A Silent Army In The Trees chords by Matthew Good

A Silent Army In The Trees
Matthew Good
Vancouver 2009
Acoustic

Tuning D#G#C#F#A#C#  -half step down high e dropped an extra full step

F#/A 200220
A    002220
Bm   224432

Very simple song, listen to Matt play to figure out the timing for the added bass notes.
Its all hammering on the 2nd fret low E string (or D# if you decide to tune your guitar down
which is not necessary) during both A chords.

Intro/filler: F#/A A  (listen to get # of reps)

Verse:
F#/A
What will you find, where will you be
when you gotta trade for company
     A
Those plastic guns and infantry
for a silent army in the trees?
          F#/A
Well this ain't the woods behind the house
there ain't nobody screaming out
    A
for you to come inside and eat
You're just holding your friends and watching them bleed
     F#/A
Wore camouflage on Halloween,
a plastic bag, an M-16
 A
Door to door and house to house
but ain't nobody handing it out
     F#/A
Yeah nothing's ever what it seems
when you're kicking in teeth and wishing it dreams
A
Just plastic guns and infantry
for a silent army in the trees

Verse 2: F#/A A
Now baby don't you let me down
a world away and still somehow
Can't shake the feeling that you're out
With another man's arms wrapped tight around you
At night it's cold, we sit and freeze
running red lights in our Humvees
Never thought I'd live to see the day I'd be
afraid of little kids playing in the streets
Well this ain't the woods behind the house
There ain't nobody screaming out
for you to come inside and eat
You're just holding your friends and watching them bleed

Chorus:
Bm  A F#/A
I'm on fire
Bm       A  F#/A
But all ice on the outside
Bm       A   F#/A
That old man in the sky
          Bm  A   F#/A
Well he's all ice on the outside

Rhythm Solo: A F#/A

Verse 3: F#/A A
A muted whale out in the streets
You watch the stage but burn the seats
Two metal legs to get along
You ain't got much without one to stand on
Sometimes at night I hear it roll
A hundred cars long pulling out slow
Like the engineers inside my head
Cold and dark like your side of the bed
Yeah nothing's ever what it seems
And even if it is ends justify means
With plastic guns and infantry for a silent army in the trees

Chorus: Bm  A F#/A
I'm on fire
But all ice on the outside
That old man in the sky
Well he's all ice on the outside