Chords for John McDermott~ Farewell To Pripyat
Tempo:
149.45 bpm
Chords used:
A
E
D
B
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D]
[A]
[D]
[A]
[D]
Friday in April [G] 1986, [A] the day that the nightmare [D] began.
Oh, the dust it rained down on [G] our buildings and streets, [A] and into our bedrooms at [D] noon.
Touched [G] the grass and the trees, [D] bicycles, cars, beds, books and picture frames [A] too.
We [G] stood around [D] helpless, confused, [A] nobody knew what [D] to do.
At two o'clock Sunday [G] the buses arrived, [A] a fleet of a thousand [D] or more.
We were ordered [G] to be on our way, [A] not knowing what lay [D] in store.
[G] Some of our citizens [D] fled in dismay, to look for a good place [A] to hide.
[G] Four o'clock came and the [D] last bus pulled out, [A] was the day that our lively [D] town died.
And the shirt sheets and [G] handkerchiefs crack in the wind, [A] on the window ledge, the [D] withering plants.
The ladders and bulges [G] are parked by the door, [A] and the bikes in its usual [D] stance.
[G] Our evergreen trees lie [D] withered and drooped, they poisoned our fertile [A] land.
The [G] streets speak a [D] deafening silence, [A] nothing stirs [D] but the sand.
A [G]
[B]
[E] visit back home [A] is so weary today, [B] the modern [E] Pompeian view.
To see all the old shops [A] and the Forrest Hotel and the [B] promy at [E] Cinemadu.
The [A] mementos we gathered [E] were all left behind, our photos and letters [B] and cards.
The [A] toys of our children [E] untouchable now, toy [B] soldiers left standing [E] on guard.
Fare thee well, Pritchett, [A] my home and my soul, [B] your sorrow can know [E] no relief.
A terrifying glimpse [A] of the future you show, [B] your children all scattered [E] like geese.
[A] The clothesline still sways, [E] but the owner's long gone, as the nomadic era [B] returns.
[A] The questions in black and [E] white blurred into grey, the [B] answers too easy [A] to learn.
[B]
[E] And the shirt sheets and [A] handkerchiefs crack in the wind, [B] on the window ledge, the withering [E] plants.
And the ladders and bulges [A] are parked by the door, [B] and the bikes in its usual [E] stance.
[A] Out of our green trees [E] lie withered and drooped, they poisoned our fertile [B] land.
[A] The streets speak a deafening [E]
silence, [B] nothing stirs but [E] the sand.
And the shirt sheets and handkerchiefs [A] crack in the wind, on [B] the window ledge, the withering [E] plants.
And the ladders and bulges are [A] parked by the door, and [B] the bikes in its usual [E] stance.
[A] Out of our green trees lie [E] withered and drooped, they poisoned our fertile [B] land.
The [A] streets speak a deafening [E]
silence, [B]
nothing stirs but the sand.
[E]
[A]
[D]
[A]
[D]
Friday in April [G] 1986, [A] the day that the nightmare [D] began.
Oh, the dust it rained down on [G] our buildings and streets, [A] and into our bedrooms at [D] noon.
Touched [G] the grass and the trees, [D] bicycles, cars, beds, books and picture frames [A] too.
We [G] stood around [D] helpless, confused, [A] nobody knew what [D] to do.
At two o'clock Sunday [G] the buses arrived, [A] a fleet of a thousand [D] or more.
We were ordered [G] to be on our way, [A] not knowing what lay [D] in store.
[G] Some of our citizens [D] fled in dismay, to look for a good place [A] to hide.
[G] Four o'clock came and the [D] last bus pulled out, [A] was the day that our lively [D] town died.
And the shirt sheets and [G] handkerchiefs crack in the wind, [A] on the window ledge, the [D] withering plants.
The ladders and bulges [G] are parked by the door, [A] and the bikes in its usual [D] stance.
[G] Our evergreen trees lie [D] withered and drooped, they poisoned our fertile [A] land.
The [G] streets speak a [D] deafening silence, [A] nothing stirs [D] but the sand.
A [G]
[B]
[E] visit back home [A] is so weary today, [B] the modern [E] Pompeian view.
To see all the old shops [A] and the Forrest Hotel and the [B] promy at [E] Cinemadu.
The [A] mementos we gathered [E] were all left behind, our photos and letters [B] and cards.
The [A] toys of our children [E] untouchable now, toy [B] soldiers left standing [E] on guard.
Fare thee well, Pritchett, [A] my home and my soul, [B] your sorrow can know [E] no relief.
A terrifying glimpse [A] of the future you show, [B] your children all scattered [E] like geese.
[A] The clothesline still sways, [E] but the owner's long gone, as the nomadic era [B] returns.
[A] The questions in black and [E] white blurred into grey, the [B] answers too easy [A] to learn.
[B]
[E] And the shirt sheets and [A] handkerchiefs crack in the wind, [B] on the window ledge, the withering [E] plants.
And the ladders and bulges [A] are parked by the door, [B] and the bikes in its usual [E] stance.
[A] Out of our green trees [E] lie withered and drooped, they poisoned our fertile [B] land.
[A] The streets speak a deafening [E]
silence, [B] nothing stirs but [E] the sand.
And the shirt sheets and handkerchiefs [A] crack in the wind, on [B] the window ledge, the withering [E] plants.
And the ladders and bulges are [A] parked by the door, and [B] the bikes in its usual [E] stance.
[A] Out of our green trees lie [E] withered and drooped, they poisoned our fertile [B] land.
The [A] streets speak a deafening [E]
silence, [B]
nothing stirs but the sand.
[E]
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[D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Friday in April _ [G] _ 1986, _ _ [A] the day that the nightmare [D] began. _ _
Oh, the dust it rained down on [G] our buildings and streets, [A] and into our bedrooms at [D] noon. _ _
Touched [G] the grass and the trees, _ [D] _ bicycles, cars, _ beds, books and picture frames [A] too. _ _ _
We [G] stood around _ _ [D] helpless, _ confused, _ [A] nobody knew what [D] to _ do.
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ At two o'clock Sunday [G] the buses _ arrived, [A] a fleet of a thousand [D] or more. _
_ _ _ We were ordered [G] to be on our way, _ [A] not knowing what lay [D] in store. _ _
_ _ [G] Some of our citizens [D] fled in dismay, to look for a good place [A] to hide. _ _
_ _ [G] Four o'clock came and the [D] last bus pulled out, [A] was the day that our lively [D] town died. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ And the shirt sheets and _ [G] handkerchiefs crack in the wind, [A] on the window ledge, the _ [D] withering plants. _
The _ _ ladders and bulges [G] are parked by the door, [A] and the bikes in its usual [D] stance. _ _
_ _ [G] Our evergreen trees lie [D] withered and drooped, they poisoned our fertile [A] land. _ _
_ The [G] streets speak a _ [D] deafening _ _ silence, _ _ [A] _ nothing stirs [D] but the sand. _
A _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ visit back home [A] is so weary today, [B] the modern _ _ [E] Pompeian view. _ _
To see all the old shops [A] and the Forrest Hotel and the [B] promy at _ _ [E] Cinemadu. _ _
_ The [A] _ mementos we gathered [E] were all left behind, our photos and letters [B] and cards. _
The [A] _ toys of our children [E] _ untouchable now, toy [B] soldiers left standing [E] on guard. _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Fare thee well, Pritchett, [A] my home and my soul, [B] your sorrow can know [E] no relief. _ _
_ _ A terrifying glimpse [A] of the future you show, [B] your children all scattered [E] like geese. _ _
_ [A] The clothesline still sways, [E] but the owner's long gone, as the _ nomadic era [B] returns. _ _
_ [A] The questions in black and [E] white blurred into grey, the [B] answers too easy [A] to learn. _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ [E] And the shirt sheets and _ [A] handkerchiefs crack in the wind, [B] on the window ledge, the withering [E] plants. _ _
_ And the ladders and bulges [A] are parked by the door, [B] and the bikes in its usual [E] stance. _ _
_ [A] Out of our green _ trees [E] lie withered and drooped, they poisoned our fertile [B] land. _ _
_ [A] The streets speak a deafening [E] _ _ _
silence, _ [B] _ _ nothing stirs but [E] the sand. _
And _ _ _ _ _ _ the shirt sheets and handkerchiefs [A] crack in the wind, on [B] the window ledge, the withering [E] plants. _ _
And the ladders and bulges are [A] parked by the door, and [B] the bikes in its usual [E] stance. _ _ _
_ [A] Out of our green trees lie [E] withered and drooped, they poisoned our fertile [B] land. _ _
The _ [A] streets speak a deafening [E] _ _ _
silence, _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ nothing _ stirs but the sand. _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Friday in April _ [G] _ 1986, _ _ [A] the day that the nightmare [D] began. _ _
Oh, the dust it rained down on [G] our buildings and streets, [A] and into our bedrooms at [D] noon. _ _
Touched [G] the grass and the trees, _ [D] _ bicycles, cars, _ beds, books and picture frames [A] too. _ _ _
We [G] stood around _ _ [D] helpless, _ confused, _ [A] nobody knew what [D] to _ do.
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ At two o'clock Sunday [G] the buses _ arrived, [A] a fleet of a thousand [D] or more. _
_ _ _ We were ordered [G] to be on our way, _ [A] not knowing what lay [D] in store. _ _
_ _ [G] Some of our citizens [D] fled in dismay, to look for a good place [A] to hide. _ _
_ _ [G] Four o'clock came and the [D] last bus pulled out, [A] was the day that our lively [D] town died. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ And the shirt sheets and _ [G] handkerchiefs crack in the wind, [A] on the window ledge, the _ [D] withering plants. _
The _ _ ladders and bulges [G] are parked by the door, [A] and the bikes in its usual [D] stance. _ _
_ _ [G] Our evergreen trees lie [D] withered and drooped, they poisoned our fertile [A] land. _ _
_ The [G] streets speak a _ [D] deafening _ _ silence, _ _ [A] _ nothing stirs [D] but the sand. _
A _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ visit back home [A] is so weary today, [B] the modern _ _ [E] Pompeian view. _ _
To see all the old shops [A] and the Forrest Hotel and the [B] promy at _ _ [E] Cinemadu. _ _
_ The [A] _ mementos we gathered [E] were all left behind, our photos and letters [B] and cards. _
The [A] _ toys of our children [E] _ untouchable now, toy [B] soldiers left standing [E] on guard. _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Fare thee well, Pritchett, [A] my home and my soul, [B] your sorrow can know [E] no relief. _ _
_ _ A terrifying glimpse [A] of the future you show, [B] your children all scattered [E] like geese. _ _
_ [A] The clothesline still sways, [E] but the owner's long gone, as the _ nomadic era [B] returns. _ _
_ [A] The questions in black and [E] white blurred into grey, the [B] answers too easy [A] to learn. _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ [E] And the shirt sheets and _ [A] handkerchiefs crack in the wind, [B] on the window ledge, the withering [E] plants. _ _
_ And the ladders and bulges [A] are parked by the door, [B] and the bikes in its usual [E] stance. _ _
_ [A] Out of our green _ trees [E] lie withered and drooped, they poisoned our fertile [B] land. _ _
_ [A] The streets speak a deafening [E] _ _ _
silence, _ [B] _ _ nothing stirs but [E] the sand. _
And _ _ _ _ _ _ the shirt sheets and handkerchiefs [A] crack in the wind, on [B] the window ledge, the withering [E] plants. _ _
And the ladders and bulges are [A] parked by the door, and [B] the bikes in its usual [E] stance. _ _ _
_ [A] Out of our green trees lie [E] withered and drooped, they poisoned our fertile [B] land. _ _
The _ [A] streets speak a deafening [E] _ _ _
silence, _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ nothing _ stirs but the sand. _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _