Chords for Folk Alley Sessions: Brown Bird - "Threads of Measure"

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_ [Em] _ Torn by travel, toil and treason, [A] _ [G] Tired by [A] praying _ [G] _ rhymes, _ _
_ Devil drowning, _ voice of [A] reason, [D] Die _ _ _
[Em] decaying night. _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ Mending [A] miles with [G] rids of measure, [A] _ _ [Em] Letting [A] this all _ [G] last, _ _
_ Graveling [B] minds of [G] pain and pleasure, [A] _ _ [Em] Life of death being a _ [D] fire.
_ [E] Souls [D#]
[E] fallen, [F#] hands [G] laid down like a [E] ladder bone,
[Em] _ Frozen fragments, [A] hopes held held, [C] fatal _ [D#] [Em] blows,
Burns our eyes [Am] with bone, [Bm] burns so far gone,
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Stones and statues [D#] we can't [E] let go.
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[Em] _ _ _ [D#] _ [E] _ Unholy [Em] chasms and Apollo [E] hills,
Steady arrows [G] firing, summon [A] our will,
[C] Some breeze worth [B] behind, what is seen [C] in this haunting us [F#] still.
[A] _ _ [B] _ [E] What was one has [D#m] become, [Em] individual _ parts,
The bone of the soul, with its ritual [D#] [C] starts,
With our wills _
[A] overthrown, at the whim of perpetual [Em] _ _
hearts.
_ _ _ One day, no sword is [Am] soul, without its [G] purpose,
Ground lost, a gun to send [B] it round,
[Em] When thunder, voices cease [Am] to shower us,
The wolves [G] give me rage, [B] receive [E] the _ underground.
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_ _ _ [D#] _ [E] Shifting _ [Em]
morality, rising decline,
Into tick-tocking tampon, [E] hard wax,
The mind we [C] pursue, what's [D]
perceived,
Is a shortcut [A] to the cheapest [Em] supply. _
_ _ _ _ [Bm] One [Em] day, no sword [A] is soul, without its purpose,
[G] Ground lost, a gun to send it [B] round,
[Em] When thunder, voices [Am] cease to shower us,
The wolves [G] give me rage, [B] receive [E] the underground. _
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