Modern Pressure

Am                          
The name of every landlord is 
  G
displayed out on the awning
Am                                
And the farmers in the amber 
       G
fields were harmonized in yawning

Dm                                
As the memory of the ghost hung at
     G     C
 the exit
Dm                          
And the city doctor called in 
               G
feeling head sick

Em                              
All the freedom-founding fathers, 
Am
altogether speak too soon
Em                               
The sounds that mutter underneath, 
Am
the glowing, Greek blue moon

C                                
As tide rose up beyond the 
Dm   Am
walking trail
C                                
Soon un-hibernated every mocking 
D
gale

React to it at your leisure, modern 
pressure

G C/G C/G G x2

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[Verse 2]
Am                            
All the street were filled with 
              G
carbon and a pack of trembling dogs
Am                                
The weather comes in from the east
         G
 and spills a Kremlin fog

Dm                                
As they filled the holes of every 
   G         C
open tomb
Dm                                
Near the factories of dirty broken
   G
 looms

Em                              
The sky was open wide and it was 
Am
pouring Civil War
Em                         
The body that you carry once 
     Am
comprised of simple lore

C                                
Where the iceman at the cinema 
Dm   Am
wrote anagrams
C                             
But no one could blow past your 
   D
little diaphragm

The stillness of the changing 
weather, modern pressure

G C/G C/G G x2

[Verse 3]

Am                                
That oasis sometimes lingers like a 
G
patch of blackened ice
Am                                
And the cellars of the ruins have 
   G
been locked and packed in twice

Dm                                 
Only names are what remain to label
G    C
 you
Dm                                
Where I heard the prayers of sex 
       G
and table food

Em                              
Off beyond the sunrise waits another
Am
 pounding storm
Em                              
Somewhere from the rubble sounds of 
Am
nothing sounding born

C                                
And the zero ground of future 
Dm   Am
battle sights
C                                
While the gods still fill our heads 
D
with satellites