Lirik dan Chord Lagu Light Pollution - Bright Eyes

JAKARTA, KOMPAS.com - Bright Eyes merupakan grup band rock indie asal Amerika Serikat yang membawakan lagu berjudul “Light Pollution”.

Lagu berdurasi 3 menit 16 detik ini dirilis pada tahun 2005 melalui label Saddle Creek Records.

“Light Pollution” dimuat sebagai trek kesepuluh dalam album studio ketujuh band yang bertajuk Digital Ash in a Digital Urn.

Baca juga: Lirik dan Chord Lagu Hit the Switch - Bright Eyes

Berikut ini lirik dan chord lagu “Light Pollution” dari Bright Eyes.

[Verse]
F                                     C
John A. Hobson was a good man
G                                                    Am
He used to loan me books and mic stands
F                                  C
He even got me a subscription
                  G
To the Socialist Review
F                                              C
Listening to records in his basement
G                                          Am
Old folk songs about the government
F                                              C
It's love of money not the market
                              G
He said, "These fuckers push on you"

[Chorus]
                        F                     C
And freedom yells, it don't cry
                   F                  Am
Whatever sells will decide
                        F                       Am
But there's no hell when you die
                            G
So don't look so worried

[Verse]
F                                C
He got a nightlife, lost his day job
G                                                  Am
Pushing papers, swinging pendulums
F                                    C
Anything to serve a function
             G
Or to occupy some time
F                                                  C
You've got to earn this living somehow
G                                             Am
You're good as dead without a bank account
F                                               C
But it's funny how alive he felt
                             G
Down in that unemployment line

[Chorus]
                     F                     C
With all that trash at his feet
                      F                Am
The pools of piss in the street
                   F                     Am
All of that filthy empathy
                           G
For the way we're feeling

[Bridge]
Em                        Am                                 G
The billboard's shade, the flags, they wave
                              C
The anthem was playing loud
Am                        C               F           G
The baseball game was letting out
Em              Am                           G
And all at once he saw the dust
                            C
And heard every tiny sound
Am         C                                    F       G
Got in his truck and turned around

N.C.
Drove out through the...

F                        C
Crowd and the cops
                              F             C
Drove out past that center mall
                                 F                    C
Drove out past that sickening sprawl
                       F                 C
Out past that fenced in gold
                        F              C
And maybe he lost control
                            F          C
Fucking with the radio
                      F                         Am                 G
But I bet the stars seemed so close at the end
            F         C
At the end
            F         C
At the end
            F         C
At the end
            F         C
At the end

End : F.