Chords for Ben Watt and Bernard Butler - Golden Ratio (Live on KEXP)
Tempo:
63.4 bpm
Chords used:
F
Dm
Am
G
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A]
[Am]
[Gm] [A]
[Gm] [Dm]
[G] [Dm]
High on the cliff overlooking the [G] sea, [Dm]
[F] walking an hour under the sky.
[C] See the gulls [F] as they fly below.
Most of these paws disappear under snow.
Here I come and here I go.
Is this a [C] momentary golden ratio?
[Bb] I could imagine [F] that it was me.
[Bb]
Truly imagine [F] that it was me.
[D]
Up on the down overlooking [G] the sea, [Dm]
[F] something in sight is pulling at me.
[C]
It [F] marks this voice that's speaking [C] now.
It [F] slights this loud unworldly appeal.
It jumps to the point where this morning [Dm] ends and makes an illusion of everything [Bb] I feel.
What was I thinking that's good for me?
[F] [Bb]
What was I thinking that's [Dm] good for me?
[F] [F]
[Dm]
[Am] [Gm]
[Am] [Gm]
[Dm] [Am] [D]
[D] [Dm]
I'm down in the lane now, I'm [Gm] walking home.
[Dm] Have you walked to the beat of my own [Am] metronome?
[D] Yeah, let [F] my fingers brush the gorse.
Oh, give me salt lips for a seahorse.
I want no regrets and no [Dm] remorse.
I wanna see life as its own [C] resource.
Because I've seen those birds as they wheel below.
I've [Cm] seen these paws under winter [Dm] snow.
Let me come, don't let me go.
I want [G] a momentary golden, golden, [C] golden ratio.
[G]
Yeah, let me imagine [Am] that it was me.
[Bb] So truly imagine that it [Am] was me.
[D]
[G] I was flung open, [Dm] I was alive.
[Am]
[Bb] I was flung open, [F] I was alive, alive, alive, [G] alive, alive.
Yes, it was me.
I [Eb] thought it was me.
I knew it was [F] me.
So let [G] it be me.
Yeah, let it [A] be me.
It should be me.
[G] [Am] [A]
[F] [E]
[Am]
[Gm] [A]
[Gm] [Dm]
[G] [Dm]
High on the cliff overlooking the [G] sea, [Dm]
[F] walking an hour under the sky.
[C] See the gulls [F] as they fly below.
Most of these paws disappear under snow.
Here I come and here I go.
Is this a [C] momentary golden ratio?
[Bb] I could imagine [F] that it was me.
[Bb]
Truly imagine [F] that it was me.
[D]
Up on the down overlooking [G] the sea, [Dm]
[F] something in sight is pulling at me.
[C]
It [F] marks this voice that's speaking [C] now.
It [F] slights this loud unworldly appeal.
It jumps to the point where this morning [Dm] ends and makes an illusion of everything [Bb] I feel.
What was I thinking that's good for me?
[F] [Bb]
What was I thinking that's [Dm] good for me?
[F] [F]
[Dm]
[Am] [Gm]
[Am] [Gm]
[Dm] [Am] [D]
[D] [Dm]
I'm down in the lane now, I'm [Gm] walking home.
[Dm] Have you walked to the beat of my own [Am] metronome?
[D] Yeah, let [F] my fingers brush the gorse.
Oh, give me salt lips for a seahorse.
I want no regrets and no [Dm] remorse.
I wanna see life as its own [C] resource.
Because I've seen those birds as they wheel below.
I've [Cm] seen these paws under winter [Dm] snow.
Let me come, don't let me go.
I want [G] a momentary golden, golden, [C] golden ratio.
[G]
Yeah, let me imagine [Am] that it was me.
[Bb] So truly imagine that it [Am] was me.
[D]
[G] I was flung open, [Dm] I was alive.
[Am]
[Bb] I was flung open, [F] I was alive, alive, alive, [G] alive, alive.
Yes, it was me.
I [Eb] thought it was me.
I knew it was [F] me.
So let [G] it be me.
Yeah, let it [A] be me.
It should be me.
