Bright Eyes - Going For The Gold - аккорды

[ Предположительная тональность: G ]

[Verse 1]

 G                     G/F#
There's a voice on the phone
         Em
telling what had happened,
              C
some kind of confusion
             D7
more like a disaster.
        G          G/F#          Em
And it wondered how you were left unaffected,
                C
but you had no knowledge.
                   D7
No, the chemicals covered you.
      G       G/F#
So a jury was formed
         Em
as more liquor was poured.
              C
No need for conviction,
                           D7
they're not thirsting for justice.
       G             G/F#         Em
But I slept with the lies I keep inside my head.
                   C
I found out I was guilty.
                   D7
I found out I was guilty.
       G        G/F#           Em
But I won't be around for the sentencing,
           C
cause I'm leaving
            D7
on the next airplane.


[Chorus 1]

     C                     D7           G             Bm
And though I know that my actions are impossible to justify
           C           D7          G
they seem adequate to fill up my time.
                C       D7
But if I could talk to myself
       Bm           Em
like I was someone else,
           C             D7         G
well then maybe I could take your advice,
              C                  D               G
and I wouldn't act like such an asshole all the time.


[Verse 2]

           G          G/F#
There's a film on the wall,
          Em
makes the people look small
                 C
who are sitting beside it,
                     D7
all consumed in the drama.
          G               G/F#            Em
They must return to their lives once the hero has died.
                        C
They will drive to the office
                        D7
stopping somewhere for coffee,
           G             G/F#       Em
where the folk singers, poets and playwrights convene,
                 C
dispensing their wisdom,
                 D7
Oh dear amateur orators.
           G           G/F#
They will detail their pain
         Em
In some standard refrain.
                        C
They will recite their sadness
                        D7
Like it's some kind of contest.


[Bridge]

            F#                Bm
Well, if it is, I think I am winning it,
                  G
All beaming with confidence
      A
as I make my final lap.
                F#
The gold medal gleams
            Bm
so hang it around my neck
            G
cause I am deserving it:
                 A
the champion of idiots.


[Chorus 2]

       C               D7               G                Bm
But a kid carries his walkman on that long bus ride to Omaha.
          C                       D7         G
I know a girl who cries when she practices violin.
            C              D7             Bm        Em
Cause each note sounds so pure, it just cuts into her,
              C            D7              G     Bm Em
and then the melody comes pouring out her eyes.
           C                         D7             G
Now to me, everything else, it just sounds like a lie