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Another Bag Of Bones by Kevin Devine
Another Bag Of Bones
Intro:
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D|-------------------------------------------2h0-----|
A|-3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3------3h0-|
E|-1--1--1--1--1--1--1--1--5--5--5--0--0--0----------| x2
First verse:
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A|-3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3----|
E|-1--1--1--1--1--1--1--1--5--5--5--5--0--0--0--0----| repeat throughout verse
"It's a brushfire spreading feeding as it moves,
It's a disappeared glacier, it's an airborne flu.
It's your disbelieving eyes logging concrete miles,
It's your yawning conscious and your lawyer's smile.
It's an occupied country foaming at the mouth,
no smoking gun, no mushroom cloud.
It's a military mother with a boy in hell,
and it's a flag draped casket down an oil well.
It's an Argentine school girl, gagged and bound,
It's a torture camp, it's a long way down.
It's the constant bracing shock of now
and it's the whole damn world turned inside out, all right."
Then, same as intro again
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D|-------------------------------------------2h0-----|
A|-3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3------3h0-|
E|-1--1--1--1--1--1--1--1--5--5--5--0--0--0----------| x2
Second Verse (this time, the acoustic guitar is accompanied by a muted, distorted
guitar):
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A|-3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3----|
E|-1--1--1--1--1--1--1--1--5--5--5--5--0--0--0--0----| repeat throughout verse
"It's a march to extinction with your god in step,
it's his name in your mouth, it's his cross on your neck.
It's a farm boy sprinting over desert dirt,
and he's panting the Our Father in staccato spurts.
Now that's his automatic rifle and it tells no lies,
that's his truth in your stomach, it's no alibi.
But the trouble lies on the other side,
with an equal truth prepping for his holy night.
He sees the crescent and the star blink in the virgin sky,
he hears the call of milk and honey from the afterlife.
And as he eases to the checkpoint he is calm and sure,
it's collateral damage, it's the cost of war.
It's another bag of bones for the gods to sort..."
Then:
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A|-3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3-|
E|-1--1--1--1--1--1--1--1--5--5--5--5--0-|
"...it's just another bag of bones for the gods, to sort."
Then, same as intro again
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D|-------------------------------------------2h0-----|
A|-3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3------3h0-|
E|-1--1--1--1--1--1--1--1--5--5--5--0--0--0----------| x2
Third Verse (this time, the acoustic guitar is accompanied by a muted, distorted
guitar and some other feedback/effects):
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G|---------------------------------------------------|
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A|-3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3----|
E|-1--1--1--1--1--1--1--1--5--5--5--5--0--0--0--0----| repeat throughout verse
"It's the species disappearing all the birds fly south,
in a January heatwave in a pulsing crowd.
It's an african militia, kids with sub-machines,
it's a conflict diamond on your bride to be.
It's the dispossessed lining up at every gate,
it's the facts worth facing faced way too late.
It's the mission of modernity, go get what's yours,
'til there's nothing left over to go get no more.
And it's not what we're owed but it's what we've earned..."
Then:
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G|---------------------------------------|
D|---------------------------------------|
A|-3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3-|
E|-1--1--1--1--1--1--1--1--5--5--5--5--0-|
"...and it's closer than we realized that it's time now, to burn."
While repeating "and it's time now, to burn", play
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D|---------------------------------------------------|
A|-3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--0----|
E|-1--1--1--1--1--1--1--1--5--5--5--0--0--0--0--0----| x3
And finally, finish with:
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B|-----------------------------------------------------|
G|-----------------------------------------------------|
D|-------------------------------------------2h0-------|
A|-3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3------3h0-3-|
E|-1--1--1--1--1--1--1--1--5--5--5--0--0--0----------1-|
It's a brush fire spreading, feeding as it moves
It's a disappeared glacier; it's the airborne flu
It's your disbelieving eyes logging concrete miles
It's your yawning conscience and your lawyer's smile
It's an occupied country foaming at the mouth
No smoking gun, no mushroom cloud
It's a military mother with a boy in hell
And it's a flag-draped casket down an oil well
It's an Argentine school-girl gagged and bound
It's a torture camp; it's a long way down
It's the constant bracing shock of now
And it's the whole damn world turned inside out, alright
It's a march to extinction with your god in step
It's his name in your mouth; it's his cross on your neck
It's a farm boy sprinting over desert dirt
And he's panting the 'Our Father' in staccato spurts
Now that's his automatic rifle and it tells no lies
It's his truth in your stomach, it's no alibi
But the trouble lies on the other side
With an equal truth prepping for his holy night
He sees the crescent and the star blink in the virgin sky
And hears the call of milk and honey from the afterlife
And as he eases to the checkpoint, he is calm and sure
It's collateral damage; it's the cost of war
It's another bag of bones for the Gods to sort
It's just another bag of bones for the Gods to sort
Well it's a species disappearing, all the birds fly south
In a January heatwave, in a pulsing crowd
It's an African Militia, kids with sub-machines
It's a conflict diamond on your bride-to-be
It's the dispossessed lining up at every gate
It's the facts worth facing, faced way too late
It's the mission of modernity, go get what's yours
Til there's nothing leftover to go get no more
And it's not what we're owed, but it's what we've earned
And it's closer than we realise, and it's time now to burn
And oh it's time now to burn
And oh it's time now to burn
And oh it's time now to burn, to burn
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version 2
Intro
acoustic guitar
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a-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3/7-7-7\2-2-2------3p0--------------------------------|
E-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1/5-5-5\0-0-0-----------------------------------------|
Verse
acoustic guitar
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g---------------------------------------------------------------------|as
d-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3/7-7-7-7\2-2-2-2-------------------------------------|long
a-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3/7-7-7-7\2-2-2-2-------------------------------------|as
E-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1/5-5-5-5\0-0-0-0-------------------------------------|needed
in between verse
acoustic guitar
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d-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3/7-7-7\2-2-2--2p0------------------------------------|long
a-3-3-3-3-2-2-3-3/7-7-7\2-2-2------3p0--------------------------------|as
E-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1/5-5-5\0-0-0-----------------------------------------|needed
electric guitar
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d-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3/7-7-7\2-2-2--2p0------------------------------------|long
a-3-3-3-3-2-2-3-3/7-7-7\2-2-2------3p0--------------------------------|as
E-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1/5-5-5\0-0-0-----------------------------------------|needed
That's basically the entire song
It's a brush fire spreading, feeding as it moves
It's a disappeared glacier; it's the airborne flu
It's your disbelieving eyes logging concrete miles
It's your yawning conscience and your lawyer's smile
It's an occupied country foaming at the mouth
No smoking gun, no mushroom cloud
It's a military mother with a boy in hell
And it's a flag-draped casket down an oil well
It's an Argentine school-girl gagged and bound
It's a torture camp; it's a long way down
It's the constant bracing shock of now
And it's the whole damn world turned inside out, alright
It's a march to extinction with your god in step
It's his name in your mouth; it's his cross on your neck
It's a farm boy sprinting over desert dirt
And he's panting the 'Our Father' in staccato spurts
Now that's his automatic rifle and it tells no lies
It's his truth in your stomach, it's no alibi
But the trouble lies on the other side
With an equal truth prepping for his holy night
He sees the crescent and the star blink in the virgin sky
And hears the call of milk and honey from the afterlife
And as he eases to the checkpoint, he is calm and sure
It's collateral damage; it's the cost of war
It's another bag of bones for the Gods to sort
It's just another bag of bones for the Gods to sort
Well it's a species disappearing, all the birds fly south
In a January heatwave, in a pulsing crowd
It's an African Militia, kids with sub-machines
It's a conflict diamond on your bride-to-be
It's the dispossessed lining up at every gate
It's the facts worth facing, faced way too late
It's the mission of modernity, go get what's yours
Til there's nothing leftover to go get no more
And it's not what we're owed, but it's what we've earned
And it's closer than we realise, and it's time now to burn
And oh it's time now to burn
And oh it's time now to burn
And oh it's time now to burn, to burn
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version 3
Tuning: Standard
This is best played by an acoustic guitar.
