Chords for "TREES EAT US ALL" - Tribute to Bill Mollison - Formidable Vegetable Sound System X Hugo The Poet
Tempo:
113.5 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
Am
F
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C]
[Gm]
[D] [G]
[C] Designer, you're now [C] a recliner, so long [G] and thanks for [C] the yield.
And your tools left [G] behind have [C] all sharpened our minds to [Am] keep growing the change in [G] the field.
[C] The future [G] is looking [C] quite shady, under all the [G] ideas that [C] you've grown.
And to look out [G] the window at food in the ground gives [Am] us power to face the [G] unknown.
[C] But trees eat [G] us all in [C] the end, so plant one [G] for me when [C] I'm gone.
Then if you hear that [G] I've died, you [Am] can tell them [F] they've lied, I'm [G] just shading out [C] somebody's lawn.
[E] Hello Spaceship Earth, fellow passengers [G] who make this journey.
This is your crew [Em] speaking out over the [F] loudspeakers as we [E] continue to swerve.
At a thousand miles [C] an hour around [G] space's curve, [C] Spaceship Earth, following our perfect ellipse.
This [G] momentarily eclipsed by a [C] solemn announcement that a grave event has occurred.
One of our [G] greatest captains who [C] faithfully served this Spaceship Earth with [Am] expertise, grace, mirth,
and makeshift work [G] to educate us to make the shift work, has returned his body to the selfsame [C] dirt in the place of his birth.
So valet Bill [G] Mollison, the pioneer [C] of a philosophy we're still following.
The last best hope for [F] any possibility to [C] heal the Holocene.
Bill Mollison, may the odyssey of [G] knowledge you revealed and [C] dropped us on live on long,
after the [Am] body that produced your [C] body of work is [G] long gone.
Digested by the very trees that we plant in your honour, as [C] you combine with detritus.
May the guidance you planted inside us grow permanent [C] cultures of food for Thor Forest.
Consumed by the brain stems of the next generation of captains,
dedicated to managing the fragile balances [B] of Spaceship Earth,
[Am] so we can continue travelling [F] and fly still, [G] the galaxies on this precious and [C] unique spacecraft planet.
Goodbye Bill.
[D] [C]
Tapping into [G] the [C] rhizomes of wisdom, you wove [G] them all into [C] a tale.
And with seeds [G] in your pockets [C] and dirt on your hands, [Am] you took us into the belly [G] of the whale.
Took us into the belly [C] of the whale.
So go [G] on and tell [C] us another, cause your [G] stories are food [C] for the soul.
Helping [G] us to see [C] the forest for the trees [Am] and ourselves as a part [G] of the whole.
See ourselves as a part [C] of the whole.
Yeah, trees [G] eat us all [C] in the end.
Plant [G] one for me [C] when I'm gone.
Then if you hear [G] that I've died, [Am] you can tell them they've [F] lied.
I'm just [G] shading out [C] somebody's lawn.
Enjoy this planet, our magnificent vessel for travelling.
See forests for trees, hear [D] the roots and the sap sing.
In this very day, [B] purchase a new sapling.
Select a spot, a [Am] delectable plot for its [C] limbs and leaves to plot out the sky.
Until every blade of grass on the lawn has died.
A beautiful shade for your thoughts to reside.
And each subsequent day from your windowsill, see the tree grow with [G] its infinite skill and sit still.
Remembering all the while that you did it for Bill.
[C] Though the [G] problems around [C] us are many, the answers [G] come to [C] us with ease.
Take care [G] of the land, [C] your friends and your family and [Am] remember to plant [G] lots of trees.
[C] Trees eat us all [C] in the end.
Plant [G] one for me [C] when I'm gone.
Then if you hear [G] that I've died, [Am] you can tell them they've [F] lied.
I'm [G] just shading out [C] somebody's lawn.
Yeah, well, trees eat us all in the end.
Plant one for me when I'm gone.
Then if you hear [G] that I've died, [Am] you can tell them they've [F] lied.
I'm [G] just shading out [C] somebody's lawn.
[D]
[C]
[F] G'day, I'm Charlie McGee and my house is a van that runs on old vegetable [Bb] oil.
My friends are mostly creative weirdos and [C] my job is playing [Bb] ukulele and singing songs about gardening, [F] chickens and edible weeds.
