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My Thoughts They Too Will Tire by L.A. Salami




                 My Thoughts They Too Will Tire




Tuning: E A D G B E
Capo: 7th fret
Key: Eb

[Lick over G repeated throughout the song]
 
e|--3---3---3---------|
B|--0---1---0---------|
G|--0---0---0---------|
D|--0---2---0---------|
A|--2---0---2---------|
E|--3---0---3---------|
 
[Lick played in the intro and in between verses (not in the album version)]
 
e|-3---|--0-------------|-3---|
B|-0---|--1/3-----2-----|-0---|
G|-0---|--0-------0-----|-0---|
D|-0---|--0-------2-----|-0---|
A|-2---|--2/4-----3-----|-2---|
E|-3---|--3/5-----------|-3---|
 
 
[Verse 1]
 
G
Leave your answers for the bones,
Em
It’s not just you alone who knows
          Am                 Em
That the shadows ‘neath the road
            G
Won’t last forever.
 
 
G
But listen in the meantime, though,
Em
As the cannons on the noon explode
        Am                Em
And the statesman and the pauper
        G
Pass by together.
 
 
[Chorus]
 
            Dm
And as the gunman blinded by the sun
              C
Aims for the sky and the fires
       G
That sired his vision,
    Dm
His hands are tied to the eyes
                  C
of the children’s minds
                            G
And the line of knives that bind time
               C      G
With every incision.
           G/F#           G/E
And as they pull on the noose
         G/F               G/E
That his bullets and their ruthlessness
     G
Have inspired,
G/F#       G/E           G
My hands, they too, will tire.
 
 
[Verse 2]
 
G
From the leaking pores of the piss poor
Em
To the royal blood drawn from old folk lore
         Am               Em
- each a man, made, born, lured, or torn
       G
From a mother.
 
 
G
And they’ll be some who bleed the others dry,
Em
With aspirations not to die,
       Am                     Em
But to death means no more or less
         G
than any other.
 
 
[Chorus]
 
              Dm
And where the minors of kindness pry deep
          C
Into the weeping trials provided by
     G
The gold torch left bare
 
and unprotected,
    Dm
The blazing hands of the dog eat dog band’s
     C
Only wish is not to go to the grave
   G
Without being Respected.
            G/F#                G/E
And as they look upon the angel choir
    G/F
Who sing songs so far
     G/E       G
From what they desire,
   G/F#       G/E       G
My eyes, they too, will tire.
 
 
[Verse 3]
 
   G
As excursions wane the Jester’s game
   Em
To trick-reap the lands for other’s gains,
    Am                  Em
Now money maintains the way
               G
In which they suffered.
 
      G
Which once was clear a row of arms in chains
    Em
Now appear as nothing changed -
              Am                   Em
Restrained by wages, the sovereign slaves
                  G
Wage war on each other.
 
 
[Chorus]
 
           Dm
And as the suits and sullied saints
          C
Taint the buck that Lady Luck struck
       G
With a hunter armed with hunger,
     Dm
He’s fed to death with one hand
        C
And led along with the other
 
Towards the wealth that
G
She’ll bury him under.
          G/F#         G/E
And as he ponders his position
          G/F              G/E
Where the condition of his sanity
      G
Seems dire,
   G/F#     G/E       G
My mind, it too, will tire.
 
 
[Verse 4]
 
G
If man made god, and god judged man,
Em
Then man shed god of both god’s hands,
           Am
Then whose divine right is it
    Em                  G
To write the laws that govern?
 
 
    G
The strongest armed, the loudest bark?
    Em
The button braced for exodus dark?
     Am                   Em
Both right and wrong have masters
         G
Marked above them.
 
 
[Chorus]
 
                 Dm
And where the crusader wraps himself
                C
In his flag of stars
                      G
To mask his moral scars and his marred ambition,
    Dm
The crossed has burned
                          C
Not only in his field of graves
 
But in the minds of those men
                        G
Ashamed of their old tradition.
            G/F#          G/E
And as they call into the wind
       G/F                G/E
In the hopes to catch the ear
                G
of their guilty Messiah,
   G/F#      G/E       G
My voice, it too, will tire.
 
 
[Verse 5]
 
    G
The ancient pen of speech re-writes
    Em
The erudite machine of night,
       Am               Em
As the T.V. quotes the quill
              G
And makes the martyrs;
 
 
 G
Ideas, ideals, idols augment
    Em
The clear intent of wars decent -
        Am            Em
Each an idiom of truth
              G
That can’t be bartered.
 
 
[Chorus]
 
              Dm
But when the gas-masked masters
         C
Cast a cloud around the crowd
        G
They’ll herd to heaven,
    Dm
The preachers and the guzzlers
          C
Will both agree that a country
           G
Can’t be great
 
Without a weapon.
            G/F#           G/E
And as they bleed into the wine glasses
       G/F
Of the heroes
        G/E                G
They’ve all been taught to admire,
   G/F#      G/E       G
My heart, it too, will tire.
 
 
[Verse 6]
 
       G
You’ll observe it as the road unfolds,
     Em
That what you live is what you know,
        Am                  Em
And the bricks that have no tears
              G
To flows in tatters.
 
     G
And I lose my strength to put to words
   Em
An attempt at truth drawn undisturbed
   Am
By right or wrong,
   Em          G
Or if it even matters.
 
[Chorus]
 
           Dm
And on the stone were the prophet
           C
Loaned his eyes to the passers by
            G
And contemplated what they could acquire,
     Dm                                  C
They celebrate the haze that marks the day
 
One way in which the greys
                G
Won’t raise any higher.
              G/F#
And when they laugh
           G/E              G/F
At how the colours of their visions
      G/E          G
Burn bright as holy fire,
   G/F#       G/E        G
My hatred, it too, will tire.
 
   G/F#       G/E        G
My hatred, it too, will tire.







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