan

         G         D                     A
From the roof of a friend's I watched an empire ending

         Bm                D
Heard it loud and long the river's Om

     G                A
Time marching on to a madman's drum

         D               D7              G         D
Don't forget what you've learned all you give is returned

       G            D             A
And if life seems absurd what you need is some laughter

      D         D7          G            D
And a season to sleep and a place to get clean

      G       D              A
Maybe Los Angeles, somewhere no one's expecting

     G
On a detox walk through a Glendale Park over sidewalk chalk

                             D
Someone wrote in red, "start over"

     G
So I muffled my scream on an Oxnard beach

        F#m               Bm          A
Full of fever dreams that scare you sober

A
Into saltless dinners

         D              D7              G              D
Take the fruit from the tree, break the skin with your teeth

      G          D           A
Is it bitter or sweet? All depends on your timing

       D          D7              G             D
Like a meeting of chance with the train station glance

     G             D         A
Many lifetimes had past in a instant reminded

     G
Of a millstone house in a seaside town

                                      D
When your heart gave out in a mission bed

G
So your wife gave birth to a funeral dirge

       F#m                 Bm        A
As you woke up purged as a wailing infant

A
In Krug Thep, Thailand

         D               D7            G            D
Hear the chimes, did you know that the wind when it blows

      G          D            A
It is older than Rome and our joy and our sorrow