Chords for Astronautalis - Oceanwalk
Tempo:
107.8 bpm
Chords used:
D
Bm
G
B
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D]
[E] [Bm]
[D] 40 steps to the end of the private lives, 54 steps on to the upturned hand,
[Bm]
233 steps towards the hidden yard, 527 steps to the lion's [D] mouth,
184 steps to the etching box, 376 steps to the walking planks,
[Bm] 433 steps to the watchtower on the sea, 17 steps down to the beach.
I saw the door and I looked through the entrance, Staredown night sky, dot patterns seeming endless,
Broken friendship, dandy dog unleashed, Door latch caught, [Bm] spot shoes stomp on street,
[D] Tape deck plays and the reels are spent, Suburbs sound closed down [G] as boomfap [B] begins,
Red face hide in the [E] shades of the trees, [Bm] As buggered blue moonlights pass through the [D] leaves,
Carry out my concerning deeds in deprivation of darkness, Come [G] comfort a cave full of locked inside of apartments,
[B] Spark this with a mark in mistakes and [G] minors learning, How to fill a better book of matches by watching the fire [A] burning,
Count all my dreams on a pair [D] of Pinocchio fingers, And trace the trail back home by the tumbling [B] splinters,
A silly beginner, basic apprentice, [Bm] aggression, In the absence of a master trying to make up my own lessons,
[B] [B]
[G] Number 77, [A] number 77,
[D] From the dreams to the leaves to the cracks in the pavement, To the butchers and rats to the off and cross bases,
From the spies to the thieves to the cross eye complainers, To the ain't that long when you count on the bases,
From the breeds to the tracks to the aliens, The statements to the grief to the crap,
That they all want to wait [F#m] until the fourth and back, The fourth and back,
[D] There's no turning back, and back, and back, and back again,
[Bm]
[G]
[D] Secrets explode whether you mean it or not, A long time dreams with the right keys, but I [Em] worked the wrong locks,
[Bm] A strong box screws split quick before I [E] could re-tighten, I learned lightning strikes [G] are needful for the [D] language leaks it likes,
The waking of the dead, the living worth with the fleets, I was a vampire roaming streets, when [E] I'd a swear I was [Bm] asleep,
The beeping of the buzzer [Bm] burned my brain, The next day I tried to brush my teeth, but never could remove the [D] blood stains,
A double life of moonlighting goes tiring from trying, If you've got to work a day job and keep the villagers from [B] rioting,
List of lies and [Bm] length and long a life, life lame and honest, [D] Invited the world to my home and choked the bones stacked in my closet,
A dumb little skeleton walking miles to chase his silly dreams,
Subtle skulls, cool [G] shoes punctuated by a bracelet [B] key,
All the while stalking, [G] walking awkward through the night, In the stomach of the suburbs with a dog by my [D]
side,
[Bm] [A]
[D] From the dreams to the leaves to the cracks in the pavement, To the roaches and rats to the harmful cars pacing,
From the spies to the thieves to the cross eye complainers, To the, ain't that long when you count out the faces,
From the briefs to the tracks to the aliens' statements, To the grief [D] to the crap that they all wanna wait in,
[F#m] To the forth and back, the forth and back, [D] the forth and back and back and back and back and back,
From the dreams to the leaves to the cracks in the pavement, To the roaches and rats to the harmful cars pacing,
From the spies to the thieves to the cross eye complainers, To the, ain't that long when you count out the faces,
From the briefs to the tracks to the aliens' statements, To the grief to the crap that they all wanna [F#m] wait in,
To the forth and back, the forth and back, the [D] forth and back and back and back and back,
From the dreams to the leaves to the cracks in the pavement, To the roaches and rats to the harmful cars pacing,
From the spies to the thieves to the cross eye complainers, To the, ain't that long when you count out the faces,
From the briefs to the tracks to the aliens' statements, To the grief to the crap that they all wanna wait [F#m] in,
To the forth and back, the forth and back, [G] there's no turning back and back and back and back [D] again.
[Bm]
[G] [A]
[G] [Bm]
[D]
[A]
[N]
[E] [Bm]
[D] 40 steps to the end of the private lives, 54 steps on to the upturned hand,
[Bm]
233 steps towards the hidden yard, 527 steps to the lion's [D] mouth,
184 steps to the etching box, 376 steps to the walking planks,
[Bm] 433 steps to the watchtower on the sea, 17 steps down to the beach.
I saw the door and I looked through the entrance, Staredown night sky, dot patterns seeming endless,
Broken friendship, dandy dog unleashed, Door latch caught, [Bm] spot shoes stomp on street,
[D] Tape deck plays and the reels are spent, Suburbs sound closed down [G] as boomfap [B] begins,
Red face hide in the [E] shades of the trees, [Bm] As buggered blue moonlights pass through the [D] leaves,
Carry out my concerning deeds in deprivation of darkness, Come [G] comfort a cave full of locked inside of apartments,
[B] Spark this with a mark in mistakes and [G] minors learning, How to fill a better book of matches by watching the fire [A] burning,
Count all my dreams on a pair [D] of Pinocchio fingers, And trace the trail back home by the tumbling [B] splinters,
A silly beginner, basic apprentice, [Bm] aggression, In the absence of a master trying to make up my own lessons,
[B] [B]
[G] Number 77, [A] number 77,
[D] From the dreams to the leaves to the cracks in the pavement, To the butchers and rats to the off and cross bases,
From the spies to the thieves to the cross eye complainers, To the ain't that long when you count on the bases,
From the breeds to the tracks to the aliens, The statements to the grief to the crap,
That they all want to wait [F#m] until the fourth and back, The fourth and back,
[D] There's no turning back, and back, and back, and back again,
[Bm]
[G]
[D] Secrets explode whether you mean it or not, A long time dreams with the right keys, but I [Em] worked the wrong locks,
[Bm] A strong box screws split quick before I [E] could re-tighten, I learned lightning strikes [G] are needful for the [D] language leaks it likes,
The waking of the dead, the living worth with the fleets, I was a vampire roaming streets, when [E] I'd a swear I was [Bm] asleep,
The beeping of the buzzer [Bm] burned my brain, The next day I tried to brush my teeth, but never could remove the [D] blood stains,
A double life of moonlighting goes tiring from trying, If you've got to work a day job and keep the villagers from [B] rioting,
List of lies and [Bm] length and long a life, life lame and honest, [D] Invited the world to my home and choked the bones stacked in my closet,
A dumb little skeleton walking miles to chase his silly dreams,
Subtle skulls, cool [G] shoes punctuated by a bracelet [B] key,
All the while stalking, [G] walking awkward through the night, In the stomach of the suburbs with a dog by my [D]
side,
[Bm] [A]
[D] From the dreams to the leaves to the cracks in the pavement, To the roaches and rats to the harmful cars pacing,
From the spies to the thieves to the cross eye complainers, To the, ain't that long when you count out the faces,
From the briefs to the tracks to the aliens' statements, To the grief [D] to the crap that they all wanna wait in,
[F#m] To the forth and back, the forth and back, [D] the forth and back and back and back and back and back,
From the dreams to the leaves to the cracks in the pavement, To the roaches and rats to the harmful cars pacing,
From the spies to the thieves to the cross eye complainers, To the, ain't that long when you count out the faces,
From the briefs to the tracks to the aliens' statements, To the grief to the crap that they all wanna [F#m] wait in,
To the forth and back, the forth and back, the [D] forth and back and back and back and back,
From the dreams to the leaves to the cracks in the pavement, To the roaches and rats to the harmful cars pacing,
From the spies to the thieves to the cross eye complainers, To the, ain't that long when you count out the faces,
From the briefs to the tracks to the aliens' statements, To the grief to the crap that they all wanna wait [F#m] in,
To the forth and back, the forth and back, [G] there's no turning back and back and back and back [D] again.
[Bm]
[G] [A]
[G] [Bm]
[D]
[A]
[N]
Key:
D
Bm
G
B
A
D
Bm
G
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ 40 steps to the end of the private lives, 54 steps on to the upturned hand,
[Bm] _
233 steps towards the hidden yard, _ 527 steps to the lion's [D] mouth,
184 steps to the etching box, 376 steps to the walking planks,
[Bm] 433 steps to the watchtower on the sea, 17 steps down to the beach.
I saw the door and I looked through the entrance, Staredown night sky, dot patterns seeming endless,
Broken friendship, dandy dog unleashed, Door latch caught, [Bm] spot shoes stomp on street,
[D] Tape deck plays and the reels are spent, Suburbs sound closed down [G] as boomfap [B] begins,
Red face hide in the [E] shades of the trees, [Bm] As buggered blue moonlights pass through the [D] leaves,
Carry out my concerning deeds in deprivation of darkness, Come [G] comfort a cave full of locked inside of apartments,
[B] Spark this with a mark in mistakes and [G] minors learning, How to fill a better book of matches by watching the fire [A] burning,
Count all my dreams on a pair [D] of Pinocchio fingers, And trace the trail back home by the tumbling [B] splinters,
A silly beginner, basic apprentice, [Bm] aggression, In the absence of a master trying to make up my own lessons, _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ [G] Number 77, [A] number 77, _ _
_ [D] From the dreams to the leaves to the cracks in the pavement, To the butchers and rats to the off and cross bases,
From the spies to the thieves to the cross eye complainers, To the ain't that long when you count on the bases,
From the breeds to the tracks to the aliens, The statements to the grief to the crap,
That they all want to wait [F#m] until the fourth and back, The fourth and back,
[D] There's no turning back, and back, and back, and back again, _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ [D] Secrets explode whether you mean it or not, A long time dreams with the right keys, but I [Em] worked the wrong locks,
[Bm] A strong box screws split quick before I [E] could re-tighten, I learned lightning strikes [G] are needful for the [D] language leaks it likes,
The waking of the dead, the living worth with the fleets, I was a vampire roaming streets, when [E] I'd a swear I was [Bm] asleep,
The beeping of the buzzer [Bm] burned my brain, The next day I tried to brush my teeth, but never could remove the [D] blood stains,
A double life of moonlighting goes tiring from trying, If you've got to work a day job and keep the villagers from [B] rioting,
List of lies and [Bm] length and long a life, life lame and honest, [D] Invited the world to my home and choked the bones stacked in my closet,
A dumb little skeleton walking miles to chase his silly dreams,
Subtle skulls, cool [G] shoes punctuated by a bracelet [B] key,
All the while stalking, [G] walking awkward through the night, In the stomach of the suburbs with a dog by my [D]
side, _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ [D] From the dreams to the leaves to the cracks in the pavement, To the roaches and rats to the harmful cars pacing,
From the spies to the thieves to the cross eye complainers, To the, ain't that long when you count out the faces,
From the briefs to the tracks to the aliens' statements, To the grief [D] to the crap that they all wanna wait in,
[F#m] To the forth and back, the forth and back, [D] the forth and back and back and back and back and back,
From the dreams to the leaves to the cracks in the pavement, To the roaches and rats to the harmful cars pacing,
From the spies to the thieves to the cross eye complainers, To the, ain't that long when you count out the faces,
From the briefs to the tracks to the aliens' statements, To the grief to the crap that they all wanna [F#m] wait in,
To the forth and back, the forth and back, the [D] forth and back and back and back and back,
From the dreams to the leaves to the cracks in the pavement, To the roaches and rats to the harmful cars pacing,
From the spies to the thieves to the cross eye complainers, To the, ain't that long when you count out the faces,
From the briefs to the tracks to the aliens' statements, To the grief to the crap that they all wanna wait [F#m] in,
To the forth and back, the forth and back, [G] there's no turning back and back and back and back [D] again. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
[E] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ 40 steps to the end of the private lives, 54 steps on to the upturned hand,
[Bm] _
233 steps towards the hidden yard, _ 527 steps to the lion's [D] mouth,
184 steps to the etching box, 376 steps to the walking planks,
[Bm] 433 steps to the watchtower on the sea, 17 steps down to the beach.
