Ween – The Argus (Guitar)

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[Intro] Am Am Am Am [Verse 1]
Am                                            D
Yesterday we lost our lives, tomorrow we were born

F7              Am      F7            Am
Fortune smiled upon us, sacrifice the Argus

F7                C       E7  Am  Am
All that he might help us see

Am                                            D
Magna eyes the track for miles, looking for disease

F7             Am         F7             C  E7
Puzzled by the mountains, tricked by the sea
[Chorus]
        C        G            Am      G
And the Argus is practiced compassion

        C         G    Am        D
With an eye on you, as one is on me

         C       G            Am      G
Will the god eye grant his forgiveness

    C               G        Am        E7  Am  Am  Am  Am
And allow he that's lived, a reason to see
[Verse 2]
Am                                                   D
Counting days and building walls, bells ring so's to warn

F7                 Am        F7            Am
All the signs that guide us, chosen by the Argus

F7          C      E7 
Tell me has chosen you

Am
Led by form we'll shed our soul

                D
Trusting like a child

F7                     Am
See the dark face that saved us

F7                   C  E7
Drink from his empty eyes
[Chorus]
        C        G            Am      G
And the Argus is practiced compassion

        C         G    Am        D
With an eye on you, as one is on me

         C       G            Am      G
Will the god eye grant his forgiveness

        C           G      Am            E7
Letting droplets of light erupt from the sea...
[Breakdown] E F C G E F C G E G C E F C G E F C G E F C C C [Verse 3]
C                                       C
Lying in beds of garlic and orchids, he closes an eye, which closes another

    Am                                              Am
And in sleep he dreams, of watching and looking and feather clouds dancing

                        C
He curls up his lid and sleeps...

C
Swirling with visions on man's confusion

C
All of the work, done just to appease him

    Am                                                Am
The Argus he cries, though love has it's place in the sun

                                      C
It's only man's fear that carries him on...
C C C C C G C