Chords for Arlo Guthrie - Gates of Eden
Tempo:
67.05 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
Em
B
C#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E]
Of war and peace the truth just twists, [A] its curfew goal [E] it flies.
Upon four [Em]-legged forest clouds the [E] cowboy angel rides.
His candle lit into the sun though [F#m] its glow is [A] waxed in black.
[B]
[E] All except [E] beneath the trees are beating.
The lamp post [Em] stands with folded [E] arms, its iron claws attached.
To curbs neath holes where [D] babies wail through [C#m] its shadows metal badge.
All in all can only [F#m] fall with a crashing but [A] meaningless blow.
[B]
[E] No sound ever comes from the gates of Eden.
The savage soldier sticks his head [A] in the sand and [E] then complains.
Unto the shoeless [D] hunter who's gone deaf [E] but still remains.
Upon [F#] the beach where [C#m] hound dogs bay at ships with [A] tattooed sails.
[B]
[E] Heading for the gates of Eden.
The time [Em] rusted compass [A] blade of Latin [E] and his lamp.
Sits with utopian hermit monks [Em] side saddle on the golden [E] calf.
And [F#] on their promises of [C#m] paradise you will [A] not hear a laugh.
[B]
[E] All except inside the gates of Eden.
Relationships of ownership [A] they whisper [E] in the wings.
To those condemned [Em] act accordingly [A] and wait for succeeding [E] kings.
And I try [F#] to [C#m] harmonize with songs the lonesome [A] sparrow sings.
[B]
[E] There are no kings inside the gates of Eden.
The [Em] motorcycle black [A] Madonna two-wheeled [E] gypsy queen.
And her silver studded [Em] phantom cause [A] the great flannel dwarf to [E] scream.
The [F#] weeps two wicked [C#m] birds of prey pick up on his [A] bread from sins.
[B]
And [E] there are no sins inside the gates of Eden.
The kingdoms [Em] of experience [A] in the precious [E] winds they ride.
While pawfuls change possessions each [C#m] one wishing for what the other [E] has got.
And the [F#] princess and the [C#m] prince discuss what's [F#m] real and what's not.
[B]
[E] It doesn't matter inside the gates of Eden.
The foreign [G] sun it squints [A] upon it bet that [E] is never mine.
As friends and [D] other strangers from [A] death they strive to [E] resign.
Leaving [F#] men holy and [E] totally free to do anything they [A] wish to do but die.
[B]
And [E] there are no trials inside the gates of Eden.
At dawn my lover comes to me [A] and tells me [E] of her dreams.
With no attempts to shovel the glimpse into the pitch of what each one means.
At [F#] times I think there are no [F#m] words but these to tell [A] what's true.
[B]
And there [E] are no truths outside [E] the gates of Eden.
[Em]
Of war and peace the truth just twists, [A] its curfew goal [E] it flies.
Upon four [Em]-legged forest clouds the [E] cowboy angel rides.
His candle lit into the sun though [F#m] its glow is [A] waxed in black.
[B]
[E] All except [E] beneath the trees are beating.
The lamp post [Em] stands with folded [E] arms, its iron claws attached.
To curbs neath holes where [D] babies wail through [C#m] its shadows metal badge.
All in all can only [F#m] fall with a crashing but [A] meaningless blow.
[B]
[E] No sound ever comes from the gates of Eden.
The savage soldier sticks his head [A] in the sand and [E] then complains.
Unto the shoeless [D] hunter who's gone deaf [E] but still remains.
Upon [F#] the beach where [C#m] hound dogs bay at ships with [A] tattooed sails.
[B]
[E] Heading for the gates of Eden.
The time [Em] rusted compass [A] blade of Latin [E] and his lamp.
Sits with utopian hermit monks [Em] side saddle on the golden [E] calf.
And [F#] on their promises of [C#m] paradise you will [A] not hear a laugh.
[B]
[E] All except inside the gates of Eden.
Relationships of ownership [A] they whisper [E] in the wings.
To those condemned [Em] act accordingly [A] and wait for succeeding [E] kings.
And I try [F#] to [C#m] harmonize with songs the lonesome [A] sparrow sings.
[B]
[E] There are no kings inside the gates of Eden.
The [Em] motorcycle black [A] Madonna two-wheeled [E] gypsy queen.
And her silver studded [Em] phantom cause [A] the great flannel dwarf to [E] scream.
The [F#] weeps two wicked [C#m] birds of prey pick up on his [A] bread from sins.
[B]
And [E] there are no sins inside the gates of Eden.
The kingdoms [Em] of experience [A] in the precious [E] winds they ride.
While pawfuls change possessions each [C#m] one wishing for what the other [E] has got.
And the [F#] princess and the [C#m] prince discuss what's [F#m] real and what's not.
[B]
[E] It doesn't matter inside the gates of Eden.
The foreign [G] sun it squints [A] upon it bet that [E] is never mine.
As friends and [D] other strangers from [A] death they strive to [E] resign.
Leaving [F#] men holy and [E] totally free to do anything they [A] wish to do but die.
[B]
And [E] there are no trials inside the gates of Eden.
At dawn my lover comes to me [A] and tells me [E] of her dreams.
With no attempts to shovel the glimpse into the pitch of what each one means.
At [F#] times I think there are no [F#m] words but these to tell [A] what's true.
[B]
And there [E] are no truths outside [E] the gates of Eden.
[Em]
Key:
E
A
Em
B
C#m
E
A
Em
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _
Of _ war and peace the truth just twists, [A] its curfew goal [E] it flies.
Upon four [Em]-legged forest clouds the [E] cowboy angel rides.
His candle lit into the sun though [F#m] its glow is [A] waxed in black.
_ [B] _
_ [E] All except [E] beneath the trees are beating.
_ _ The lamp post [Em] stands with folded [E] arms, its iron claws attached.
To curbs neath holes where [D] babies wail through [C#m] its shadows metal badge.
_ All in all can only [F#m] fall with a crashing but [A] meaningless blow.
[B] _
_ [E] No sound ever comes from the gates of Eden.
_ _ The savage soldier sticks his head [A] in the sand and [E] then complains.
Unto the shoeless [D] hunter who's gone deaf [E] but still remains.
Upon [F#] the beach where [C#m] hound dogs bay at ships with [A] tattooed sails.
[B] _
_ [E] Heading for the gates of Eden.
_ _ _ The time [Em] rusted compass [A] blade of Latin [E] and his lamp.
Sits with utopian hermit monks [Em] side saddle on the golden [E] calf.
And [F#] on their promises of [C#m] paradise you will [A] not hear a laugh.
[B] _
_ [E] All except inside the gates of Eden.
_ _ _ Relationships of ownership [A] they whisper [E] in the wings.
To those condemned [Em] act accordingly [A] and wait for succeeding [E] kings.
And I try [F#] to [C#m] harmonize with songs the lonesome [A] sparrow sings.
[B] _
_ [E] There are no kings inside the gates of Eden.
_ _ The [Em] motorcycle black [A] Madonna two-wheeled [E] gypsy queen.
And her silver studded [Em] phantom cause [A] the great flannel dwarf to [E] scream.
The [F#] weeps two wicked [C#m] birds of prey pick up on his [A] bread from sins.
[B] _
And [E] there are no sins inside the gates of Eden.
_ _ The kingdoms [Em] of experience [A] in the precious [E] winds they ride.
While pawfuls change possessions each [C#m] one wishing for what the other [E] has got.
And the [F#] princess and the [C#m] prince discuss what's [F#m] real and what's not.
[B] _
_ [E] It doesn't matter inside the gates of Eden.
_ _ The foreign [G] sun it squints [A] upon it bet that [E] is never mine.
As friends and [D] other strangers from [A] death they strive to [E] resign.
Leaving [F#] men holy and [E] totally free to do anything they [A] wish to do but die.
[B] _
And [E] there are no trials inside the gates of Eden.
_ _ At dawn my lover comes to me [A] and tells me [E] of her dreams.
With no attempts to shovel the glimpse into the pitch of what each one means.
At [F#] times I think there are no [F#m] words but these to tell [A] what's true.
_ [B] _
And there [E] are no truths outside [E] the gates of Eden. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
Of _ war and peace the truth just twists, [A] its curfew goal [E] it flies.
Upon four [Em]-legged forest clouds the [E] cowboy angel rides.
His candle lit into the sun though [F#m] its glow is [A] waxed in black.
_ [B] _
_ [E] All except [E] beneath the trees are beating.
_ _ The lamp post [Em] stands with folded [E] arms, its iron claws attached.
To curbs neath holes where [D] babies wail through [C#m] its shadows metal badge.
_ All in all can only [F#m] fall with a crashing but [A] meaningless blow.
[B] _
_ [E] No sound ever comes from the gates of Eden.
_ _ The savage soldier sticks his head [A] in the sand and [E] then complains.
Unto the shoeless [D] hunter who's gone deaf [E] but still remains.
Upon [F#] the beach where [C#m] hound dogs bay at ships with [A] tattooed sails.
[B] _
_ [E] Heading for the gates of Eden.
_ _ _ The time [Em] rusted compass [A] blade of Latin [E] and his lamp.
Sits with utopian hermit monks [Em] side saddle on the golden [E] calf.
And [F#] on their promises of [C#m] paradise you will [A] not hear a laugh.
[B] _
_ [E] All except inside the gates of Eden.
_ _ _ Relationships of ownership [A] they whisper [E] in the wings.
To those condemned [Em] act accordingly [A] and wait for succeeding [E] kings.
And I try [F#] to [C#m] harmonize with songs the lonesome [A] sparrow sings.
[B] _
_ [E] There are no kings inside the gates of Eden.
_ _ The [Em] motorcycle black [A] Madonna two-wheeled [E] gypsy queen.
And her silver studded [Em] phantom cause [A] the great flannel dwarf to [E] scream.
The [F#] weeps two wicked [C#m] birds of prey pick up on his [A] bread from sins.
[B] _
And [E] there are no sins inside the gates of Eden.
_ _ The kingdoms [Em] of experience [A] in the precious [E] winds they ride.
While pawfuls change possessions each [C#m] one wishing for what the other [E] has got.
And the [F#] princess and the [C#m] prince discuss what's [F#m] real and what's not.
[B] _
_ [E] It doesn't matter inside the gates of Eden.
_ _ The foreign [G] sun it squints [A] upon it bet that [E] is never mine.
As friends and [D] other strangers from [A] death they strive to [E] resign.
Leaving [F#] men holy and [E] totally free to do anything they [A] wish to do but die.
[B] _
And [E] there are no trials inside the gates of Eden.
_ _ At dawn my lover comes to me [A] and tells me [E] of her dreams.
With no attempts to shovel the glimpse into the pitch of what each one means.
At [F#] times I think there are no [F#m] words but these to tell [A] what's true.
_ [B] _
And there [E] are no truths outside [E] the gates of Eden. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _