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Lyrics and compositions © their respective songwriters and publishers.","tab_id":1029255,"song":"War Star Days","artist":"Wooden Wand","content_type":"chord","tab_type":"Chords","url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/11227087-war-star-days-chords-by-wooden-wand/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/1029255?type=chord","rating":0.14093,"votes":0,"content":"Standard Tuning\r\n\r\n\r\nWar Star Days\r\n\r\n([ch]G[/ch])When I finally leave you baby, ([ch]C[/ch])I'll lay backward when I ([ch]G[/ch]) go\r\nSo I can see the fadin' sky, ([ch]C[/ch])and not the traffic down ([ch]G[/ch])below\r\nYour ([ch]D[/ch])prophecies and hunches I'll ([ch]C[/ch])follow to the ([ch]G[/ch])letter\r\nI'm ([ch]D[/ch])left to wonder how christ him([ch]C[/ch])self could have loved you ([ch]G[/ch])better\r\n([ch]D[/ch])Oh them days, I barely remember them ([ch]C[/ch])war star ([ch]G[/ch])days\r\n\r\nWe failed to hijack the printing press, it wasn't for lack of nerves or skill\r\nbut we scrawled our manifesto on the back of our hotel bill\r\nWe beat the drums and rhythm and patronised the local pagans\r\nand filled the fortune cookies with revolutionary slogans\r\noh them days, I barely remember them war star days\r\n\r\nYou were compelled to make arrangements with a Cyclops playin god\r\nAnd you met beneath the evening, and spoke in only shrugs and nods\r\nsome compromising photo of the mighty shit disturber\r\nThe very face of privilege on a skeet shell with his father\r\noh them days, I barely remember them war star days\r\n\r\nAnd if only one man blathers, and another man just kills\r\nwho then will remain behind, to purchase all of these automobiles\r\nat the committee to disassemble, I sat in and I listened\r\nand couldn't form an argument against any reason given\r\noh them days, I barely remember them war star days\r\n\r\nWhen we left home for the wailing wall, we played along like diamond cards\r\nat the school of holy lepers, we learned to tickle 'round the scars\r\nwe dug into our pockets and bandaged up the levee\r\nand watch the sun for orders like a tribe of drunk Apaches\r\noh these days, I barely remember these war star days\r\n\r\nWe called on certain experts, to fish our flashlights from the well\r\nWhen the weather station turned to ice, we figured it was just as well\r\noh but careful with your omens and don't raise a charm up neither\r\nor like goddess snakes and mating balls we leave our love where ever\r\noh them days, I barely remember them war star days\r\n\r\nSo what of all the gluttonous mules, and the peacocks with the sin of pride\r\nDo they get to tell their secrets, once barricaded safe inside\r\nI was present when the judge condemned the paper mountain seven\r\nand cried a nervous couplids they went bleeding off to heaven\r\noh them days, you'll barely remember them war star days\r\n\r\nHow many salesmen does it take, to condemn a moral soul to hell\r\none to make the pitch to you, and forty-five to ring the bells\r\nwe suck the dreamy feeling and count victories in kilos\r\nand live among each other as we grow old with our heroes\r\noh them days, you'll barely remember these war star days\r\n\r\nWe sought to spread our various loves, on highways build of human bone\r\nand wished away the hapless few, kept our seeds below their stones\r\nwe choose to keep our promise or choose to shake the doldrums\r\nlike a consecrated virgin with a collar in her bedroom\r\noh them days, i barely remember them war star days\r\n\r\nThere were bulls-eyes on our blankets, and a lions head for war\r\nwe were the lyin' disbelievin', it was the eve of evermore\r\nin lighter in for similes of light we pined for order\r\nas goon-eyed ghouls and warlords paint the Babylon on water\r\noh them days, you'll barely remember them war star days","plain_text":"Standard Tuning\n\n\nWar Star Days\n\n(G)When I finally leave you baby, (C)I'll lay backward when I (G) go\nSo I can see the fadin' sky, (C)and not the traffic down (G)below\nYour (D)prophecies and hunches I'll (C)follow to the (G)letter\nI'm (D)left to wonder how christ him(C)self could have loved you (G)better\n(D)Oh them days, I barely remember them (C)war star (G)days\n\nWe failed to hijack the printing press, it wasn't for lack of nerves or skill\nbut we scrawled our manifesto on the back of our hotel bill\nWe beat the drums and rhythm and patronised the local pagans\nand filled the fortune cookies with revolutionary slogans\noh them days, I barely remember them war star days\n\nYou were compelled to make arrangements with a Cyclops playin god\nAnd you met beneath the evening, and spoke in only shrugs and nods\nsome compromising photo of the mighty shit disturber\nThe very face of privilege on a skeet shell with his father\noh them days, I barely remember them war star days\n\nAnd if only one man blathers, and another man just kills\nwho then will remain behind, to purchase all of these automobiles\nat the committee to disassemble, I sat in and I listened\nand couldn't form an argument against any reason given\noh them days, I barely remember them war star days\n\nWhen we left home for the wailing wall, we played along like diamond cards\nat the school of holy lepers, we learned to tickle 'round the scars\nwe dug into our pockets and bandaged up the levee\nand watch the sun for orders like a tribe of drunk Apaches\noh these days, I barely remember these war star days\n\nWe called on certain experts, to fish our flashlights from the well\nWhen the weather station turned to ice, we figured it was just as well\noh but careful with your omens and don't raise a charm up neither\nor like goddess snakes and mating balls we leave our love where ever\noh them days, I barely remember them war star days\n\nSo what of all the gluttonous mules, and the peacocks with the sin of pride\nDo they get to tell their secrets, once barricaded safe inside\nI was present when the judge condemned the paper mountain seven\nand cried a nervous couplids they went bleeding off to heaven\noh them days, you'll barely remember them war star days\n\nHow many salesmen does it take, to condemn a moral soul to hell\none to make the pitch to you, and forty-five to ring the bells\nwe suck the dreamy feeling and count victories in kilos\nand live among each other as we grow old with our heroes\noh them days, you'll barely remember these war star days\n\nWe sought to spread our various loves, on highways build of human bone\nand wished away the hapless few, kept our seeds below their stones\nwe choose to keep our promise or choose to shake the doldrums\nlike a consecrated virgin with a collar in her bedroom\noh them days, i barely remember them war star days\n\nThere were bulls-eyes on our blankets, and a lions head for war\nwe were the lyin' disbelievin', it was the eve of evermore\nin lighter in for similes of light we pined for order\nas goon-eyed ghouls and warlords paint the Babylon on water\noh them days, you'll barely remember them war star days","chords":["G","C","D"],"chord_diagrams":{"C":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,3,2,0,1,0],"frets":[0,3,2,0,1,0]},"D":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,0,1,3,2],"frets":[-1,-1,0,2,3,2]},"G":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[2,1,0,0,0,3],"frets":[3,2,0,0,0,3]}}}