Eleutheria

D   G    B E  A D


    Em    D
There are stings strung from a hand
      E                          
They extend to every point across 
      D
this land
   E                     Bm
And the ants keep moving fast
           E                 
They just blink and nod while 
  A            D
miracles slip past


D
There's a face, unearthly clean
      Em                       
That stares up at me from every 
     D
magazine
         Em                      Bm
Computer screens and concrete lines
  G      A                        
I think I might let my 
   D
subscription slide


[Instrumental]
D       G  E A       D

D
There's this song stuck in my brain
Continúa después del anuncio
Em                              
With the unrelenting pulse of the 
   D
inane
        Em                Bm
And the words go tra-la-la
      E           A          D
Tra-la-la-la tra-la-la-la la-da-da


(start struming)
D
There's a tick, and there's a tock
     Em                            
They pursue like Hare Krishnas 
  D
while I walk
F#m         Em                  G
Storefront signs broadcast the time
  A                                
I think I might let my subscription
  D
 slide


[Instrumental]
D       G  E A       D

(picking)
D
There are words hung in the sky
A              E                  
That the crazy children hum while 
 D
they walk by
 Em            Bm        G
Human souls on sale for dimes
  C#m   E                A       
In a game of chutes and ladders 
    D
run by mimes


(struming)
D
There's this voice, it won't shut up
                Em              
Says I should spill my juice and 
    D
overflow the cup
           Em                   G
You've got rules, and I've got mine
  D     A                         
I think I might let my subscription 
D
slide


[Instrumental]
D       G  E A       A

A     D                  
There are rules, and we all 
    G
subscribe

(slow)
 Em     E    A        
I think I'm gonna let my 
                D
subscription slide