I saw the door and I looked through the entrance, Staredown night sky, dot patterns seeming endless,
Broken friendship, dandy dog unleashed, Door latch caught, [Bm] spot shoes stomp on street,
[D] Tape deck plays and the reels are spent, Suburbs sound closed down [G] as boomfap [B] begins,
Red face hide in the [E] shades of the trees, [Bm] As buggered blue moonlights pass through the [D] leaves,
Carry out my concerning deeds in deprivation of darkness, Come [G] comfort a cave full of locked inside of apartments,
[B] Spark this with a mark in mistakes and [G] minors learning, How to fill a better book of matches by watching the fire [A] burning,
Count all my dreams on a pair [D] of Pinocchio fingers, And trace the trail back home by the tumbling [B] splinters,
A silly beginner, basic apprentice, [Bm] aggression, In the absence of a master trying to make up my own lessons, _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ [G] Number 77, [A] number 77, _ _
_ [D] From the dreams to the leaves to the cracks in the pavement, To the butchers and rats to the off and cross bases,
From the spies to the thieves to the cross eye complainers, To the ain't that long when you count on the bases,
From the breeds to the tracks to the aliens, The statements to the grief to the crap,
That they all want to wait [F#m] until the fourth and back, The fourth and back,
[D] There's no turning back, and back, and back, and back again, _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ [D] Secrets explode whether you mean it or not, A long time dreams with the right keys, but I [Em] worked the wrong locks,
[Bm] A strong box screws split quick before I [E] could re-tighten, I learned lightning strikes [G] are needful for the [D] language leaks it likes,
The waking of the dead, the living worth with the fleets, I was a vampire roaming streets, when [E] I'd a swear I was [Bm] asleep,
The beeping of the buzzer [Bm] burned my brain, The next day I tried to brush my teeth, but never could remove the [D] blood stains,
A double life of moonlighting goes tiring from trying, If you've got to work a day job and keep the villagers from [B] rioting,
List of lies and [Bm] length and long a life, life lame and honest, [D] Invited the world to my home and choked the bones stacked in my closet,
A dumb little skeleton walking miles to chase his silly dreams,
Subtle skulls, cool [G] shoes punctuated by a bracelet [B] key,
All the while stalking, [G] walking awkward through the night, In the stomach of the suburbs with a dog by my [D]
side, _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ [D] From the dreams to the leaves to the cracks in the pavement, To the roaches and rats to the harmful cars pacing,
From the spies to the thieves to the cross eye complainers, To the, ain't that long when you count out the faces,
From the briefs to the tracks to the aliens' statements, To the grief [D] to the crap that they all wanna wait in,
[F#m] To the forth and back, the forth and back, [D] the forth and back and back and back and back and back,
From the dreams to the leaves to the cracks in the pavement, To the roaches and rats to the harmful cars pacing,
From the spies to the thieves to the cross eye complainers, To the, ain't that long when you count out the faces,
From the briefs to the tracks to the aliens' statements, To the grief to the crap that they all wanna [F#m] wait in,
To the forth and back, the forth and back, the [D] forth and back and back and back and back,
From the dreams to the leaves to the cracks in the pavement, To the roaches and rats to the harmful cars pacing,
From the spies to the thieves to the cross eye complainers, To the, ain't that long when you count out the faces,
From the briefs to the tracks to the aliens' statements, To the grief to the crap that they all wanna wait [F#m] in,
To the forth and back, the forth and back, [G] there's no turning back and back and back and back [D] again. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _