Light Pollution Bright Eyes
BRIGHT EYES - LIGHT POLLUTION
[G]John A Hobson wa[D]s a good man
[Am]he used to loan [C]me books and mic stands
[G]he even got me a[D] subscription
[Am]to the Socialist[C] Review
[G]listening to rec[D]ords in his basement
[Am]old folk songs a[C]bout the government
[G]"it's love of mo[D]ney, not the market,"
[Am]he said, "these [C]fuckers push on you.
[G]and freedom yell[D]s, it dont cry.
[G]whatever sells w[D]ill decide.
[G]but there is no [D]hell when you die.
so dont [Am]look so worried."
[G]he got a night l[D]ife, lost his day job
[Am]pushing paper, s[C]winging pendulums
[G]anything to serv[D]e a function
[Am]or to occupy som[C]e time
[G]you have got to [D]earn this living somehow
[Am]you are good as [C]dead without a bank account
[G]but it is funny [D]how alive he felt down
[Am]in that unemploy[C]ment line
[G]with all the tra[D]sh at his feet
[G]the pools of pis[D]s in the street
[G]all of that filt[D]hy empathy
for the [Am]way we're feeling
G-D-Am-C (x2)
[G]the billboards s[D]hade, the flags they wave
[Am]the anthem was p[C]laying loud
[G]the baseball gam[D]e was letting out
[Am]then all at once[C] he saw the dust
[G]and heard every [D]tiny sound
[Am]got in his truck[C] and turned around
[G]drove out throug[D]h the crowd and the cops
[Am]drove out past t[C]hat center mall
[G]drove out past t[D]hat sickening sprawl
[Am]out past that fe[C]nced in gold
[G]and maybe he los[D]t control
[G]fucking with the[D] radio
[G]but i bet the st[D]ars seemed so close
at the e[Am]nd
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