Chords for Paul Muldoon / Iarla Ó Lionáird - Freedom / Saoirse
Tempo:
107.15 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
Em
D
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G] [A] [G] [C]
[G]
[C]
[G] Freedom.
I'm going down among the [C] ordinary [G] people.
I'm going to get up on my own two
feet and go right down to where they're gathered tonight.
I'm going down in search
of some good old servitude instead of this poisonous freedom stuff that turns out to
be so grim and gruff.
[Bm] [C]
[Em] [G] [C] [G]
[C] [Em] [G] [Em] [G]
[C] [G]
[Em] [Bm] [Em] I'll go looking [A] for [G] the company of those who could never see the point of being cut
off and free.
I'll listen to the two cents worth they'll rearrange like so much spare change.
[C] [G]
[Em] [G] [C]
[G] [Em] [Bm] [C]
[G] [C] [D]
[G] I've had thoughts springing of late in my skull.
[Em] These thoughts [G] springing of late are
unruly and intemperate.
But I'll try to give my attention to things that are all tied up
to every dogged idea and its pop.
Yup.
To power.
To contract.
[C]
[G]
[C]
[G]
[Em] [G]
[C] [G]
[C] [G] I've had [C] thoughts [G] springing of late in my skull.
These thoughts springing of late are
unruly and intemperate.
But [Em] I'll try to give my attention to things that are all tied up
to every dogged idea and its pop.
Yup.
To power.
To contract.
I've had thoughts springing of late in my skull.
These thoughts springing of late are
[G] unruly [C] and intemperate.
[D]
[G] But I'll try to give my [C] [G] attention to things that are all tied up
I've had thoughts springing of late in my skull.
These thoughts springing of late are
[D] unruly and intemperate.
But I'll try to give my attention to things that are [G]
all tied [Em] up
to everything about independence that irks.
The mind that falls [G] into the deep furrow of
freedom will never spring up afresh.
That mind is pre-trampled, pre [Em]-threshed.
There
aren't any God-made hills in that vicinity, [D] but abstract hills.
[G] Hills of the imagination
keeping their [C] own hard station.
[G]
Every last one of those hills is coming down with wishes
and deep desires that never meet the goals to which they aspire.
There are no limits
to the idea of freedom, nor the range of the imagination.
There are no bounds to any of
those deep desires.
There's no reprieve to be fond.
[Em] [G] [C] [Em]
[Am] [G] [Em]
[G] [C]
[G]
[Em] [G]
[C] [G] [C]
[G]
[C] [G]
[N]
[G]
[C]
[G] Freedom.
I'm going down among the [C] ordinary [G] people.
I'm going to get up on my own two
feet and go right down to where they're gathered tonight.
I'm going down in search
of some good old servitude instead of this poisonous freedom stuff that turns out to
be so grim and gruff.
[Bm] [C]
[Em] [G] [C] [G]
[C] [Em] [G] [Em] [G]
[C] [G]
[Em] [Bm] [Em] I'll go looking [A] for [G] the company of those who could never see the point of being cut
off and free.
I'll listen to the two cents worth they'll rearrange like so much spare change.
[C] [G]
[Em] [G] [C]
[G] [Em] [Bm] [C]
[G] [C] [D]
[G] I've had thoughts springing of late in my skull.
[Em] These thoughts [G] springing of late are
unruly and intemperate.
But I'll try to give my attention to things that are all tied up
to every dogged idea and its pop.
Yup.
To power.
To contract.
[C]
[G]
[C]
[G]
[Em] [G]
[C] [G]
[C] [G] I've had [C] thoughts [G] springing of late in my skull.
These thoughts springing of late are
unruly and intemperate.
But [Em] I'll try to give my attention to things that are all tied up
to every dogged idea and its pop.
Yup.
To power.
To contract.
I've had thoughts springing of late in my skull.
These thoughts springing of late are
[G] unruly [C] and intemperate.
[D]
[G] But I'll try to give my [C] [G] attention to things that are all tied up
I've had thoughts springing of late in my skull.
These thoughts springing of late are
[D] unruly and intemperate.
But I'll try to give my attention to things that are [G]
all tied [Em] up
to everything about independence that irks.
The mind that falls [G] into the deep furrow of
freedom will never spring up afresh.
That mind is pre-trampled, pre [Em]-threshed.
There
aren't any God-made hills in that vicinity, [D] but abstract hills.
[G] Hills of the imagination
keeping their [C] own hard station.
[G]
Every last one of those hills is coming down with wishes
and deep desires that never meet the goals to which they aspire.
There are no limits
to the idea of freedom, nor the range of the imagination.
There are no bounds to any of
those deep desires.
There's no reprieve to be fond.
[Em] [G] [C] [Em]
[Am] [G] [Em]
[G] [C]
[G]
[Em] [G]
[C] [G] [C]
[G]
[C] [G]
[N]
Key:
G
C
Em
D
Bm
G
C
Em
[G] _ _ [A] _ [G] _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ Freedom.
