Chord Gitar Dry The River - Gethsemane Kunci Dasar - Chords.id (Nada Dasar D)

G
It started with the moon
                D                     Em
that turned an inexpensive room into St. Peters.
           G                          D
There’s a parabolic story, but it’s boring
         Em
and it ends how you’d expect.
 
    G
Forever dressing down
          Em
I’m like a stranger
                          F
hanging round outside the kingdom hall.
                     Em
I’d ‘ve carried your wedding shawl,
                                D
you could’ve said I was a school friend.
 
         Am                               C
And you drag your holy horse cart in the sky
 
when I wake up
               Am
they say it’s just the sun
                G
but I know that face.
 
 G                                D
Excavating down you’d find the drowning and the drowned
                  Em
and then there’s us, babe.
           G                                  D
You could walk to our memorial, but it’s pourring
          Em
and it ends how you’d expect.
 
    G
I dig your dresses out
             Em
and hang ‘em round about the house
               F
and turn the lights down low.
                 Em
Now you’re everywhere I go
                     D
looking faintly disappointed.
 
          Am                                C
And you drag your holy horse cart in the sky
 
when I wake up
               Am
they say it’s just the sun
                  G           (G#5)
but I know that face.
 
Em
But the devil’s tricks
                               G       (B5)
just seem to sit so light on you.
Em
They’d never get the Marionette
                G
this tight on you.
 
       Am
In the parliamentary houses
             C
there’ll be talk of what this is
         Am                              G
with inexpert witnesses and evidence against us.
         Am
But I’ll take my pound of substance
             C
from those insubstantial men.
                Am
Whatever their arguments,
                 G
I’ll prove your innocence.
 
 C
Drag your holy horse cart in the sky
                     G
when I wake up, oh yeah.
 
 C
Testify allegiance with more
                                 G
puncture wounds than Jesus, oh yeah.
       C
Every statue’s weeping honey
 
and it makes my sight go funny
            G
‘cause I’m over sympathetic
 
and I can’t control myself.
 C
Leave that painful memory
                               G             D          G
in the garden of Gethsemane, oh yeah, oh yeah.