Folk Alley Sessions: Brown Bird - "The Messenger" Chords

_ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
There are fleeting fits of reason between [Am] the sleeping and the drinks. _ _
[B] When a million different _ sensory [Em] _ _ experiences blend. _ _
[A] And [Em] it's there within the _ momentary [Am] darkness you can breathe. _ _
[C] Be a form without [G] _ [B] reflection or [Em] debris.
_ _ _ _ [G] _
[E] There are [Em] bloody bouts of tenderness [Am] against the bonds of fear. _ _
[B] Fixed in combat _ everlasting, _
[Em] as you circled ever near.
_ And now they're placing bets to start here.
[Am] Who will be the first to feast?
_ We [C] can flood the [G] [B] battlefield with [Em] song and beat. _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ [Am] Barrel-chested bankers buying [Em] _ billboards by the score. _ _
[Am] _ Placing all their eggs in baskets,
[B] made of future feudal _ [A] [F#] wars.
Now [Em] their children fight in micro-casks,
[Am] mirrors of their games.
_ _ [C] And the messenger will [B] always be the [E] blame.
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ [G] _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ [F#] _
[E] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
[Am] _ _ _ [B] _ [A] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
There are centuries of seasons,
[Am] turning white to green to brown. _ _
[B] Cycling through each solar _ sequence,
[Em] every temperament's around.
_ _ This _ incessant spinning ceases, _
[Am] making dizzy all our days. _ _
[C] We'll succumb to [G] something [B] _ stranger _
[Em] anyway.
_ _ _ To some [C] disaster [D] of [B] a disorienting brand [Em] new day. _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ Barrel [Am]-chested bankers [Em] buying billboards by the score.
[G] _ _
[Am] _ Placing all their eggs in [B] baskets,
made of future feudal _ [A] [Em] wars.
Now their children fight in micro _ [Am]-casks,
mirrors of their games.
_ [C] And the messenger [B] will always be [Em] the blame.
_ _ _ _ Yeah, [C] the messenger [B] will always be [Em] the blame. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _