Astronautalis Feat. Tegan Quin - Contrails Chords
Tempo:
93.45 bpm
Chords used:
A
Bm
F#
G
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A]
[F#m] [B]
[Bm] I know, even if you live [A] in a broken home, you can never escape all of [F#] your ghosts.
So if you walk, you better learn how [G] to run.
That's why I wrote [B] this song.
We [F#m] found a trail of blood in a broken home.
We polished up this pretty pearl of [F#] a home.
I won't forbade this guy to keep her [G] every one.
That's why I wrote [Bm] this song.
That's why I wrote [F#m] this song.
That's why I wrote this song.
That's why I wrote this song.
[Gm] I know, you know, we're worth [Bm] something, you know.
She always made the best of deaf and blind.
Fashionable, just her [A] canes and signs.
Trace her narrow peril like a judge's [F#] character in brush.
She never missed a lift up off the dime.
Her [G] fingertips are drifting, this is real sometimes.
It's time, it's just how it's [Bm] done.
Sequences of the grip, overwritten trauma.
[A] Whisper breath, read the good news, you over milked it.
And there's some fingertips [F#] and this is just, shit.
What is [G] this?
[D] This isn't just a
I [Bm] know a cane is just a comedy.
Tin cups for cultural cripple [A] honesty.
Slain perception, lame deception.
What's astonishing, [F#] we bought it, see.
Every hairy dick in time [G] left a very fickle palms.
Palming a broken promise, [B] ring me, follow me.
A hundred strong men choked on [A] a bit.
While the blind bride guides the bridal towards the [F#] abyss.
And this could only end wrong, but [Em] motherfuck it, that's a
[D] That's why I wrote this song.
[Bm] I know, you're leaving some [A] ends and you're dripping with bones.
Look what you never gave all of [F#] your gold.
See, if you walk, you better learn how [G] to run.
That's why I wrote [Bm] this song.
If I'm a stray floater, just [A] broken home.
I'll just have this pretty girl in [F#] my home.
I won't compete this [G] galloping bird every while alone.
That's [Bm] why I wrote this song.
Leonardo Terrace said it, the truth [A] is said at the music.
We're all conquistadors of the useless.
[F#] We're kind of fools for stupid.
You climb a mountain to do it.
[G] Then climb back down to the town [D] without a picture to prove it.
[B] I knew it from the moment I saw your eyes flash wide [A] in the crowd.
That you was cutting money, it's too late to turn [F#] back now.
It's when those burnt [G] black clouds submerged the earth in shroud.
The [C#] kings earned that [Bm] crown.
And this is how we rise by taking [A] a fall.
Survive another winter on, straight [F#] to the start.
One day you'll learn to strain the teeth of [G] your teeth.
And maybe find the strength to proceed to the peak.
[Bm] You press on into the thin [G] again, it cannot breathe.
[A] Swallow so much of my damn, proud that it chokes me.
[F#] The real risk is not a slip-up at the edge of the peak.
[B] The real danger is just to linger at the face of [Bm] the thing.
I know, you're leaving some ends and you're dripping [A] with bones.
Look what you never gave all [F#] of your gold.
[Bm] You better learn [G] how to run.
[A]
It's why I work [Bm] this long.
It's where I burn and it [A] goes long.
You [F#m] might as well just get a gun and a hoe.
I'm a courageous guy, [G] and I'm gonna take it on.
[D]
It's why I work [Bm] this long.
It's why I work this long.
[A] It's why I work this long.
[F#] It's why I work this long.
[G] I know, you know, you're running something wrong.
[F#m] [B]
[Bm] I know, even if you live [A] in a broken home, you can never escape all of [F#] your ghosts.
So if you walk, you better learn how [G] to run.
That's why I wrote [B] this song.
We [F#m] found a trail of blood in a broken home.
We polished up this pretty pearl of [F#] a home.
I won't forbade this guy to keep her [G] every one.
That's why I wrote [Bm] this song.
That's why I wrote [F#m] this song.
That's why I wrote this song.
That's why I wrote this song.
[Gm] I know, you know, we're worth [Bm] something, you know.
She always made the best of deaf and blind.
Fashionable, just her [A] canes and signs.
Trace her narrow peril like a judge's [F#] character in brush.
She never missed a lift up off the dime.
Her [G] fingertips are drifting, this is real sometimes.
It's time, it's just how it's [Bm] done.
Sequences of the grip, overwritten trauma.
[A] Whisper breath, read the good news, you over milked it.
And there's some fingertips [F#] and this is just, shit.
What is [G] this?
[D] This isn't just a
I [Bm] know a cane is just a comedy.
Tin cups for cultural cripple [A] honesty.
Slain perception, lame deception.
What's astonishing, [F#] we bought it, see.
Every hairy dick in time [G] left a very fickle palms.
Palming a broken promise, [B] ring me, follow me.
A hundred strong men choked on [A] a bit.
While the blind bride guides the bridal towards the [F#] abyss.
And this could only end wrong, but [Em] motherfuck it, that's a
[D] That's why I wrote this song.
[Bm] I know, you're leaving some [A] ends and you're dripping with bones.
Look what you never gave all of [F#] your gold.
See, if you walk, you better learn how [G] to run.
That's why I wrote [Bm] this song.
If I'm a stray floater, just [A] broken home.
I'll just have this pretty girl in [F#] my home.
I won't compete this [G] galloping bird every while alone.
That's [Bm] why I wrote this song.
Leonardo Terrace said it, the truth [A] is said at the music.
We're all conquistadors of the useless.
[F#] We're kind of fools for stupid.
You climb a mountain to do it.
[G] Then climb back down to the town [D] without a picture to prove it.
[B] I knew it from the moment I saw your eyes flash wide [A] in the crowd.
That you was cutting money, it's too late to turn [F#] back now.
It's when those burnt [G] black clouds submerged the earth in shroud.
The [C#] kings earned that [Bm] crown.
And this is how we rise by taking [A] a fall.
Survive another winter on, straight [F#] to the start.
One day you'll learn to strain the teeth of [G] your teeth.
And maybe find the strength to proceed to the peak.
[Bm] You press on into the thin [G] again, it cannot breathe.
[A] Swallow so much of my damn, proud that it chokes me.
[F#] The real risk is not a slip-up at the edge of the peak.
[B] The real danger is just to linger at the face of [Bm] the thing.
I know, you're leaving some ends and you're dripping [A] with bones.
Look what you never gave all [F#] of your gold.
[Bm] You better learn [G] how to run.
[A]
It's why I work [Bm] this long.
It's where I burn and it [A] goes long.
You [F#m] might as well just get a gun and a hoe.
I'm a courageous guy, [G] and I'm gonna take it on.
[D]
It's why I work [Bm] this long.
It's why I work this long.
[A] It's why I work this long.
[F#] It's why I work this long.
[G] I know, you know, you're running something wrong.
Key:
A
Bm
F#
G
B
A
Bm
F#
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
[Bm] I know, even if you live [A] in a broken home, you can never escape all of [F#] your ghosts.
So if you walk, you better learn how [G] to run.
That's why I wrote [B] this song.
We [F#m] found a trail of blood in a broken home.
We polished up this pretty pearl of [F#] a home.
I won't forbade this guy to keep her [G] every one.
That's why I wrote [Bm] this song.
That's why I wrote [F#m] this song.
That's why I wrote this song.
_ That's why I wrote this song.
[Gm] I know, you know, we're worth [Bm] something, you know.
She always made the best of deaf and blind.
Fashionable, just her [A] canes and signs.
Trace her narrow peril like a judge's [F#] character in brush.
She never missed a lift up off the dime.
Her [G] fingertips are drifting, this is real sometimes.
It's time, it's just how it's [Bm] done.
Sequences of the grip, overwritten trauma.
[A] Whisper breath, read the good news, you over milked it.
And there's some fingertips [F#] and this is just, shit.
What is [G] this?
[D] This isn't just a_
I [Bm] know a cane is just a comedy.
Tin cups for cultural cripple [A] honesty.
Slain perception, lame deception.
What's astonishing, [F#] we bought it, see.
Every hairy dick in time [G] left a very fickle palms.
Palming a broken promise, [B] ring me, follow me.
A hundred strong men choked on [A] a bit.
While the blind bride guides the bridal towards the [F#] abyss.
And this could only end wrong, but [Em] motherfuck it, that's a_
[D] That's why I wrote this song.
[Bm] I know, you're leaving some [A] ends and you're dripping with bones.
Look what you never gave all of [F#] your gold.
See, if you walk, you better learn how [G] to run. _
That's why I wrote [Bm] this song.
If I'm a stray floater, just [A] broken home.
I'll just have this pretty girl in [F#] my home.
I won't compete this [G] galloping bird every while alone.
That's [Bm] why I wrote this song.
Leonardo Terrace said it, the truth [A] is said at the music.
We're all conquistadors of the useless.
[F#] We're kind of fools for stupid.
You climb a mountain to do it.
[G] Then climb back down to the town [D] without a picture to prove it.
[B] I knew it from the moment I saw your eyes flash wide [A] in the crowd.
That you was cutting money, it's too late to turn [F#] back now.
It's when those burnt [G] black clouds submerged the earth in shroud.
The [C#] kings earned that [Bm] crown.
And this is how we rise by taking [A] a fall.
Survive another winter on, straight [F#] to the start.
One day you'll learn to strain the teeth of [G] your teeth.
And maybe find the strength to proceed to the peak.
[Bm] You press on into the thin [G] again, it cannot breathe.
[A] Swallow so much of my damn, proud that it chokes me.
[F#] The real risk is not a slip-up at the edge of the peak.
[B] The real danger is just to linger at the face of [Bm] the thing.
I know, you're leaving some ends and you're dripping [A] with bones.
Look what you never gave all [F#] of your gold.
[Bm] You better learn [G] how to run.
_ [A]
It's why I work [Bm] this long.
It's where I burn and it [A] goes long.
You [F#m] might as well just get a gun and a hoe.
I'm a courageous guy, [G] and I'm gonna take it on.
[D]
It's why I work [Bm] this long.
It's why I work this long.
[A] It's why I work this long.
[F#] It's why I work this long.
[G] I know, you know, you're running something wrong. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
[Bm] I know, even if you live [A] in a broken home, you can never escape all of [F#] your ghosts.
So if you walk, you better learn how [G] to run.
That's why I wrote [B] this song.
We [F#m] found a trail of blood in a broken home.
We polished up this pretty pearl of [F#] a home.
I won't forbade this guy to keep her [G] every one.
That's why I wrote [Bm] this song.
That's why I wrote [F#m] this song.
That's why I wrote this song.
_ That's why I wrote this song.
[Gm] I know, you know, we're worth [Bm] something, you know.
She always made the best of deaf and blind.
Fashionable, just her [A] canes and signs.
Trace her narrow peril like a judge's [F#] character in brush.
She never missed a lift up off the dime.
Her [G] fingertips are drifting, this is real sometimes.
It's time, it's just how it's [Bm] done.
Sequences of the grip, overwritten trauma.
[A] Whisper breath, read the good news, you over milked it.
And there's some fingertips [F#] and this is just, shit.
What is [G] this?
[D] This isn't just a_
I [Bm] know a cane is just a comedy.
Tin cups for cultural cripple [A] honesty.
Slain perception, lame deception.
What's astonishing, [F#] we bought it, see.
Every hairy dick in time [G] left a very fickle palms.
Palming a broken promise, [B] ring me, follow me.
A hundred strong men choked on [A] a bit.
While the blind bride guides the bridal towards the [F#] abyss.
And this could only end wrong, but [Em] motherfuck it, that's a_
[D] That's why I wrote this song.
[Bm] I know, you're leaving some [A] ends and you're dripping with bones.
Look what you never gave all of [F#] your gold.
See, if you walk, you better learn how [G] to run. _
That's why I wrote [Bm] this song.
If I'm a stray floater, just [A] broken home.
I'll just have this pretty girl in [F#] my home.
I won't compete this [G] galloping bird every while alone.
That's [Bm] why I wrote this song.
Leonardo Terrace said it, the truth [A] is said at the music.
We're all conquistadors of the useless.
[F#] We're kind of fools for stupid.
You climb a mountain to do it.
[G] Then climb back down to the town [D] without a picture to prove it.
[B] I knew it from the moment I saw your eyes flash wide [A] in the crowd.
That you was cutting money, it's too late to turn [F#] back now.
It's when those burnt [G] black clouds submerged the earth in shroud.
The [C#] kings earned that [Bm] crown.
And this is how we rise by taking [A] a fall.
Survive another winter on, straight [F#] to the start.
One day you'll learn to strain the teeth of [G] your teeth.
And maybe find the strength to proceed to the peak.
[Bm] You press on into the thin [G] again, it cannot breathe.
[A] Swallow so much of my damn, proud that it chokes me.
[F#] The real risk is not a slip-up at the edge of the peak.
[B] The real danger is just to linger at the face of [Bm] the thing.
I know, you're leaving some ends and you're dripping [A] with bones.
Look what you never gave all [F#] of your gold.
[Bm] You better learn [G] how to run.
_ [A]
It's why I work [Bm] this long.
It's where I burn and it [A] goes long.
You [F#m] might as well just get a gun and a hoe.
I'm a courageous guy, [G] and I'm gonna take it on.
[D]
It's why I work [Bm] this long.
It's why I work this long.
[A] It's why I work this long.
[F#] It's why I work this long.
[G] I know, you know, you're running something wrong. _ _ _ _ _ _
Facts about this song