[G] [Am] [A]
[F] [E]
Key:
F
Dm
Am
G
C
F
Dm
Am
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ [G] _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
High on the cliff overlooking the [G] sea, _ [Dm] _
[F] walking an hour under the sky. _ _
[C] See the gulls [F] as they fly below.
Most of these paws disappear under snow.
Here I come and here I go.
Is this a [C] momentary golden ratio?
[Bb] I could imagine [F] that it was me.
_ _ [Bb] _
Truly imagine [F] that it was me.
_ _ [D] _
Up on the down overlooking [G] the sea, _ [Dm] _
[F] something in sight is pulling at me.
_ _ [C]
It [F] marks this voice that's speaking [C] now.
It [F] slights this loud unworldly appeal.
It jumps to the point where this morning [Dm] ends and makes an illusion of everything [Bb] I feel.
What was I thinking that's good for me?
[F] _ _ _ [Bb]
What was I thinking that's [Dm] good for me?
_ [F] _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ [Gm] _
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ [Gm] _
_ _ [Dm] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _
_ _ _ I'm down in the lane now, I'm [Gm] walking home.
_ [Dm] _ Have you walked to the beat of my own [Am] metronome?
_ _ [D] Yeah, let [F] my fingers brush the gorse.
Oh, give me salt lips for a seahorse.
I want no regrets and no [Dm] remorse.
I wanna see life as its own [C] resource.
Because I've seen those birds as they wheel below.
I've [Cm] seen these paws under winter [Dm] snow.
Let me come, don't let me go.
I want [G] a momentary golden, golden, [C] golden ratio.
_ _ [G] _
Yeah, let me imagine [Am] that it was me. _ _ _
[Bb] So truly imagine that it [Am] was me.
_ _ [D] _
[G] I was flung open, [Dm] I was alive.
[Am] _ _ _
[Bb] I was flung open, [F] I was alive, alive, alive, [G] alive, alive.
_ Yes, it was me.
I [Eb] thought it was me.
I knew it was [F] me.
So let [G] it be me.
_ Yeah, let it [A] be me.
_ It should be me.
[G] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ [G] _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
High on the cliff overlooking the [G] sea, _ [Dm] _
[F] walking an hour under the sky. _ _
[C] See the gulls [F] as they fly below.
Most of these paws disappear under snow.
Here I come and here I go.
Is this a [C] momentary golden ratio?
[Bb] I could imagine [F] that it was me.
_ _ [Bb] _
Truly imagine [F] that it was me.
_ _ [D] _
Up on the down overlooking [G] the sea, _ [Dm] _
[F] something in sight is pulling at me.
_ _ [C]
It [F] marks this voice that's speaking [C] now.
It [F] slights this loud unworldly appeal.
It jumps to the point where this morning [Dm] ends and makes an illusion of everything [Bb] I feel.
What was I thinking that's good for me?
[F] _ _ _ [Bb]
What was I thinking that's [Dm] good for me?
_ [F] _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ [Gm] _
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ [Gm] _
_ _ [Dm] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _
_ _ _ I'm down in the lane now, I'm [Gm] walking home.
_ [Dm] _ Have you walked to the beat of my own [Am] metronome?
_ _ [D] Yeah, let [F] my fingers brush the gorse.
Oh, give me salt lips for a seahorse.
I want no regrets and no [Dm] remorse.
I wanna see life as its own [C] resource.
Because I've seen those birds as they wheel below.
I've [Cm] seen these paws under winter [Dm] snow.
Let me come, don't let me go.
I want [G] a momentary golden, golden, [C] golden ratio.
_ _ [G] _
Yeah, let me imagine [Am] that it was me. _ _ _
[Bb] So truly imagine that it [Am] was me.
_ _ [D] _
[G] I was flung open, [Dm] I was alive.
[Am] _ _ _
[Bb] I was flung open, [F] I was alive, alive, alive, [G] alive, alive.
_ Yes, it was me.
I [Eb] thought it was me.
I knew it was [F] me.
So let [G] it be me.
_ Yeah, let it [A] be me.
_ It should be me.
[G] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _