mewithoutYou – Rainbow Signs (Guitar)

Am
Pale horse songs of a slow decline

Fmaj7
Sideshow words if the songs don't mind

C
G-d gave Noah the rainbow sign

Fmaj7
No more water, is the H-Bomb next time?

Am
Pale horse vows in a grave I-do-yes-definitely reply

Fmaj7
Smile for the camera at a 'church' nearby

C
Threw a mute curse at the Boise sky

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For my fucked up Napoleon-of-St.-Helena-hairline

Am
Black horse leaping when the frogs withdrew

    Fmaj7
The parable of the plums where the olives grew

C
Clouded rearrangement of sounds we knew:

   Fmaj7
An Idaho sunset for my own private Waterloo

Am
Pale horse songs of a slow decline

Fmaj7
Side show words if our moms don't mind:

C
Cloud gave no one a rainbow sign--

Fmaj7
Six-point starred ink flag next time?

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Sh'ma Yisrael Adonai Eloheinu Adonai Eḥad

C              Fmaj7  Am       Fmaj7
Qul Huwa-llahu Ahad Allah hus-Samad

  Am    Fmaj7    C     Fmaj7  Am      Fmaj7
Sh'ma Yisrael Adonai Eloheinu Adonai Eḥad

C              Fmaj7  Am       Fmaj7
Qul Huwa-llahu Ahad Allah hus-Samad

       Am
With imperial crowns we were 'sent'

           Fmaj7 Dsus2
Riding out conquest-bent

Am
Wielding the sanctified sword

                    Fmaj7 Dsus2
For the army of the Scarecrow Lord

Am
Balancing scales at our feet

              Fmaj7 Dsus2
Measuring out two pounds of barley, six pounds of buckwheat

Am
Beasts of the Battersea Shield

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At the opening of the fourth seal

    Am
The sky, I'd been told

       Fmaj7 Dsus2
As the mountains and islands moved from their place

        Am
And the sun would turn black

            Fmaj7 Dsus2
But there's nowhere to hide

            Am
After which message-less birds take flight without cause

       Fmaj7 Dsus2
To the silence they've heard in the absence of laws

   Am                                 Fmaj7 Dsus2
Or imperial crowns: Unsent, unsigned

Am
The other night I dreamt I was finally out of college

      Fmaj7
In my own pair of sandals, I had turned into my father

C
Whistling our tune about the Rio Grande

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Like an anchorite in June I took hold of my own hand

    Am
And started on the Abrahamic joke we knew

      Fmaj7
About apostrophes and pronouns and you-remember-who

           C
"But let's keep that silly punchline between me and you

Fmaj7
Little Haroon