Bright Eyes – Light Pollution (Ukulele)

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------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tabbed by: John Morisi Email: [email protected] This is my favorite song by Bright Eyes, and I couldn't believe that not a single person had the chords correct on the internet. It's a very simple song, only 5 chords. Tuning: Standard Capo Second Fret Verse:
F                         C               
   John A. Hobson was a good man

G                                 Am
   He used to loan me books and mic stands

F                         C
   He even got me a subscription

          G
   To the Socialist Review

F                                 C
   Listening to records in his basement

G                              Am
   Old folk songs about the government

F                                  C
   It's love of money not the market

                     G
   He said, "These fuckers push on you"
Chorus:
                 F                C
   And freedom yells, it don't cry

                F            Am
   Whatever sells will decide

                  F               Am
   But there's no hell when you die

                    G
   So don't look so worried
Verse: He got a nightlife, lost his day job Pushing papers, swinging pendulums Anything to serve a function Or to occupy some time You've got to earn this living somehow You're good as dead without a bank account But it's funny how alive he felt Down in that unemployment line Chorus: With all that trash at his feet The pools of piss in the street All of that filthy empathy For the way we're feeling Bridge:
Em                  Am                        G
   The billboard's shade, the flags, they wave

                    C
   The anthem was playing loud

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   The baseball game was letting out

Em            Am                  G
   And all at once he saw the dust

                     C
   And heard every tiny sound

Am           C                     F          G
   Got in his truck and turned around
**Pause** Drove out through the...
   F               C
   Crowd and the cops 

                      F        C
   Drove out past that center mall

                        F            C
   Drove out past that sickening sprawl

                 F             C
   Out past that fenced in gold

                F           C
   And maybe he lost control

                    F       C
   Fucking with the radio

                  F               Am             G
   But I bet the stars seemed so close at the end

          F        C
   At the end

          F        C 
   At the end

          F        C
   At the end

          F        C
   At the end
End on F. If you have any questions/comments feel free to email me. Check out my music at http://www.reverbnation.com/thelastwinter1 Thank you!