Lirik dan Chord Lagu Bowl of Oranges - Bright Eyes

JAKARTA, KOMPAS.com - "Bowl of Oranges" merupakan sebuah lagu folk rock dari grup band indie Bright Eyes.

Lagu ini dimuat dalam album mereka yang berjudul Lifted or The Story Is in the Soil, Keep Your Ear to the Ground.

Album keempat mereka tersebut rilis pada Agustus 2002 silam dengan total 13 lagu.

Baca juga: Lirik dan Chord Lagu Classic Cars - Bright Eyes

Lagu "Bowl of Oranges" sendiri menceritakan perkembangan hidup seseorang yang telah melalaui berbagai pengalaman dan kejadian yang tak menyenangkan.

Berikut ini lirik dan chord lagu "Bowl of Oranges" oleh Bright Eyes:

[Verse 1]
         C                                            G
The rain, it started tappin, on the window near my bed
                        F                                    G
There was a loophole in my dreamin, so I got out of it
            Am                                                       F
And to my surprise my eyes were wide and already open
                 D7                                               G
To my nightstand and my dresser where those nightmares had just been
C                                                          G
So I dressed myself and left them, out into the grey streets
F                                                    G
But everything seemed different, completely new to me
Am                                                                F
The sky, the trees, houses, buildings, even my own body
D7                                                G
And each person I encountered, I couldn’t wait to meet
C                                               G
And I came upon a doctor, who appeared in quite poor health
                                   F                                        G
I said there’s nothing that I can do for you you can’t do for yourself
                 Am                                                 F
He said “Oh yes you can just hold my hand, I think that that would help”
D7                                                 G
So I sat with him a while, and I asked him how he felt

[Chorus 1]
                Csus4 C/B Am         Csus4 C/B Am
He said "I think I'm cured, in fact I'm sure.
        Csus4 C/B Am                  G
Thank you stranger, for your therapeutic smile."

C G F G Am F D7 G

[Verse 2]
              C                                          G
So that’s how I learned the lesson, that everyone’s alone
F                                                                   G
And your eyes must do some raining, if you’re ever gonna grow
                    Am                                                                             F
And when cryin don’t help, you can’t compose yourself it’s best to compose a poem
D7                                         G
An honest verse of longing, or a simple song of hope
                           C                                           G
That’s why I’m singin’ baby don’t worry, cause now I've got you back
                      F                                                G
And every time you feel like crying, I’m gonna try and make you laugh
Am                                                                  F
And if I can’t, if it just hurts too bad, then we’ll wait for it to pass
D7                                                             G
And I will keep you company, for those days so long and black
C                                                                  G
And we’ll keep working on the problem, that no one ever solved
                 F                                                  G
Of love’s uneven remainders, our lives are fractions of a whole
                      Am                                              F
But if the world could remain within a frame, like a painting on a wall
D7                                                             G
Then I think we’d see the beauty and, we’d stand staring in awe

[Chorus 2]
            Csus4 C/B Am             Csus4 C/B Am
At our still lives posed, like a bowl of oranges
         Csus4 C/B Am       G                     C
Like a sto - ry told, by fault lines in the soil