\selectlanguage{english}
\songcolumns{2}
\beginsong{The Old Revolution}
	[by=Leonard Cohen,cov=songs-from-a-room,album=Songs from a Room]

	\cover

	\beginverse*
		\musicnote{Intro : \nolyrics \[E]}
	\endverse

	\beginverse
		\[E] I finally \[A] broke into the \[E]prison,
		\[B] I found my place in the \[E]chain; \[E7]
		\[A] Even damnation is \[E]poisoned with \[Am]rainbows;
		\[E] All the brave young men,
		\[G#] They're waiting now to see a sig\[C#m]nal
		Which some \[A]killer will be \[F#]lighting for \[B]pay. \[B7]
	\endverse

	\beginchorus
		\[A] Into this furnace I \[E]ask you now to \[Am]venture,
		\[E]You whom I \[B7]cannot be\[A]tray. \[A E]
	\endchorus

	\beginverse
		\[E] I fought in the \[A]old revo\[E]lution
		\[B] On the side of the ghost and the \[E]King. \[E7]
		\[A] Of course I was very young and I \[E]thought that we were \[Am]winning;
		\[E] I can't pretend
		\[G#] I still feel very much like sin\[C#m]ging
		As they \[A]carry the \[F#]bodies a\[B]way. \[B7]
	\endverse

	\beginverse
		\[E] Lately you've \[A]started to \[E]stutter
		\[B] As though you had nothing to \[E]say. \[E7]
		\[A] To all of my architects \[E]{let me} be \[Am]traitor.
		\[E] Now let me say
		\[G#] I myself gave the or\[C#m]der
		To \[A]sleep and to \[F#]search and to des\[B]troy. \[B7]
	\endverse

	\beginverse
		\[E] Yes, you who are \[A]broken by \[E]power,
		\[B] You who are absent all \[E]day, \[E7]
		\[A] You who are kings for the sake of your \[E]children's \[Am]story,
		\[E] The hand of your beggar
		\[G#] Is burdened down with mo\[C#m]ney,
		The \[A]hand of your \[F#]lover is \[B]clay. \[B7]
	\endverse

\endsong