Four Winds Tabulatur von Bright Eyes

Intro: Gm, D#, A#, Cm, A#, Cm, D#  x4

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

     Gm                          D#
A squatter's made a mural of a Mexican girl
      A#                                Cm
With fifteen cans of spray paint in a chemical swirl
       A#                            Cm
She's standing in the ashes at the end of the world
             D#
Four winds blowing through her hair

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


Interlude: Gm, D#, A#, Cm, A#, Cm, D#

     Gm                                    D#
The Bible's blind, the Torah's deaf, the Qu'ran is mute
          A#                                Cm
If you'd burn them all together you'd get close to the truth still
          A#                           Cm
They're pouring over sanskrit on the ivy league moons
                D#
While shadows lengthen in the sun

           Gm                            D#
D#ast on a school of meditation built to soften the times
     A#                               Cm
And hold us at the center while the spiral unwinds
       A#                             Cm
It's knocking over fences, crossing property lines
             D#
Four winds, cry until it comes

              Cm      F
And it's the song of man
                  Cm     F
Slouching towards Bethlehem
              D#       A#                 D#      A#
A heart just can't contain all of that empty space
    Cm         F
It breaks, it breaks, (it breaks)


Interlude: Gm, D#, Gm, D#, Gm, D#, F

              Gm                         D#
Well, I went back, I rent a D#adillac, a company jet
        A#                        Cm
Like a newly orphaned refugee, retracing my steps
        A#                     Cm
All the way to Cassadega to commune with the dead
                   D#
They said, "You'd better look alive"

           Gm                         D#
And I was off to old Fakota where a genocide sleeps
         A#                               Cm
In the black hills, the bad lands, the calloused east
    A#                   Cm
I buried my ballast, I made my peace
                   D#
With four winds, levelling the pines

                Cm      F                 Cm   F
But when great Satan's gone, the whore of Babylon
          D#      A#                   D#     A#
She just can't remain with all that outer space
     Cm           F           Cm        F
She breaks, she breaks, she caves, she caves.


End on: Gm