Chords for Brendan Kelly - "Pigs"
Tempo:
62.425 bpm
Chords used:
B
A
E
C#
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[E] Sometimes I like to lay in bed and pretend like I died
[B] Sometimes I stay like that, until the day becomes night
[E] Then I crank myself up, set loose to fly [A] like a bunch of restless bats
[B] Finally coming [Em] to life, and the places are the same
But the faces are new, [B] and my own face is somewhere between yellow and blue
[C#] And I'm pressing my luck, to see if I [Am] can, and I'm betting my [B] soul that I'm losing again
[Em] Cause these [B] pics ain't a thing, [A] yet ain't the best of me
[E] Fucking [B] pics ain't a [A] thing, yet ain't the best of [C#] me
Fucking [E] pics ain't a [B] thing, yet ain't [A] the best of [C#] me
These [E] cold voices, [B] love, sometimes I'm trying [A] to sleep
[E] Woah, [B] [A] woah, [E] [B] woah, [A] woah, [E] woah
[B] [A] [F#] [B] [E] Well now I'm back in the sun, and my fingers are shaking and [B] I can't work the class
Can't stop the scraping, [E] and I'm making that bass
That only [A] ever happens when your life takes a shit, [B] and your pants and hips [E] crapping
What happened to all your beef [B] fires?
What happened to having plenty of [C#] time?
What happened to my fucking body and [A] mind?
[B]
[A] Wait till tomorrow, and to see [A] myself grow in the sun
[B] And follow [A] the rain and the storm
[C#] Oh, the [B] work has been [A] mean to get done
But when [B] they're such a [A] pussy to run
[C#m] Back in through the [B] storm where [A] my demons come from
[E] Cause these [B] pics ain't a [A] thing, yet ain't the best of me
[E] Fucking [B] pics ain't a [A] thing, yet ain't the best of [C#] me
Fucking [E] pics ain't a [B] thing, yet ain't [A] the best of [C#m] me
[E] [B] [A] [C#] [E]
[B] [A] [C#] These [E] cold [A] voices, love, sometimes I'm trying to sleep
[E] Woah, [B] [A] [E] [B] woah, [A] [C#] [E] woah, [Am] woah, [E] woah
[B]
[B] Sometimes I stay like that, until the day becomes night
[E] Then I crank myself up, set loose to fly [A] like a bunch of restless bats
[B] Finally coming [Em] to life, and the places are the same
But the faces are new, [B] and my own face is somewhere between yellow and blue
[C#] And I'm pressing my luck, to see if I [Am] can, and I'm betting my [B] soul that I'm losing again
[Em] Cause these [B] pics ain't a thing, [A] yet ain't the best of me
[E] Fucking [B] pics ain't a [A] thing, yet ain't the best of [C#] me
Fucking [E] pics ain't a [B] thing, yet ain't [A] the best of [C#] me
These [E] cold voices, [B] love, sometimes I'm trying [A] to sleep
[E] Woah, [B] [A] woah, [E] [B] woah, [A] woah, [E] woah
[B] [A] [F#] [B] [E] Well now I'm back in the sun, and my fingers are shaking and [B] I can't work the class
Can't stop the scraping, [E] and I'm making that bass
That only [A] ever happens when your life takes a shit, [B] and your pants and hips [E] crapping
What happened to all your beef [B] fires?
What happened to having plenty of [C#] time?
What happened to my fucking body and [A] mind?
[B]
[A] Wait till tomorrow, and to see [A] myself grow in the sun
[B] And follow [A] the rain and the storm
[C#] Oh, the [B] work has been [A] mean to get done
But when [B] they're such a [A] pussy to run
[C#m] Back in through the [B] storm where [A] my demons come from
[E] Cause these [B] pics ain't a [A] thing, yet ain't the best of me
[E] Fucking [B] pics ain't a [A] thing, yet ain't the best of [C#] me
Fucking [E] pics ain't a [B] thing, yet ain't [A] the best of [C#m] me
[E] [B] [A] [C#] [E]
[B] [A] [C#] These [E] cold [A] voices, love, sometimes I'm trying to sleep
[E] Woah, [B] [A] [E] [B] woah, [A] [C#] [E] woah, [Am] woah, [E] woah
[B]
Key:
B
A
E
C#
Em
B
A
E
[E] Sometimes I like to lay in bed and pretend like I died
[B] Sometimes I stay like that, until the day becomes night
[E] Then I crank myself up, set loose to fly [A] like a bunch of restless bats
[B] Finally coming [Em] to life, and the places are the same
But the faces are new, [B] and my own face is somewhere between yellow and blue
[C#] And I'm pressing my luck, to see if I [Am] can, and I'm betting my [B] soul that I'm losing again
[Em] Cause these [B] pics ain't a thing, [A] yet ain't the best of me
[E] Fucking [B] pics ain't a [A] thing, yet ain't the best of [C#] me
Fucking [E] pics ain't a [B] thing, yet ain't [A] the best of [C#] me
These [E] cold voices, [B] love, sometimes I'm trying [A] to sleep
_ [E] Woah, [B] _ [A] woah, [E] [B] woah, [A] woah, [E] woah
[B] _ [A] _ _ [F#] _ _ [B] _ [E] Well now I'm back in the sun, and my fingers are shaking and [B] I can't work the class
Can't stop the scraping, [E] and I'm making that bass
That only [A] ever happens when your life takes a shit, [B] and your pants and hips [E] crapping
What happened to all your beef [B] fires?
What happened to having plenty of [C#] time?
What happened to my fucking body and [A] mind?
_ [B] _ _
_ [A] Wait till tomorrow, _ and to see [A] myself grow in the sun
[B] And follow [A] the rain and the storm
[C#] Oh, the [B] work has been [A] mean to get done
But when [B] they're such a [A] pussy to run
[C#m] Back in through the [B] storm where [A] my demons come from
_ [E] Cause these [B] pics ain't a [A] thing, yet ain't the best of me
[E] Fucking [B] pics ain't a [A] thing, yet ain't the best of [C#] me
Fucking [E] pics ain't a [B] thing, yet ain't [A] the best of [C#m] me
[E] _ [B] _ [A] _ [C#] _ [E] _
[B] _ [A] [C#] These [E] cold [A] voices, love, sometimes I'm trying to sleep
_ [E] Woah, [B] _ [A] _ _ [E] [B] woah, [A] _ _ [C#] [E] woah, [Am] woah, [E] woah
[B] _
[B] Sometimes I stay like that, until the day becomes night
[E] Then I crank myself up, set loose to fly [A] like a bunch of restless bats
[B] Finally coming [Em] to life, and the places are the same
But the faces are new, [B] and my own face is somewhere between yellow and blue
[C#] And I'm pressing my luck, to see if I [Am] can, and I'm betting my [B] soul that I'm losing again
[Em] Cause these [B] pics ain't a thing, [A] yet ain't the best of me
[E] Fucking [B] pics ain't a [A] thing, yet ain't the best of [C#] me
Fucking [E] pics ain't a [B] thing, yet ain't [A] the best of [C#] me
These [E] cold voices, [B] love, sometimes I'm trying [A] to sleep
_ [E] Woah, [B] _ [A] woah, [E] [B] woah, [A] woah, [E] woah
[B] _ [A] _ _ [F#] _ _ [B] _ [E] Well now I'm back in the sun, and my fingers are shaking and [B] I can't work the class
Can't stop the scraping, [E] and I'm making that bass
That only [A] ever happens when your life takes a shit, [B] and your pants and hips [E] crapping
What happened to all your beef [B] fires?
What happened to having plenty of [C#] time?
What happened to my fucking body and [A] mind?
_ [B] _ _
_ [A] Wait till tomorrow, _ and to see [A] myself grow in the sun
[B] And follow [A] the rain and the storm
[C#] Oh, the [B] work has been [A] mean to get done
But when [B] they're such a [A] pussy to run
[C#m] Back in through the [B] storm where [A] my demons come from
_ [E] Cause these [B] pics ain't a [A] thing, yet ain't the best of me
[E] Fucking [B] pics ain't a [A] thing, yet ain't the best of [C#] me
Fucking [E] pics ain't a [B] thing, yet ain't [A] the best of [C#m] me
[E] _ [B] _ [A] _ [C#] _ [E] _
[B] _ [A] [C#] These [E] cold [A] voices, love, sometimes I'm trying to sleep
_ [E] Woah, [B] _ [A] _ _ [E] [B] woah, [A] _ _ [C#] [E] woah, [Am] woah, [E] woah
[B] _