You [Ab] are [Bb] what you eat.
[Bb] And you are what you [Fm] eat.
[N]
[Gm]
[D] [G]
[C] Designer, you're now [C] a recliner, so long [G] and thanks for [C] the yield.
And your tools left [G] behind have [C] all sharpened our minds to [Am] keep growing the change in [G] the field.
[C] The future [G] is looking [C] quite shady, under all the [G] ideas that [C] you've grown.
And to look out [G] the window at food in the ground gives [Am] us power to face the [G] unknown.
[C] But trees eat [G] us all in [C] the end, so plant one [G] for me when [C] I'm gone.
Then if you hear that [G] I've died, you [Am] can tell them [F] they've lied, I'm [G] just shading out [C] somebody's lawn.
[E] Hello Spaceship Earth, fellow passengers [G] who make this journey.
This is your crew [Em] speaking out over the [F] loudspeakers as we [E] continue to swerve.
At a thousand miles [C] an hour around [G] space's curve, [C] Spaceship Earth, following our perfect ellipse.
This [G] momentarily eclipsed by a [C] solemn announcement that a grave event has occurred.
One of our [G] greatest captains who [C] faithfully served this Spaceship Earth with [Am] expertise, grace, mirth,
and makeshift work [G] to educate us to make the shift work, has returned his body to the selfsame [C] dirt in the place of his birth.
So valet Bill [G] Mollison, the pioneer [C] of a philosophy we're still following.
The last best hope for [F] any possibility to [C] heal the Holocene.
Bill Mollison, may the odyssey of [G] knowledge you revealed and [C] dropped us on live on long,
after the [Am] body that produced your [C] body of work is [G] long gone.
Digested by the very trees that we plant in your honour, as [C] you combine with detritus.
May the guidance you planted inside us grow permanent [C] cultures of food for Thor Forest.
Consumed by the brain stems of the next generation of captains,
dedicated to managing the fragile balances [B] of Spaceship Earth,
[Am] so we can continue travelling [F] and fly still, [G] the galaxies on this precious and [C] unique spacecraft planet.
Goodbye Bill.
[D] [C]
Tapping into [G] the [C] rhizomes of wisdom, you wove [G] them all into [C] a tale.
And with seeds [G] in your pockets [C] and dirt on your hands, [Am] you took us into the belly [G] of the whale.
Took us into the belly [C] of the whale.
So go [G] on and tell [C] us another, cause your [G] stories are food [C] for the soul.
Helping [G] us to see [C] the forest for the trees [Am] and ourselves as a part [G] of the whole.
See ourselves as a part [C] of the whole.
Yeah, trees [G] eat us all [C] in the end.
Plant [G] one for me [C] when I'm gone.
Then if you hear [G] that I've died, [Am] you can tell them they've [F] lied.
I'm just [G] shading out [C] somebody's lawn.
Enjoy this planet, our magnificent vessel for travelling.
See forests for trees, hear [D] the roots and the sap sing.
In this very day, [B] purchase a new sapling.
Select a spot, a [Am] delectable plot for its [C] limbs and leaves to plot out the sky.
Until every blade of grass on the lawn has died.
A beautiful shade for your thoughts to reside.
And each subsequent day from your windowsill, see the tree grow with [G] its infinite skill and sit still.
Remembering all the while that you did it for Bill.
[C] Though the [G] problems around [C] us are many, the answers [G] come to [C] us with ease.
Take care [G] of the land, [C] your friends and your family and [Am] remember to plant [G] lots of trees.
[C] Trees eat us all [C] in the end.
Plant [G] one for me [C] when I'm gone.
Then if you hear [G] that I've died, [Am] you can tell them they've [F] lied.
I'm [G] just shading out [C] somebody's lawn.
Yeah, well, trees eat us all in the end.
Plant one for me when I'm gone.
Then if you hear [G] that I've died, [Am] you can tell them they've [F] lied.
I'm [G] just shading out [C] somebody's lawn.
[D]
[C]
[F] G'day, I'm Charlie McGee and my house is a van that runs on old vegetable [Bb] oil.
My friends are mostly creative weirdos and [C] my job is playing [Bb] ukulele and singing songs about gardening, [F] chickens and edible weeds.
You [Ab] are [Bb] what you eat.
[Bb] And you are what you [Fm] eat.