_ _ I'm going down among the [C] ordinary [G] people.
_ I'm going to get up on my own two
feet and go right down to where they're gathered tonight.
I'm going down in search
of some good old servitude instead of this poisonous freedom stuff that turns out to
be so grim and gruff.
_ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ [C] _
_ [Em] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _
[C] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [G] _ [Em] _ [G] _
_ [C] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ [Bm] _ [Em] _ I'll go looking [A] for [G] the company of those who could never see the point of being cut
off and free.
I'll listen to the two cents worth they'll rearrange like so much spare change.
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ [G] _ [C] _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ [Bm] _ [C] _
_ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ [G] I've had thoughts springing of late in my skull.
[Em] These thoughts [G] springing of late are
_ unruly and intemperate.
But I'll try to give my attention to things that are all tied up
to every dogged idea and its pop.
Yup.
To power.
To contract.
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ [G] _ _
[C] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ [G] _ I've had _ [C] thoughts [G] _ _ _ springing of late in my skull.
_ _ _ _ These thoughts _ _ springing of late _ _ _ are _
_ _ unruly and intemperate.
_ But [Em] I'll try to give my attention to things that are all tied up
to every dogged idea and its pop.
Yup.
To power.
To contract.
I've had thoughts springing of late in my skull.
These thoughts springing of late are
[G] _ unruly _ [C] and intemperate.
[D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] But I'll try to give my _ _ [C] [G] attention _ to things that are _ _ _ all tied up
I've had thoughts springing of late in my skull.
These thoughts _ _ springing of late are _
[D] unruly and intemperate.
But I'll try to give my attention to things that are _ [G]
all tied _ _ [Em] _ up
to everything about independence that irks.
The mind that falls [G] into the deep furrow of
freedom will never spring up afresh.
That mind is pre-trampled, pre [Em]-threshed.
There
aren't any God-made hills in that vicinity, [D] but abstract hills.
[G] Hills of the imagination _
keeping their [C] own hard station.
[G] _
Every last one of those hills is coming down with wishes
and deep desires that never meet the goals to which they aspire.
_ There are no limits
to the idea of freedom, nor the range of the imagination.
There are no bounds to any of
those deep desires.
_ There's no reprieve to be fond.
_ _ _ [Em] _ [G] _ [C] _ [Em] _ _
_ [Am] _ [G] _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ [C] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ [G] _
_ [C] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ Freedom.
_ _ I'm going down among the [C] ordinary [G] people.
_ I'm going to get up on my own two
feet and go right down to where they're gathered tonight.
I'm going down in search
of some good old servitude instead of this poisonous freedom stuff that turns out to
be so grim and gruff.
_ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ [C] _
_ [Em] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _
[C] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [G] _ [Em] _ [G] _
_ [C] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ [Bm] _ [Em] _ I'll go looking [A] for [G] the company of those who could never see the point of being cut
off and free.
I'll listen to the two cents worth they'll rearrange like so much spare change.
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ [G] _ [C] _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ [Bm] _ [C] _
_ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ [G] I've had thoughts springing of late in my skull.
[Em] These thoughts [G] springing of late are
_ unruly and intemperate.
But I'll try to give my attention to things that are all tied up
to every dogged idea and its pop.
Yup.
To power.
To contract.
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ [G] _ _
[C] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ [G] _ I've had _ [C] thoughts [G] _ _ _ springing of late in my skull.
_ _ _ _ These thoughts _ _ springing of late _ _ _ are _
_ _ unruly and intemperate.
_ But [Em] I'll try to give my attention to things that are all tied up
to every dogged idea and its pop.
Yup.
To power.
To contract.
I've had thoughts springing of late in my skull.
These thoughts springing of late are
[G] _ unruly _ [C] and intemperate.
[D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] But I'll try to give my _ _ [C] [G] attention _ to things that are _ _ _ all tied up
I've had thoughts springing of late in my skull.
These thoughts _ _ springing of late are _
[D] unruly and intemperate.
But I'll try to give my attention to things that are _ [G]
all tied _ _ [Em] _ up
to everything about independence that irks.
The mind that falls [G] into the deep furrow of
freedom will never spring up afresh.
That mind is pre-trampled, pre [Em]-threshed.
There
aren't any God-made hills in that vicinity, [D] but abstract hills.
[G] Hills of the imagination _
keeping their [C] own hard station.
[G] _
Every last one of those hills is coming down with wishes
and deep desires that never meet the goals to which they aspire.
_ There are no limits
to the idea of freedom, nor the range of the imagination.
There are no bounds to any of
those deep desires.
_ There's no reprieve to be fond.
_ _ _ [Em] _ [G] _ [C] _ [Em] _ _
_ [Am] _ [G] _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ [C] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ [G] _
_ [C] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _