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Lyrics and compositions © their respective songwriters and publishers.","tab_id":1102063,"song":"Eight","artist":"La Dispute","content_type":"chord","tab_type":"Chords","url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/11244966-eight-chords-by-la-dispute/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/1102063?type=chord","rating":0,"votes":0,"content":"-------------------------------------------------------------------------------\r\n                             SONG NAME - Band Name\r\n-------------------------------------------------------------------------------\r\n\r\nTuning: Standard\r\n\r\n\r\nChords used: \r\n\r\n[tab]     [ch]Am[/ch]        [ch]C[/ch]         [ch]F[/ch]\r\ne|----0----------------------------------------------------------------------|\r\nB|----1--------1---------x---------------------------------------------------|\r\nG|----2--------0---------2---------------------------------------------------|\r\nD|----2--------2---------3---------------------------------------------------|\r\nA|----0--------3---------3---------------------------------------------------|\r\nE|----0--------x---------1---------------------------------------------------|[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]\r\n1978 - San Diego:[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]C[/ch]\r\nI'd just come out the other side of a relationship that blew up[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]F[/ch]\r\nI was angry, and disillusioned, and ultimately self-destructive.[/tab]\r\nI'd lost everything I believed in \r\n[tab]                             [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nI was as utterly, completely alone as I've ever been.[/tab]\r\n[tab]                         [ch]C[/ch]\r\nSo I began going on walks.[/tab]\r\n\r\n(Just follow this pattern for the rest of the song) Am C F\r\n\r\nI started taking late-night walks around the San Diego suburb I was living in at the time.\r\nI'd start walking early evening, and come back close to midnight, sometimes later\r\nWalking and thinking and chewing over what had gone wrong with my life.\r\n\r\nOne night, at Fourth and E Streets, I got mugged and beaten by a street gang\r\nSent me to the hospital with serious intimations of mortality.\r\nWhen the ER techs asked what my religion was, I refused to answer.\r\nI made my private peace with the universe,\r\nContent with whatever was going to happen, live or die.\r\n\r\nThen something happened.\r\nI got angry. \r\nI got angry because I still had stories to tell.\r\nSo I fought back.\r\n\r\nIt took two months to fully recover.\r\nBut two things came out of that incident.\r\nFirst: I have no fear of death. None whatsoever.\r\nSecond: As soon as I was well enough, I started walking again.\r\nSometimes until 3 or 4 in the morning,\r\nThrough parts of town that made even street people nervous.\r\n\r\nWhen people asked what I was doing out there that late at night,\r\nthe only answer I could give was, \"I'm looking for something.\"\r\nSo I kept walking through some of the most dangerous parts of San Diego, \r\nbefore it got cleaned up,\r\nWhen it was still home to hookers and drunks and gangs\r\n\r\nFinally, one afternoon, I came to the same areas I walked through at night\r\nAnd I was struck by the dichotomy between that corner at night,\r\nAnd the very same corner during the day.\r\nIn the daylight, there were businessmen and kids and clerks,\r\nEager to get home to dinner and TV and family.\r\nThen, later, came the night shift - the lost people\r\nemerging from shadows and beds of pain to walk the same streets\r\nIn search of fixes, money, and bars,\r\nGradually fading away with the dawn.\r\n\r\nTwo totally different worlds,\r\nSharing nothing but longitude and latitude.\r\nThere was the nation in the day, and the nation at night,\r\nExisting side by side but each fleeing the other;\r\nA daylight nation and a midnight nation.\r\n\r\nI saw a country bifurcated by more than just the presence and absence of light,\r\nBut by lives cast aside and lost and uncared for;\r\nThe walked away and the thrown-away on one side, and on the other,\r\nThose who pretended not to see them, because not seeing is easier.\r\n\r\nAnd I saw someone forced to walk both sides of the metaphor,\r\nTo learn that the greatest cruelty is our casual blindness to the despair of others,\r\nThat there but for the grace of whatever god you subscribe to goes any of us.\r\n\r\nAnd finally, I realized that I had found what I was looking for,\r\nWithout ever being quite sure what it was.\r\nI found a story that would make my own life make sense again.\r\nThis story.