Light Pollution

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                             LIGHT POLLUTION - Bright Eyes
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Tabbed by: John Morisi

This is my favorite song by Bright 
Eyes, and I couldn't believe that 
not a single
person had the chords correct on the
 internet. It's a very simple song, 
only 5 chords.

Tuning: Standard

Capo Second Fret

Verse:
F                         C
   John A. Hobson was a good man
G                                 
   He used to loan me books and mic 
Am
stands
F                         C
   He even got me a subscription
          G
   To the Socialist Review
F                            
   Listening to records in his 
     C
basement
G                         
   Old folk songs about the 
     Am
government
F                                  C
   It's love of money not the market
                     G
   He said, "These fuckers push on 
you"

Chorus:
                 F                C
   And freedom yells, it don't cry
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                F            Am
   Whatever sells will decide
                  F               Am
   But there's no hell when you die
                    G
   So don't look so worried

Verse:
   He got a nightlife, lost his day 
job
   Pushing papers, swinging 
pendulums
   Anything to serve a function
   Or to occupy some time
   You've got to earn this living 
somehow
   You're good as dead without a 
bank account
   But it's funny how alive he felt
   Down in that unemployment line

Chorus:
   With all that trash at his feet
   The pools of piss in the street
   All of that filthy empathy
   For the way we're feeling

Bridge:
Em                  Am           
   The billboard's shade, the 
             G
flags, they wave
                    C
   The anthem was playing loud
Am             C              F 
   The baseball game was letting
           G
 out
Em            Am                  G
   And all at once he saw the dust
                     C
   And heard every tiny sound
Am           C              
   Got in his truck and turned 
       F          G
around

**Pause**
   Drove out through the...

   F               C
   Crowd and the cops
                      F        C
   Drove out past that center mall
                        F       
   Drove out past that sickening 
     C
sprawl
                 F             C
   Out past that fenced in gold
                F           C
   And maybe he lost control
                    F       C
   Fucking with the radio
                  F             
   But I bet the stars seemed so 
  Am             G
close at the end
          F        C
   At the end
          F        C
   At the end
          F        C
   At the end
          F        C
   At the end