Intro (2x)
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------------------------------3p0|
x3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-----|
x1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-5-5-5-0-0-0-----|
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------------------------------2p0*--| *Play only after the 7th and 14th time
--------------------------------3p0*|
-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3------|
-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-5-5-5-5-0-0-0------|
It's a brush fire spreading, feeding as it moves
It's a disappeared glacier; it's the airborne flu
It's your disbelieving eyes logging concrete miles
It's your yawning conscience and your lawyer's smile
It's an occupied country foaming at the mouth
No smoking gun, no mushroom cloud
It's a military mother with a boy in hell
And it's a flag-draped casket down an oil well
It's an Argentine school-girl gagged and bound
It's a torture camp; it's a long way down
It's the constant bracing shock of now
And it's the whole damn world turned inside out, alright
It's a march to extinction with your god in step
It's his name in your mouth; it's his cross on your neck
It's a farm boy sprinting over desert dirt
And he's panting the 'Our Father' in staccato spurts
Now that's his automatic rifle and it tells no lies
It's his truth in your stomach, it's no alibi
But the trouble lies on the other side
With an equal truth prepping for his holy night
He sees the crescent and the star blink in the virgin sky
And hears the call of milk and honey from the afterlife
And as he eases to the checkpoint, he is calm and sure
It's collateral damage; it's the cost of war
It's another bag of bones for the Gods to sort
It's just another bag of bones for the Gods to sort
Well it's a species disappearing, all the birds fly south
In a January heatwave, in a pulsing crowd
It's an African Militia, kids with sub-machines
It's a conflict diamond on your bride-to-be
It's the dispossessed lining up at every gate
It's the facts worth facing, faced way too late
It's the mission of modernity, go get what's yours
Til there's nothing leftover to go get no more
And it's not what we're owed, but it's what we've earned
And it's closer than we realise, and it's time now to burn
And oh it's time now to burn
And oh it's time now to burn
And oh it's time now to burn, to burn
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version 4
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B----------------------------|
G----------------------------|
D------------------2h0-------|
A--3----5-----3----------3h0-|
E--1----7-----0--------------|
That's all it is over and over again
It's a brush fire spreading, feeding as it moves
It's a disappeared glacier; it's the airborne flu
It's your disbelieving eyes logging concrete miles
It's your yawning conscience and your lawyer's smile
It's an occupied country foaming at the mouth
No smoking gun, no mushroom cloud
It's a military mother with a boy in hell
And it's a flag-draped casket down an oil well
It's an Argentine school-girl gagged and bound
It's a torture camp; it's a long way down
It's the constant bracing shock of now
And it's the whole damn world turned inside out, alright
It's a march to extinction with your god in step
It's his name in your mouth; it's his cross on your neck
It's a farm boy sprinting over desert dirt
And he's panting the 'Our Father' in staccato spurts
Now that's his automatic rifle and it tells no lies
It's his truth in your stomach, it's no alibi
But the trouble lies on the other side
With an equal truth prepping for his holy night
He sees the crescent and the star blink in the virgin sky
And hears the call of milk and honey from the afterlife
And as he eases to the checkpoint, he is calm and sure
It's collateral damage; it's the cost of war
It's another bag of bones for the Gods to sort
It's just another bag of bones for the Gods to sort
Well it's a species disappearing, all the birds fly south
In a January heatwave, in a pulsing crowd
It's an African Militia, kids with sub-machines
It's a conflict diamond on your bride-to-be
It's the dispossessed lining up at every gate
It's the facts worth facing, faced way too late
It's the mission of modernity, go get what's yours
Til there's nothing leftover to go get no more
And it's not what we're owed, but it's what we've earned
And it's closer than we realise, and it's time now to burn
And oh it's time now to burn
And oh it's time now to burn
And oh it's time now to burn, to burn
------------------
version 5
Tuning: Standard.
Intro. (also played between some verses)
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D|3------7---------------2p0-------------------------------------------------|
A|3-x8---7-x8----3--x2------3p0----------------------------------------------|
E|1------5-------0-----------------------------------------------------------|
Verses.
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D|33333333----55555555-------------------------------------------------------|
A|33330033----55555555-----33333333------------------------------------------|
E|11111111----77777777-----00000000------------------------------------------|
It's a brush fire spreading, feeding as it moves
It's a disappeared glacier; it's the airborne flu
It's your disbelieving eyes logging concrete miles
It's your yawning conscience and your lawyer's smile
It's an occupied country foaming at the mouth
No smoking gun, no mushroom cloud
It's a military mother with a boy in hell
And it's a flag-draped casket down an oil well
It's an Argentine school-girl gagged and bound
It's a torture camp; it's a long way down
It's the constant bracing shock of now
And it's the whole damn world turned inside out, alright
It's a march to extinction with your god in step
It's his name in your mouth; it's his cross on your neck
It's a farm boy sprinting over desert dirt
And he's panting the 'Our Father' in staccato spurts
Now that's his automatic rifle and it tells no lies
It's his truth in your stomach, it's no alibi
But the trouble lies on the other side
With an equal truth prepping for his holy night
He sees the crescent and the star blink in the virgin sky
And hears the call of milk and honey from the afterlife
And as he eases to the checkpoint, he is calm and sure
It's collateral damage; it's the cost of war
It's another bag of bones for the Gods to sort
It's just another bag of bones for the Gods to sort
Well it's a species disappearing, all the birds fly south
In a January heatwave, in a pulsing crowd
It's an African Militia, kids with sub-machines
It's a conflict diamond on your bride-to-be
It's the dispossessed lining up at every gate
It's the facts worth facing, faced way too late
It's the mission of modernity, go get what's yours
Til there's nothing leftover to go get no more
And it's not what we're owed, but it's what we've earned
And it's closer than we realise, and it's time now to burn
And oh it's time now to burn
And oh it's time now to burn
And oh it's time now to burn, to burn
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