From the 2007 album ?High?
(Am C)x8
Verse 1:
[G] Down beneath the [Em]swoosh of the turbines,
[F] The long grass it b[Em]lows in ripples,
[G] There?s a beautiful [Em]spiral of roads,
[F] That lead the lost up here.
[G] I was watching the [Em]birds taking off,
To [F]swoop down over the c[Em]ity,
[G] They find and take just [Em]what they need,
And [F]turn, turn, turn.
Chorus:
The [Am]movers move, the [C]shakers shake,
The [Am]winners write their h[C]istory,
But from [Am]high on the [C]high hills
It [Am]all looks like n[C]othing.
The [Am]movers move, the [C]shakers shake,
The [Am]winners write their h[C]istory,
But from [Am]high on the [C]high hills
It [Am]all looks like n[C]othing.
Verse 2:
[G] That afternoon on the [Em]hustler gate,
With a[F]ll the TVs[Em] flickering,
[G] While behind the [Em]sky was moving,
[F]Liquid crimson gold.
[G] Brothers, sisters,[Em] pay no heed
To the [F]unfaithful me[Em]ssengers,
[G] For theirs is a [Em]prison world,
Of [F]lies, lies, lies.
Chorus
Bridge:
[D] The keening wind,
It blows though me, it [F]blows through me.
[D] My time it must,
Be almost [F]done, be almost done.
(Am C)x4
Outro:
[Am]All these things you [C]fear so much
De[Am]pend on angles of [C]vision.
[Am] Down in the [C]maze of walls,
[Am] You can?t see what?s [C]coming,
But from [Am]high on the [C]high hills
It [Am]all looks like [C]nothing,
From [Am]high on the [C]high hills
Am C (Am C)x4 D5 E5 C5 D5 (Am C)x4 D5 E5 C5 D5 Am
It all looks like nothing, nothing.
(Am C)x8
Verse 1:
[G] Down beneath the [Em]swoosh of the turbines,
[F] The long grass it b[Em]lows in ripples,
[G] There?s a beautiful [Em]spiral of roads,
[F] That lead the lost up here.
[G] I was watching the [Em]birds taking off,
To [F]swoop down over the c[Em]ity,
[G] They find and take just [Em]what they need,
And [F]turn, turn, turn.
Chorus:
The [Am]movers move, the [C]shakers shake,
The [Am]winners write their h[C]istory,
But from [Am]high on the [C]high hills
It [Am]all looks like n[C]othing.
The [Am]movers move, the [C]shakers shake,
The [Am]winners write their h[C]istory,
But from [Am]high on the [C]high hills
It [Am]all looks like n[C]othing.
Verse 2:
[G] That afternoon on the [Em]hustler gate,
With a[F]ll the TVs[Em] flickering,
[G] While behind the [Em]sky was moving,
[F]Liquid crimson gold.
[G] Brothers, sisters,[Em] pay no heed
To the [F]unfaithful me[Em]ssengers,
[G] For theirs is a [Em]prison world,
Of [F]lies, lies, lies.
Chorus
Bridge:
[D] The keening wind,
It blows though me, it [F]blows through me.
[D] My time it must,
Be almost [F]done, be almost done.
(Am C)x4
Outro:
[Am]All these things you [C]fear so much
De[Am]pend on angles of [C]vision.
[Am] Down in the [C]maze of walls,
[Am] You can?t see what?s [C]coming,
But from [Am]high on the [C]high hills
It [Am]all looks like [C]nothing,
From [Am]high on the [C]high hills
Am C (Am C)x4 D5 E5 C5 D5 (Am C)x4 D5 E5 C5 D5 Am
It all looks like nothing, nothing.
