Текст песни с аккордами
Вступление Song: “Cynicism” Artist: Josh Garrels Album: “Love & War: B-sides & Remixes EP” Contributor: Davy Codington [NOTE] The baseline is much more involved than the chords listed below. The F chord in the verses is pretty subtle (so I could have it wrong); it’s more obvious in the second paragraph (the bridge) starting “Don’t stand alone…” Switching back and forth between Am and G works just as well. [Intro] Am G Am G Am G Am G [Verse 1] Am G F Cynicism is the sickness of my culture Am G F We undress each other with an evil eye Am G F Concentric circles we look like vultures Am G F When we feast on the failures of the lives we criticize [Bridge 1] Am G F Don't stand alone and cast your stones at her Am G F Unless you think you're innocent yourself Am G F The measure that we use to condemn men Am G F Will be the same that's poured out upon our heads [Chorus] G A We've all gone astray D C (F) G We kick against the pricks so convinced we know the way A But who can repay D F G A The love we sacrificed for an empire made of clay D G C (C) No no, no no……. A D G C Am G Am G No no, no no……. [Verse 2] Am G F Self-promotions how we function in this culture Am G F We fight for the spotlight with a peacocks pride Am G F And then condescend to all the lesser men Am G F From thrones we make of payed accolades and a compromise [Bridge 2] Am G F There is no power that a man can have Am G F Unless it's given to him from above Am G F Our ladders of success descend to hell Am G F Don't sell your soul and lose your one true love [Chorus] G A We've all gone astray D C (F) G We kick against the pricks so convinced we know the way A But who can repay D F G The love we sacrificed for an empire made of clay G A We've all gone astray D C (F) G We kick against the pricks so convinced we know the way A But who can repay D F G A The love we sacrificed to be kings for a day D G C (C) No no, no no……. A D G C No no, no no……. A D G C No no, no no……. A D G C A No no, no no…….
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