transcription from jonimitchell.com


Slouching Towards Bethlehem

Guitar chords transcribed by Sue McNamara
Tuning: DAEGAD   "Joni" Tuning: D77325

Note: 2h0 = second fret hammer off

Intro:

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Turning and turning

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Within the widening gyre

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The falcon cannot hear the falconer

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Things fall apart

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The center cannot hold

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And a blood dimmed tide

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Is loosed upon the world

Verse Two: same chords as above

Nothing is sacred
The ceremony sinks
Innocence is drowned
In anarchy
The best lack conviction
Given some time to think
And the worst are full of passion
Without mercy

Chorus:

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Surely some revelation is at hand

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Surely it's the second coming

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And wrath has finally taken form

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For what is this rough beast

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Its hour come at last

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Slouching toward Bethlehem to be born

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Slouching toward Bethlehem

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to be born

Hoping and hoping
As if by my weak faith
The spirit of this world
Would heal and rise
Vast are the shadows
That straddle and strafe
And struggle in the darkness
Troubling my eyes

Shaped like a lion
It has the head of a man
With a gaze as blank
And pitiless as the sun
And it's moving its slow thighs
Across the desert sands
Through dark indignant
Reeling falcons

Surely some revelation is at hand
Surely it's the second coming
And wrath has finally taken form
For what is this rough beast
Its hour come at last
Slouching toward Bethlehem to be born
Slouching toward Bethlehem to be born

Raging and raging
It rises from the deep
Opening its eyes
After twenty centuries
Vexed to a nightmare
Out of a stony sleep
By a rocking cradle
By the Sea of Galilee

Surely some revelation is at hand
Surely it's the second coming
And wrath has finally taken form
For what is this rough beast
Its hour come at last
Slouching toward Bethlehem to be born
Slouching toward Bethlehem to be born

© 1991 Crazy Crow Music, all rights reserved.

 

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