[N]
Key:
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C] Designer, you're now [C] a recliner, _ so long [G] and thanks for [C] the yield.
_ And your tools left [G] behind have [C] all sharpened our minds to [Am] keep growing the change in [G] the field.
_ [C] The future [G] is looking [C] quite shady, _ under all the [G] ideas that [C] you've grown.
_ And to look out [G] the window at food in the ground gives [Am] us power to face the [G] unknown.
_ [C] But trees eat [G] us all in [C] the end, _ so plant one [G] for me when [C] I'm gone.
_ Then if you hear that [G] I've died, you [Am] can tell them [F] they've lied, I'm [G] just shading out [C] somebody's lawn.
_ [E] Hello Spaceship Earth, fellow passengers [G] who make this journey.
This is your crew [Em] speaking out over the [F] loudspeakers as we [E] continue to swerve.
At a thousand miles [C] an hour around [G] space's curve, [C] Spaceship Earth, following our perfect ellipse.
This [G] momentarily eclipsed by a [C] solemn announcement that a grave event has occurred.
One of our [G] greatest captains who [C] faithfully served this Spaceship Earth with [Am] expertise, grace, mirth,
and makeshift work [G] to educate us to make the shift work, has returned his body to the selfsame [C] dirt in the place of his birth.
So valet Bill [G] Mollison, the pioneer [C] of a philosophy we're still following.
The last best hope for [F] any possibility to [C] heal the Holocene.
Bill Mollison, may the odyssey of [G] knowledge you revealed and [C] dropped us on live on long,
after the [Am] body that produced your [C] body of work is [G] long gone.
Digested by the very trees that we plant in your honour, as [C] you combine with detritus.
May the guidance you planted inside us grow permanent [C] cultures of food for Thor Forest.
Consumed by the brain stems of the next generation of captains,
dedicated to managing the fragile balances [B] of Spaceship Earth,
[Am] so we can continue travelling [F] and fly still, [G] the galaxies on this precious and [C] unique spacecraft planet.
Goodbye Bill. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ Tapping into [G] the [C] rhizomes of wisdom, _ you wove [G] them all into [C] a tale.
_ And with seeds [G] in your pockets [C] and dirt on your hands, [Am] you took us into the belly [G] of the whale.
_ Took us into the belly [C] of the whale.
_ So go [G] on and tell [C] us another, _ cause your [G] stories are food [C] for the soul.
_ _ Helping [G] us to see [C] the forest for the trees [Am] and ourselves as a part [G] of the whole.
_ See ourselves as a part [C] of the whole.
_ Yeah, trees [G] eat us all [C] in the end.
_ _ Plant [G] one for me [C] when I'm gone.
_ Then if you hear [G] that I've died, [Am] you can tell them they've [F] lied.
I'm just [G] shading out [C] somebody's lawn.
_ Enjoy this planet, our magnificent vessel for travelling.
See forests for trees, hear [D] the roots and the sap sing.
In this very day, [B] purchase a new sapling.
Select a spot, a [Am] delectable plot for its [C] limbs and leaves to plot out the sky.
Until every blade of grass on the lawn has died.
A beautiful shade for your thoughts to reside.
And each subsequent day from your windowsill, see the tree grow with [G] its infinite skill and sit still.
Remembering all the while that you did it for Bill.
[C] Though the [G] problems around [C] us are many, _ the answers [G] come to [C] us with ease.
Take care [G] of the land, [C] your friends and your family and [Am] remember to plant [G] lots of trees.
_ _ [C] Trees eat us all [C] in the end.
_ _ Plant [G] one for me [C] when I'm gone.
Then if you hear [G] that I've died, [Am] you can tell them they've [F] lied.
I'm [G] just shading out [C] somebody's lawn.
_ Yeah, well, trees eat us all in the end.
_ _ Plant one for me when I'm gone.
_ Then if you hear [G] that I've died, [Am] you can tell them they've [F] lied.
I'm [G] just shading out [C] somebody's lawn.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [F] G'day, I'm Charlie McGee and my house is a van that runs on old vegetable [Bb] oil.
My friends are mostly creative weirdos and [C] my job is playing [Bb] ukulele and singing songs about gardening, [F] chickens and edible weeds.
You [Ab] are _ [Bb] what you eat.
_ [Bb] And you are _ what you [Fm] eat. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C] Designer, you're now [C] a recliner, _ so long [G] and thanks for [C] the yield.
_ And your tools left [G] behind have [C] all sharpened our minds to [Am] keep growing the change in [G] the field.
_ [C] The future [G] is looking [C] quite shady, _ under all the [G] ideas that [C] you've grown.
_ And to look out [G] the window at food in the ground gives [Am] us power to face the [G] unknown.
_ [C] But trees eat [G] us all in [C] the end, _ so plant one [G] for me when [C] I'm gone.
_ Then if you hear that [G] I've died, you [Am] can tell them [F] they've lied, I'm [G] just shading out [C] somebody's lawn.
_ [E] Hello Spaceship Earth, fellow passengers [G] who make this journey.
This is your crew [Em] speaking out over the [F] loudspeakers as we [E] continue to swerve.
At a thousand miles [C] an hour around [G] space's curve, [C] Spaceship Earth, following our perfect ellipse.
This [G] momentarily eclipsed by a [C] solemn announcement that a grave event has occurred.
One of our [G] greatest captains who [C] faithfully served this Spaceship Earth with [Am] expertise, grace, mirth,
and makeshift work [G] to educate us to make the shift work, has returned his body to the selfsame [C] dirt in the place of his birth.
So valet Bill [G] Mollison, the pioneer [C] of a philosophy we're still following.
The last best hope for [F] any possibility to [C] heal the Holocene.
Bill Mollison, may the odyssey of [G] knowledge you revealed and [C] dropped us on live on long,
after the [Am] body that produced your [C] body of work is [G] long gone.
Digested by the very trees that we plant in your honour, as [C] you combine with detritus.
May the guidance you planted inside us grow permanent [C] cultures of food for Thor Forest.
Consumed by the brain stems of the next generation of captains,
dedicated to managing the fragile balances [B] of Spaceship Earth,
[Am] so we can continue travelling [F] and fly still, [G] the galaxies on this precious and [C] unique spacecraft planet.
Goodbye Bill. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ Tapping into [G] the [C] rhizomes of wisdom, _ you wove [G] them all into [C] a tale.
_ And with seeds [G] in your pockets [C] and dirt on your hands, [Am] you took us into the belly [G] of the whale.
_ Took us into the belly [C] of the whale.
_ So go [G] on and tell [C] us another, _ cause your [G] stories are food [C] for the soul.
_ _ Helping [G] us to see [C] the forest for the trees [Am] and ourselves as a part [G] of the whole.
_ See ourselves as a part [C] of the whole.
_ Yeah, trees [G] eat us all [C] in the end.
_ _ Plant [G] one for me [C] when I'm gone.
_ Then if you hear [G] that I've died, [Am] you can tell them they've [F] lied.
I'm just [G] shading out [C] somebody's lawn.
_ Enjoy this planet, our magnificent vessel for travelling.
See forests for trees, hear [D] the roots and the sap sing.
In this very day, [B] purchase a new sapling.
Select a spot, a [Am] delectable plot for its [C] limbs and leaves to plot out the sky.
Until every blade of grass on the lawn has died.
A beautiful shade for your thoughts to reside.
And each subsequent day from your windowsill, see the tree grow with [G] its infinite skill and sit still.
Remembering all the while that you did it for Bill.
[C] Though the [G] problems around [C] us are many, _ the answers [G] come to [C] us with ease.
Take care [G] of the land, [C] your friends and your family and [Am] remember to plant [G] lots of trees.
_ _ [C] Trees eat us all [C] in the end.
_ _ Plant [G] one for me [C] when I'm gone.
Then if you hear [G] that I've died, [Am] you can tell them they've [F] lied.
I'm [G] just shading out [C] somebody's lawn.
_ Yeah, well, trees eat us all in the end.
_ _ Plant one for me when I'm gone.
_ Then if you hear [G] that I've died, [Am] you can tell them they've [F] lied.
I'm [G] just shading out [C] somebody's lawn.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [F] G'day, I'm Charlie McGee and my house is a van that runs on old vegetable [Bb] oil.
My friends are mostly creative weirdos and [C] my job is playing [Bb] ukulele and singing songs about gardening, [F] chickens and edible weeds.
You [Ab] are _ [Bb] what you eat.
_ [Bb] And you are _ what you [Fm] eat. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _