Joni Mitchell - Slouching towards bethlehem

^BmTurning and turning ^GWithin the widening^D gyre ^BmThe falcon cannot ^Ahear th^Ge falcon^Der ^BmThings fall apart The ^Gcenter cannot ^Dhold And a ^Bmblood dimmed ^Gtide Is lo^Aosed upon the wo^Drld

^BmNothing is sacred ^GThe ceremony ^Dsinks ^BmInnocence is d^Arowned ^GIn anarchy^D The ^Bmbest lack conviction ^AGiven some time to t^Dhink And the ^Bmworst are full of pa^Gssion Without ^Amerc^Dy

^GSurely some revel^Dation is at ^Bmhand Surely it's the second coming And the wrath has ^Afinally taken f^Dorm ^GFor what is this rough b^Aeast ^BmIts hour come at ^Alast ^BmSlouching toward ^GBethlehem to be ^Dborn ^BmSlouching toward ^GBethlehem to be ^Dborn

^BmHoping and hoping As ^Gif by my weak fait^Dh ^BmThe spirit of this w^Aorld Would h^Geal and ^Drise ^BmVast are the shadows That ^Gstraddle and ^Dstrafe And^Bm struggle in the ^Adarkness ^GTroubling my e^Dyes

^BmShaped like a lion It has the ^Ghead of a ^Dman With a ^Bmgaze as b^Alank And ^Gpitiless as the ^Dsun And it's ^Bmmoving its slow thighs Across the ^Gdesert s^Dands Through d^Bmark indign^Aant Reel^Ging falcon^Ds

^GSurely some revel^Dation is at ^Bmhand Surely it's the second coming And the wrath has ^Afinally taken f^Dorm ^GFor what is this rough b^Aeast ^BmIts hour come at ^Alast ^BmSlouching toward ^GBethlehem to be ^Dborn ^BmSlouching toward ^GBethlehem to be ^Dborn

^BmRaging and raging It r^Gises from the d^Deep ^BmOpening its eyes ^AAfter twe^Gnty centur^Dies ^BmVexed to a nightmare ^AOut of a ^Gstony sl^Deep ^BmBy a rocking c^Aradle ^GBy the Sea of ^DGalilee

^GSurely some revel^Dation is at ^Bmhand Surely it's the second coming And the wrath has ^Afinally taken f^Dorm ^GFor what is this rough b^Aeast ^BmIts hour come at ^Alast ^BmSlouching toward ^GBethlehem to be ^Dborn ^BmSlouching toward ^GBethlehem to be ^Dborn