This is my first tab on here, This song is Blind to the Beautiful, the beautiful
new song on the upcoming Fish album Feast of Consequences.
Blind to the Beautiful
Intro: G
Interludes between verses are in G
Solo phrase is the chords for a verse then chorus.
The stars are fa[G]ding, ashes to as[Am]hes and dust to d[C]ust,
The bread we have broke[G]n, the wine we dr[Am]ank from tarnished cu[C]ps,
And I st[F]opped believing in mi[C]racles a lo[G]ng, long time ago,
I lo[F]st my faith and I sac[C]rificed my [G]soul,
I wo[Am]rshiped fallen id[C]ols, chased false pro[G]phets to an end,
To where I j[Am]ust can't see the [C]beautiful any[G]more
The ice retre[G]ating, moun[Am]tains exposed in the s[C]un,
The earth is b[G]aking, rai[Am]ndrops precede the fl[C]oods
And hurr[F]icanes with chi[C]ldren's names wri[G]te our history
Sign[F]atures tracked by sat[C]ellites on h[G]igh,
We should have ta[Am]lked about the we[C]ather a bit more ser[G]iously,
More than s[Am]tocks and shares and corp[C]orate wares,
We were bli[G-C]nded by the skep[G-C]tics and their greed[G]
I j[Am]ust can't see the beaut[C]iful any[G]more;
I j[Am]ust can't see the beaut[C]iful anym[G]ore
I ho[Am]wled and I cried when the m[C]elody died, the s[G]ong was finally over,
There was not[Am]hing to say, wor[C]ds stole away, their mea[G]ning lost in the ether,
W[F]hat there was left stopp[C]ed making sense, a b[G]roken up alphabet, language dispersed
I ju[Am]st can't hear the be[C]autiful an[G]ymore
(Solo/Instrumental)
The oceans are ri[G]sing, i[Am]slands in time disa[C]ppear,
The canyons bu[G]rning, fo[Am]rests consumed by the fl[C]ames,
Wildfir[F]es rage across the p[C]lains to be sta[G]rved by barren soil,
Deser[F]ted farms where se[C]eds refuse to g[G]row,
I clo[Am]se my eyes to clou[C]dless skies I dream of w[G]hat we had before,
I ju[Am]st can't see the beau[C]tiful any[G]more
I jus[Am]t can't see the bea[C]utiful any[G]more
new song on the upcoming Fish album Feast of Consequences.
Blind to the Beautiful
Intro: G
Interludes between verses are in G
Solo phrase is the chords for a verse then chorus.
The stars are fa[G]ding, ashes to as[Am]hes and dust to d[C]ust,
The bread we have broke[G]n, the wine we dr[Am]ank from tarnished cu[C]ps,
And I st[F]opped believing in mi[C]racles a lo[G]ng, long time ago,
I lo[F]st my faith and I sac[C]rificed my [G]soul,
I wo[Am]rshiped fallen id[C]ols, chased false pro[G]phets to an end,
To where I j[Am]ust can't see the [C]beautiful any[G]more
The ice retre[G]ating, moun[Am]tains exposed in the s[C]un,
The earth is b[G]aking, rai[Am]ndrops precede the fl[C]oods
And hurr[F]icanes with chi[C]ldren's names wri[G]te our history
Sign[F]atures tracked by sat[C]ellites on h[G]igh,
We should have ta[Am]lked about the we[C]ather a bit more ser[G]iously,
More than s[Am]tocks and shares and corp[C]orate wares,
We were bli[G-C]nded by the skep[G-C]tics and their greed[G]
I j[Am]ust can't see the beaut[C]iful any[G]more;
I j[Am]ust can't see the beaut[C]iful anym[G]ore
I ho[Am]wled and I cried when the m[C]elody died, the s[G]ong was finally over,
There was not[Am]hing to say, wor[C]ds stole away, their mea[G]ning lost in the ether,
W[F]hat there was left stopp[C]ed making sense, a b[G]roken up alphabet, language dispersed
I ju[Am]st can't hear the be[C]autiful an[G]ymore
(Solo/Instrumental)
The oceans are ri[G]sing, i[Am]slands in time disa[C]ppear,
The canyons bu[G]rning, fo[Am]rests consumed by the fl[C]ames,
Wildfir[F]es rage across the p[C]lains to be sta[G]rved by barren soil,
Deser[F]ted farms where se[C]eds refuse to g[G]row,
I clo[Am]se my eyes to clou[C]dless skies I dream of w[G]hat we had before,
I ju[Am]st can't see the beau[C]tiful any[G]more
I jus[Am]t can't see the bea[C]utiful any[G]more