\r\n\r\nI still take long walks\r\nAnd I still stop and talk to the people who stand at the corner\r\nAnd wait for something to happen to them,\r\nWho wait for money to fall into a hat or a cup,\r\nWho wait for someone to recognize their pain.\r\nBecause the line between the midnight nation\r\nAnd the place where I sit right now,\r\nWriting these words, is thin and ephemeral and can be crossed in an instant.\r\nBecause the road to the midnight nation can be erased only through compassion.\r\n\r\nI found my story, this story, on a hazy afternoon in 1978.\r\nNow it's yours.\r\nThe keys to the midnight nation are in your hands.\r\nWhat you do with them is up to you.\r\n\r\nJ. Michael Straczynski.\r\nSherman Oaks, CA\r\nJuly 21st, 2002.","plain_text":"-------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n                             SONG NAME - Band Name\n-------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nTuning: Standard\n\n\nChords used: \n\n\n\n\n\n\nI'd lost everything I believed in \n\n\n\n(Just follow this pattern for the rest of the song) Am C F\n\nI started taking late-night walks around the San Diego suburb I was living in at the time.\nI'd start walking early evening, and come back close to midnight, sometimes later\nWalking and thinking and chewing over what had gone wrong with my life.\n\nOne night, at Fourth and E Streets, I got mugged and beaten by a street gang\nSent me to the hospital with serious intimations of mortality.\nWhen the ER techs asked what my religion was, I refused to answer.\nI made my private peace with the universe,\nContent with whatever was going to happen, live or die.\n\nThen something happened.\nI got angry. \nI got angry because I still had stories to tell.\nSo I fought back.\n\nIt took two months to fully recover.\nBut two things came out of that incident.\nFirst: I have no fear of death. None whatsoever.\nSecond: As soon as I was well enough, I started walking again.\nSometimes until 3 or 4 in the morning,\nThrough parts of town that made even street people nervous.\n\nWhen people asked what I was doing out there that late at night,\nthe only answer I could give was, \"I'm looking for something.\"\nSo I kept walking through some of the most dangerous parts of San Diego, \nbefore it got cleaned up,\nWhen it was still home to hookers and drunks and gangs\n\nFinally, one afternoon, I came to the same areas I walked through at night\nAnd I was struck by the dichotomy between that corner at night,\nAnd the very same corner during the day.\nIn the daylight, there were businessmen and kids and clerks,\nEager to get home to dinner and TV and family.\nThen, later, came the night shift - the lost people\nemerging from shadows and beds of pain to walk the same streets\nIn search of fixes, money, and bars,\nGradually fading away with the dawn.\n\nTwo totally different worlds,\nSharing nothing but longitude and latitude.\nThere was the nation in the day, and the nation at night,\nExisting side by side but each fleeing the other;\nA daylight nation and a midnight nation.\n\nI saw a country bifurcated by more than just the presence and absence of light,\nBut by lives cast aside and lost and uncared for;\nThe walked away and the thrown-away on one side, and on the other,\nThose who pretended not to see them, because not seeing is easier.\n\nAnd I saw someone forced to walk both sides of the metaphor,\nTo learn that the greatest cruelty is our casual blindness to the despair of others,\nThat there but for the grace of whatever god you subscribe to goes any of us.\n\nAnd finally, I realized that I had found what I was looking for,\nWithout ever being quite sure what it was.\nI found a story that would make my own life make sense again.\nThis story.\n\nI still take long walks\nAnd I still stop and talk to the people who stand at the corner\nAnd wait for something to happen to them,\nWho wait for money to fall into a hat or a cup,\nWho wait for someone to recognize their pain.\nBecause the line between the midnight nation\nAnd the place where I sit right now,\nWriting these words, is thin and ephemeral and can be crossed in an instant.\nBecause the road to the midnight nation can be erased only through compassion.\n\nI found my story, this story, on a hazy afternoon in 1978.\nNow it's yours.\nThe keys to the midnight nation are in your hands.\nWhat you do with them is up to you.\n\nJ. Michael Straczynski.\nSherman Oaks, CA\nJuly 21st, 2002.","chords":["Am","C","F","B","G","D","A","E"],"chord_diagrams":{"Am":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,2,3,1,0],"frets":[-1,0,2,2,1,0]},"C":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,3,2,0,1,0],"frets":[0,3,2,0,1,0]},"F":{"barres":[1],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[1,3,4,2,1,1],"frets":[1,3,3,2,1,1]}}}