Chords for Augie March - Heartbeat and Sails (Official Video)
Tempo:
65.85 bpm
Chords used:
F#
B
E
G#m
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[E] [B]
Snooze my brains and let my heart [E] have action in its thousand [B] million locks
In the dumb city dawn I'm senseless [E] and drawn to the sun as the [F#] black birds, the [B] tall, open [F#] arms
[G#m] And biting [F#] down on the grateful [B] world, what is [E] a lonely thing?
My money, no [F#] flesh, not [E] happiness but [F#] this, which [B] makes me sing
Scoop my brains, let my heart [E] have action in its thousand [F#] million [B] locks
Feel the subterranean movement [E] of action, we're deep on the ocean, [F#] the sound [B] of the rocks
[G#m] Has it borne [F#] me down?
Has it run me [B] through?
If I give it [E] a name to contract it to, more likely the [F#] sin's been growing [E] in me like [F#] I've grown [B] in you
[G#m] [F#] [E] [F#]
[G#m] [F#] [G#m] [F#]
[B] Scoop my brains, let my heart have action [G#m] in its thousand [B] million locks
In the dumb city dawn we dispense with the flow, [G#m] long as there ain't water in the night, [B] gotta leave no [F#] love
More [G#m] love which will pierce [F#] the callous and clueless, upon [E] the birth of the more than bloom
There's a [F#] child's sense of impending doom in a [B] world that is ambushed, in a world that is [F#] ambushed
[G#m] And biting [F#] down on the grateful [B] world, what is a [E] looming thing?
My money, no [F#] flesh, not [G#m] happiness but this, which [B]
makes me sing
[F#] [G#m] My money, no [F#] flesh, not happiness [G#m] but this, which [B] makes me sing
[G]
Snooze my brains and let my heart [E] have action in its thousand [B] million locks
In the dumb city dawn I'm senseless [E] and drawn to the sun as the [F#] black birds, the [B] tall, open [F#] arms
[G#m] And biting [F#] down on the grateful [B] world, what is [E] a lonely thing?
My money, no [F#] flesh, not [E] happiness but [F#] this, which [B] makes me sing
Scoop my brains, let my heart [E] have action in its thousand [F#] million [B] locks
Feel the subterranean movement [E] of action, we're deep on the ocean, [F#] the sound [B] of the rocks
[G#m] Has it borne [F#] me down?
Has it run me [B] through?
If I give it [E] a name to contract it to, more likely the [F#] sin's been growing [E] in me like [F#] I've grown [B] in you
[G#m] [F#] [E] [F#]
[G#m] [F#] [G#m] [F#]
[B] Scoop my brains, let my heart have action [G#m] in its thousand [B] million locks
In the dumb city dawn we dispense with the flow, [G#m] long as there ain't water in the night, [B] gotta leave no [F#] love
More [G#m] love which will pierce [F#] the callous and clueless, upon [E] the birth of the more than bloom
There's a [F#] child's sense of impending doom in a [B] world that is ambushed, in a world that is [F#] ambushed
[G#m] And biting [F#] down on the grateful [B] world, what is a [E] looming thing?
My money, no [F#] flesh, not [G#m] happiness but this, which [B]
makes me sing
[F#] [G#m] My money, no [F#] flesh, not happiness [G#m] but this, which [B] makes me sing
[G]
Key:
F#
B
E
G#m
G
F#
B
E
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [B]
Snooze my brains and let my heart [E] have action in its thousand [B] million locks
In the dumb city dawn I'm senseless [E] and drawn to the sun as the [F#] black birds, the [B] tall, open [F#] arms
[G#m] And biting [F#] down on the grateful [B] world, what is [E] a lonely thing?
My money, no [F#] flesh, not [E] happiness but [F#] this, which [B] makes me sing _
Scoop my brains, let my heart [E] have action in its thousand [F#] million [B] locks
Feel the subterranean movement [E] of action, we're deep on the ocean, [F#] the sound [B] of the rocks
[G#m] Has it borne [F#] me down?
Has it run me [B] through?
If I give it [E] a name to contract it to, more likely the [F#] sin's been growing [E] in me like [F#] I've grown [B] in you _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G#m] _ _ [F#] _ _ [E] _ _ [F#] _
_ [G#m] _ _ [F#] _ _ [G#m] _ _ [F#] _
[B] Scoop my brains, let my heart have action [G#m] in its thousand [B] million locks
In the dumb city dawn we dispense with the flow, [G#m] long as there ain't water in the night, [B] gotta leave no [F#] love
More [G#m] love which will pierce [F#] the callous and clueless, upon [E] the birth of the more than bloom
There's a [F#] child's sense of impending doom in a [B] world that is _ ambushed, in a world that is [F#] ambushed
[G#m] And biting [F#] down on the grateful [B] world, what is a [E] looming thing?
My money, no [F#] flesh, not [G#m] happiness but this, which [B]
makes me sing
[F#] _ [G#m] My money, no [F#] flesh, not happiness [G#m] but this, which [B] makes me sing _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Snooze my brains and let my heart [E] have action in its thousand [B] million locks
In the dumb city dawn I'm senseless [E] and drawn to the sun as the [F#] black birds, the [B] tall, open [F#] arms
[G#m] And biting [F#] down on the grateful [B] world, what is [E] a lonely thing?
My money, no [F#] flesh, not [E] happiness but [F#] this, which [B] makes me sing _
Scoop my brains, let my heart [E] have action in its thousand [F#] million [B] locks
Feel the subterranean movement [E] of action, we're deep on the ocean, [F#] the sound [B] of the rocks
[G#m] Has it borne [F#] me down?
Has it run me [B] through?
If I give it [E] a name to contract it to, more likely the [F#] sin's been growing [E] in me like [F#] I've grown [B] in you _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G#m] _ _ [F#] _ _ [E] _ _ [F#] _
_ [G#m] _ _ [F#] _ _ [G#m] _ _ [F#] _
[B] Scoop my brains, let my heart have action [G#m] in its thousand [B] million locks
In the dumb city dawn we dispense with the flow, [G#m] long as there ain't water in the night, [B] gotta leave no [F#] love
More [G#m] love which will pierce [F#] the callous and clueless, upon [E] the birth of the more than bloom
There's a [F#] child's sense of impending doom in a [B] world that is _ ambushed, in a world that is [F#] ambushed
[G#m] And biting [F#] down on the grateful [B] world, what is a [E] looming thing?
My money, no [F#] flesh, not [G#m] happiness but this, which [B]
makes me sing
[F#] _ [G#m] My money, no [F#] flesh, not happiness [G#m] but this, which [B] makes me sing _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
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