Текст песни L.A. Salami — My Thoughts They Too Will Tire + аккорды для гитары
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[Verse 1]
G
Leave your answers for the bones,
Em
It’s not just you alone who knows
Am Em
That the shadows ‘neath the road
G
Won’t last forever.
G
But listen in the meantime, though,
Em
As the cannons on the noon explode
Am Em
And the statesman and the pauper
G
Pass by together.
[Chorus]
Dm
And as the gunman blinded by the sun
C
Aims for the sky and the fires
G
That sired his vision,
Dm
His hands are tied to the eyes
C
of the children’s minds
G
And the line of knives that bind time
C G
With every incision.
G/F# G/E
And as they pull on the noose
G/F G/E
That his bullets and their ruthlessness
G
Have inspired,
G/F# G/E G
My hands, they too, will tire.
[Verse 2]
G
From the leaking pores of the piss poor
Em
To the royal blood drawn from old folk lore
Am Em
- each a man, made, born, lured, or torn
G
From a mother.
G
And they’ll be some who bleed the others dry,
Em
With aspirations not to die,
Am Em
But to death means no more or less
G
than any other.
[Chorus]
Dm
And where the minors of kindness pry deep
C
Into the weeping trials provided by
G
The gold torch left bare
and unprotected,
Dm
The blazing hands of the dog eat dog band’s
C
Only wish is not to go to the grave
G
Without being Respected.
G/F# G/E
And as they look upon the angel choir
G/F
Who sing songs so far
G/E G
From what they desire,
G/F# G/E G
My eyes, they too, will tire.
[Verse 3]
G
As excursions wane the Jester’s game
Em
To trick-reap the lands for other’s gains,
Am Em
Now money maintains the way
G
In which they suffered.
G
Which once was clear a row of arms in chains
Em
Now appear as nothing changed -
Am Em
Restrained by wages, the sovereign slaves
G
Wage war on each other.
[Chorus]
Dm
And as the suits and sullied saints
C
Taint the buck that Lady Luck struck
G
With a hunter armed with hunger,
Dm
He’s fed to death with one hand
C
And led along with the other
Towards the wealth that
G
She’ll bury him under.
G/F# G/E
And as he ponders his position
G/F G/E
Where the condition of his sanity
G
Seems dire,
G/F# G/E G
My mind, it too, will tire.
[Verse 4]
G
If man made god, and god judged man,
Em
Then man shed god of both god’s hands,
Am
Then whose divine right is it
Em G
To write the laws that govern?
G
The strongest armed, the loudest bark?
Em
The button braced for exodus dark?
Am Em
Both right and wrong have masters
G
Marked above them.
[Chorus]
Dm
And where the crusader wraps himself
C
In his flag of stars
G
To mask his moral scars and his marred ambition,
Dm
The crossed has burned
C
Not only in his field of graves
But in the minds of those men
G
Ashamed of their old tradition.
G/F# G/E
And as they call into the wind
G/F G/E
In the hopes to catch the ear
G
of their guilty Messiah,
G/F# G/E G
My voice, it too, will tire.
[Verse 5]
G
The ancient pen of speech re-writes
Em
The erudite machine of night,
Am Em
As the T.V. quotes the quill
G
And makes the martyrs;
G
Ideas, ideals, idols augment
Em
The clear intent of wars decent -
Am Em
Each an idiom of truth
G
That can’t be bartered.
[Chorus]
Dm
But when the gas-masked masters
C
Cast a cloud around the crowd
G
They’ll herd to heaven,
Dm
The preachers and the guzzlers
C
Will both agree that a country
G
Can’t be great
Without a weapon.
G/F# G/E
And as they bleed into the wine glasses
G/F
Of the heroes
G/E G
They’ve all been taught to admire,
G/F# G/E G
My heart, it too, will tire.
[Verse 6]
G
You’ll observe it as the road unfolds,
Em
That what you live is what you know,
Am Em
And the bricks that have no tears
G
To flows in tatters.
G
And I lose my strength to put to words
Em
An attempt at truth drawn undisturbed
Am
By right or wrong,
Em G
Or if it even matters.
[Chorus]
Dm
And on the stone were the prophet
C
Loaned his eyes to the passers by
G
And contemplated what they could acquire,
Dm C
They celebrate the haze that marks the day
One way in which the greys
G
Won’t raise any higher.
G/F#
And when they laugh
G/E G/F
At how the colours of their visions
G/E G
Burn bright as holy fire,
G/F# G/E G
My hatred, it too, will tire.
G/F# G/E G
My hatred, it too, will tire.