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Burning City Smoke

Kevin Devine
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
40  million refugees
 with no place  on this earth  to call their home
 one for every  aimless graduate
 with nothing  else to show  for it but loans
 And those  of us who make  a mark
 use someone  else's blood
 Our western  stain won't wash away
 won't vanish  in the flood
 It goes deeper  through each hurricane
 and tidal  wave and  war
 We want everything  we see
 and once it's gone  we just  want more
Atlas  had those shoulders
 We've got Ambien  and Jamesons and blow
 to bind  us in a bubble
 keep the newsprint  nightmare distant and  remote
 But when  we wake in guillotines
 And pitch  our screaming fits
 When the governors  strikes up the  band
 And gags  our parted lips
 When the worst case  shows up dressed and dazzling,
 Ready  for the  ball
 Boy, that bubbles  bound to burst,
 And what a tragic way  to fall
The  tabloids tell us hate the rat that
Strikes  those subways closed and  puts you out
Forgot  those 50 hour tunnel weeks inhaling
 Steel dust poison  through his mouth
Well  if he don’t deserve a pension  that
 Makes his family  feel secure
If  we're now so disconnected
 it's our  reflections we ignore
 And if our constant  choices
skim  and pass the writing  on the  wall
 Then, I'm sad to  say we're lost
 and I'm embarrassed  for us all
 Just play that same pattern over until the end of the song...

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Readable chord sheet for Burning City Smoke by Kevin Devine

[A]40 million refugees
with no [D]place on this ea[E]rth to call their home  [A]
one for [A]every aimless graduate
with not[D]hing else to sho[E]w for it but loans [A]
And thos[D]e of us who make[A] a mark
use some[E]one else's blood[A]
Our west[D]ern stain won't wash awa[A]y
won't va[E]nish in the floo[A]d
It goes [Bm]deeper through each hurric[A]ane
and tida[D]l wave a[E]nd war          [Bm]                    [A]
We want everyt[C#m]hing we see     [F#m]
and once it's go[Bm]ne we just[E] want more     [A]
[A]Atlas had those shoulders
We've got Ambie[D]n and Jamesons and blo[E]w                 [A]
to bi[A]nd us in a bubble
keep the newsp[D]rint nightmare distant an[E]d remote            [A]
But when[D] we wake in guil[A]lotines
And pitc[E]h our screaming fits     [A]
When the governo[D]rs strikes up th[A]e band
And gags[E] our parted lips[A]
When the worst c[Bm]ase shows up dressed and d[A]azzling,
Re[D]ady for [E]the ba[Bm]ll       [A]
Boy, that bubb[C#m]les bound to bur[F#m]st,

And what a tragic [Bm]way to [E]fall            [A]
[A]The tabloids tell us hate the rat that
[D]Strikes those subways closed [E]and puts you out       [A]
[A]Forgot those 50 hour tunnel weeks inhali[D]ng
Steel dust poiso[E]n through his mouth  [A]
[D]Well if he don’t deserve a pensi[A]on that
Makes his family[E] feel secur[A]e
[D]If we're now so disconne[A]cted
it's our[E] reflections we [A]ignore
And if our const[Bm]ant choices
[A]skim and pass the writin[D]g on the[E] wall   [Bm]           [A]
Then, I'm sad to[C#m] say we're lost [F#m]
and I'm embarras[Bm]sed for us [E]all  [A]

Just play that same pattern over until the end of the song...

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