A Story Told Chords by Patrick Stanke
Tempo:
74.2 bpm
Chords used:
C#
C
Fm
A#m
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[B] [C#]
[Fm] Your friends, are we not?
And [A#m] our interests are the same.
We collaborate and trust in fate to parcel [C] out the blame.
[Fm] There are ends we've all got that can justify the [A#m] means.
We negotiate and [C#] fabricate the facts [C] behind the scenes.
[C#] Keeping all the details, vacant [C] secrets [C#] hidden.
Safe in a balance sheet of [C] those you trust.
Because history, [F] story [C#] told by the winners of the past.
[C] You and I are little, [Fm] fine, fine little sailor.
[C] Who's gonna question what goes on in the middle of the night?
Not a drinker, not a smuggler or a [Fm] mercedes or a [A#m] jailor.
[Fm] So we [C#] all are agreed, [A#m] let's be [Fm] vigilant and wise.
We [A#] must all pretend our naive [C#] friend was caught in his [C] own lies.
For our [Fm] plan to succeed, we must share but one belief.
[A#m] That Dante stays and ends [C#] his days inside the chateau d'If.
With the softest things [C] he'll touch are stones and [C#] darkness.
Deep in a craggy island, [C] dungeons keep.
[F] Because history is a [C#] story told by the men who make the laws.
[C] Who is a pilot, a lad, a big [Fm] oliver, to buy a little fable.
[C] [F] What will become of the righteous [C#] man who first stunted [C] for history?
And will expect animal to be [Fm] rejected at your table.
[F] I'll be a comfort in her time of grief and [A#m] anguish.
I'll [C] be mercedes ever [Fm] faithful acolyte every [A#m] night.
And part of me wishes Dante [Fm] didn't have to languish.
But I [C] can see it's him or me.
Let him sit there and rock [C#] till he's forgot.
[F#m] History is a story [D] told by the people who survive.
[C#] Let me sign in the initials.
It's a stupid bit of silly.
[F#m] That's the story.
[F#m] What if the customs of one young man, so [D] bemoaning, can survive?
[C#] He's a pride we have to pay.
So let's find another day for love and glory.
[A] We're standing in the way of friendship, so I say.
So goes the [F#m] stick to the story.
[F#] Here ends the story.
[F#m] [B]
[Fm] Your friends, are we not?
And [A#m] our interests are the same.
We collaborate and trust in fate to parcel [C] out the blame.
[Fm] There are ends we've all got that can justify the [A#m] means.
We negotiate and [C#] fabricate the facts [C] behind the scenes.
[C#] Keeping all the details, vacant [C] secrets [C#] hidden.
Safe in a balance sheet of [C] those you trust.
Because history, [F] story [C#] told by the winners of the past.
[C] You and I are little, [Fm] fine, fine little sailor.
[C] Who's gonna question what goes on in the middle of the night?
Not a drinker, not a smuggler or a [Fm] mercedes or a [A#m] jailor.
[Fm] So we [C#] all are agreed, [A#m] let's be [Fm] vigilant and wise.
We [A#] must all pretend our naive [C#] friend was caught in his [C] own lies.
For our [Fm] plan to succeed, we must share but one belief.
[A#m] That Dante stays and ends [C#] his days inside the chateau d'If.
With the softest things [C] he'll touch are stones and [C#] darkness.
Deep in a craggy island, [C] dungeons keep.
[F] Because history is a [C#] story told by the men who make the laws.
[C] Who is a pilot, a lad, a big [Fm] oliver, to buy a little fable.
[C] [F] What will become of the righteous [C#] man who first stunted [C] for history?
And will expect animal to be [Fm] rejected at your table.
[F] I'll be a comfort in her time of grief and [A#m] anguish.
I'll [C] be mercedes ever [Fm] faithful acolyte every [A#m] night.
And part of me wishes Dante [Fm] didn't have to languish.
But I [C] can see it's him or me.
Let him sit there and rock [C#] till he's forgot.
[F#m] History is a story [D] told by the people who survive.
[C#] Let me sign in the initials.
It's a stupid bit of silly.
[F#m] That's the story.
[F#m] What if the customs of one young man, so [D] bemoaning, can survive?
[C#] He's a pride we have to pay.
So let's find another day for love and glory.
[A] We're standing in the way of friendship, so I say.
So goes the [F#m] stick to the story.
[F#] Here ends the story.
