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Four Winds chords

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Intro Gm D# Bb Cm Bb D# x4


      Gm                                       D#
Your class, your caste, your country, sect, your name or your tribe
         Bb                             Cm
There's people always dying trying to keep them alive
     Bb                   Cm
His body's decomposing in containers tonight
         D#
In an abandoned building where

  

(the same chords)
A squatter's made a mural of a Mexican girl

With fifteen cans of spray paint in a chemical swirl
    
She's standing in the ashes at the end of the world
            
Four winds blowing through her hair




                Cm      F                 Cm    F
But when great Satan's gone, the whore of Babylon
          D#       Bb                  D#           Bb
She just can't sustain the pressure where it's placed
     Cm
She caves


Interlude: Gm D# Bb Cm Bb D#


(now the same chords)
The Bible's blind. The Torah's deaf. The Qu'ran is mute.
If you burned them all together you’d get close to the truth
Still they’re pouring over Sanskrit under Ivy League moons
While shadows lengthen in the sun

Cast on a school and meditation built to soften the times
And hold us at the center while the spiral unwinds
It's knocking over fences, crossing property lines
Four Winds cry until it comes

It's the Sum of Man slouching towards Bethlehem
A heart just can't contain all of that empty space
It breaks. It breaks. It breaks.

Well I went back by rented Cadillac and company jet
Like a newly orphaned refugee retracing my steps
All the way to Cassadaga to commune with the dead
They said, "You'd better look alive"

And now it’s off to old Dakota where a genocide sleeps
In the Black Hills, the Badlands, the calloused East
I buried my ballast. I made my peace.

Her Four Winds leveling the pines

But when Great Satan's gone, the Whore of Babylon
She just can't remain with all that outer space
      Cm         F       Cm        F          Gm
She breaks. She breaks. She caves. She caves.


            
            
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Twikki 86 May 31, 2010 02:11 PM

this was a waste of time. there's already a correct version of this as played by conor oberst

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