John Cale – Zen (Guitar)

     G
It’s midnight, and our silver-tongued obsessions

     Am
Come at us out of the dark

C
Scrambling to be recognised

       Am
Before tearing themselves apart

     G
It’s zen and the art of Bollywood

Am
Heroes turning on a spit

C
Lovers unable to resolve

Am
A prehistoric bitch

[Bridge 1]
   Bb                Am
e|-1-----------1-3-|-0---|
B|-3-------3-5-----|-1---|
G|-3---3-5---------|-2---|
D|-3---------------|-2---|
A|-1---------------|-0---|
E|-----------------|-----|

G
We don't know the half of it

Am
Clever is as clever does

    C
His drawn lights sparking on a merry-go-round

Am
Hypnotizing everyone on it

   G
In zen and the art of forgery

Am
We're losing control of light

  C
DeLorean, Picasso, Mondrian, El Greco

Am
Someone's gonna pay the price

Bb
If I didn't know you better than that

    Am
I'd never let you out of my sight

G
Where is the art of sorcery?

   Am
We wanna be fooled again

C
Staggered by deception, charmed into submission

Am
Helpless as a deck of cards

      G
It's now the art of reality

Am
Calling a spade a spade

C
Facing the obvious, a monkey and his grinder

Am
But on a different plain

Bb
I see you clearly from day to day

Am
As clearly as I see tonight

      G
"Keep talking," said the slow-eyed Mandarin

Am
“I’ve got nothing to say

C
Meet me on the staircase on your way down

Am
We'll see if there's been a mistake"

   G
In zen and the art of algebra

      Am
There is no value for time

    C
Whatever thrives inside the dark

Am
Decays on the outside