[F#m] [B]
Key:
C#
C
Fm
A#m
F#m
C#
C
Fm
_ [B] _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Fm] Your friends, are we not?
And [A#m] our interests are the same.
We collaborate and trust in fate to parcel [C] out the blame.
[Fm] There are ends we've all got that can justify the [A#m] means.
We negotiate and [C#] fabricate the facts [C] behind the scenes.
[C#] Keeping all the details, vacant [C] secrets [C#] hidden.
Safe in a balance sheet of [C] those you trust.
Because history, [F] story [C#] told by the winners of the past.
[C] You and I are little, [Fm] fine, fine little sailor.
[C] Who's gonna question what goes on in the middle of the night?
Not a drinker, not a smuggler or a [Fm] mercedes or a [A#m] jailor.
_ [Fm] So we [C#] all are agreed, [A#m] let's be [Fm] vigilant and wise.
We [A#] must all pretend our naive [C#] friend was caught in his [C] own lies.
For our [Fm] plan to succeed, we must share but one belief.
[A#m] That Dante stays and ends [C#] his days inside the chateau d'If.
With the softest things [C] he'll touch are stones and [C#] darkness.
Deep in a craggy island, [C] dungeons keep.
[F] Because history is a [C#] story told by the men who make the laws.
[C] Who is a pilot, a lad, a big [Fm] oliver, to buy a little fable.
[C] [F] What will become of the righteous [C#] man who first stunted [C] for history?
And will expect animal to be [Fm] rejected at your table.
[F] I'll be a comfort in her time of grief and [A#m] anguish.
I'll [C] be mercedes ever [Fm] faithful acolyte every [A#m] night.
And part of me wishes Dante [Fm] didn't have to languish.
But I [C] can see it's him or me.
Let him sit there and rock [C#] till he's forgot.
_ _ [F#m] History is a story [D] told by the people who survive.
[C#] Let me sign in the initials.
It's a stupid bit of silly.
[F#m] That's the story.
[F#m] What if the customs of one young man, so [D] bemoaning, can survive?
[C#] He's a pride we have to pay.
So let's find another day for love and glory.
[A] We're standing in the way of friendship, so I say.
So goes the [F#m] stick to the story.
[F#] Here ends the story.
_ [F#m] _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Fm] Your friends, are we not?
And [A#m] our interests are the same.
We collaborate and trust in fate to parcel [C] out the blame.
[Fm] There are ends we've all got that can justify the [A#m] means.
We negotiate and [C#] fabricate the facts [C] behind the scenes.
[C#] Keeping all the details, vacant [C] secrets [C#] hidden.
Safe in a balance sheet of [C] those you trust.
Because history, [F] story [C#] told by the winners of the past.
[C] You and I are little, [Fm] fine, fine little sailor.
[C] Who's gonna question what goes on in the middle of the night?
Not a drinker, not a smuggler or a [Fm] mercedes or a [A#m] jailor.
_ [Fm] So we [C#] all are agreed, [A#m] let's be [Fm] vigilant and wise.
We [A#] must all pretend our naive [C#] friend was caught in his [C] own lies.
For our [Fm] plan to succeed, we must share but one belief.
[A#m] That Dante stays and ends [C#] his days inside the chateau d'If.
With the softest things [C] he'll touch are stones and [C#] darkness.
Deep in a craggy island, [C] dungeons keep.
[F] Because history is a [C#] story told by the men who make the laws.
[C] Who is a pilot, a lad, a big [Fm] oliver, to buy a little fable.
[C] [F] What will become of the righteous [C#] man who first stunted [C] for history?
And will expect animal to be [Fm] rejected at your table.
[F] I'll be a comfort in her time of grief and [A#m] anguish.
I'll [C] be mercedes ever [Fm] faithful acolyte every [A#m] night.
And part of me wishes Dante [Fm] didn't have to languish.
But I [C] can see it's him or me.
Let him sit there and rock [C#] till he's forgot.
_ _ [F#m] History is a story [D] told by the people who survive.
[C#] Let me sign in the initials.
It's a stupid bit of silly.
[F#m] That's the story.
[F#m] What if the customs of one young man, so [D] bemoaning, can survive?
[C#] He's a pride we have to pay.
So let's find another day for love and glory.
[A] We're standing in the way of friendship, so I say.
So goes the [F#m] stick to the story.
[F#] Here ends the story.
_ [F#m] _ _ _ [B] _