Light Pollution

Tabbed by: John Morisi
This is my favorite song by Bright Eyes, and I couldn't believe that not a single
person had the chords correct on the internet. It's a very simple song, only 5 chords.
Tuning: Standard
Capo Second Fret
Verse:
F                         C
   John A. Hobson was a good man
G                                 Am
   He used to loan me books and mic stands
F                         C
   He even got me a subscription
          G
   To the Socialist Review
F                                 C
   Listening to records in his basement
G                              Am
   Old folk songs about the government
F                                  C
   It's love of money not the market
                     G
   He said, "These fuckers push on you"
Chorus:
                 F                C
   And freedom yells, it don't cry
                F            Am
   Whatever sells will decide
                  F               Am
   But there's no hell when you die
                    G
   So don't look so worried
Verse:
   He got a nightlife, lost his day job
   Pushing papers, swinging pendulums
   Anything to serve a function
   Or to occupy some time
   You've got to earn this living somehow
   You're good as dead without a bank account
   But it's funny how alive he felt
   Down in that unemployment line
Chorus:
   With all that trash at his feet
   The pools of piss in the street
   All of that filthy empathy
   For the way we're feeling
Bridge:
Em                  Am                        G
   The billboard's shade, the flags, they wave
                    C
   The anthem was playing loud
Am             C              F            G
   The baseball game was letting out
Em            Am                  G
   And all at once he saw the dust
                     C
   And heard every tiny sound
Am           C                     F          G
   Got in his truck and turned around
**Pause**
   Drove out through the...
   F               C
   Crowd and the cops
                      F        C
   Drove out past that center mall
                        F            C
   Drove out past that sickening sprawl
                 F             C
   Out past that fenced in gold
                F           C
   And maybe he lost control
                    F       C
   Fucking with the radio
                  F               Am             G
   But I bet the stars seemed so close at the end
          F        C
   At the end
          F        C
   At the end
          F        C
   At the end
          F        C
   At the end