Beady Eyes On The Horizon
Jukebox The Ghost
My favourite song by my favourite band - I *think* this is almost correct. Standard tuning, no capo. Please forgive any lyrical errors! All chords should really be played as barre chords, but let's face it, those are uncomfortable and are really only necessary when a Cm or Gsus4 chord is coming up. __________ G - 320033/355433 Bm - x24432 C - x32010/x35553 Em - 022000 Cm - x35543 Gaug - 321003 G Bm There's a dead man hanging, C slumped over the steering wheel G Bm C of an interstate runaway bursting into flames. G Bm And the devil was gently breathing, C sleeping face-down in my apartment, G Bm C and like all his friends I'm growing tired of his games. G Bm And there's a homeless man arranging his hands, Em C grooving to the beat radiating from a police scanner. G Bm He said "The air was feeling good to me, Em C as cool and ripe as air can be." G Bm And a woman who sincerely believes Em C in UFOs (UFOs) - you can blame her when the stars are hanging G Bm overhead, dangling by a thread, Em Cm floating ten thousand feet off the ground. G Gaug This was the story told to me Em Gaug when I was just the age of seventeen; G Gaug one which God himself dictated to me, C (staccato) He said, "This is how all this shit's gonna be, G Gaug Em Gaug when I blow your little planet into smithereens (smithereens) G Gaug Em Gaug Blow your little planet into smithereens" G Gaug It haunted my dreams Em C like an accident on replay G Gaug Em Gaug on a TV screen. Cm G She sees faces in her dreams; Em strange machines she'd never seen. G Blueprints of submarines Em to reassemble in a time of dire need (dire need). G And there were preachers in the desert, Em waving to the crowd, G dictating seven angry letters Em from a man up in the clouds G And there were twenty-seven soldiers Bm telling twenty-seven lies, Em and a hole inside a hurricane Cm with a pair of beady eyes. G Gaug A pair of beady eyes looking down Em Cm onto the pavement while the stars are gathered 'round. G Gaug Because they all want a front seat when shit starts going down, Em C (staccato) Cm-Cm because the Sun is just a supernova turned the other way around! G Bm C G Bm C G Bm There were strangers in the subway and men in limousines C making deals and swapping photographs of cans of gasoline. G Bm There are no angels in the woodwork or devils on the ground; C They're looking through a hurricane's tectonic wall of sound. G Bm And the man who smokes his cigarettes the other way around C she's looking in behind him from inside a wall of sound G Bm and she is dancing with the neon 'cause the air is feeling good C Cm against her arms and legs and fingertips are measuring the distance G Bm in the spaces in between me and you and all your friends; C Cm and there's no time to load a weapon; no time to make amends. G Bm And people frozen in their tracks stand staring at the sky, C Cm at a hole inside a hurricane revealing... Cm A pair of beady eyes! G Gaug A pair of beady eyes looking down Em C onto the pavement while the stars are gathered 'round. G Gaug Because they all want a front seat when shit starts going down, Em Cm because the sun is just a supernova turned the other way around! G (crazy piano solo) G Cm-Cm This is not a test, this is the real thing... G Cm This is not a test, this is the real thing.