The Unattractive, Portable Head Chords by Daughters
Tempo:
76.1 bpm
Chords used:
G
Ab
Abm
Eb
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Ab] [B] [Abm]
[Ab] Black with a different face on the wall,
Move the palace from this hall.
Rockets in the [Abm] walls of the door,
German magazines spread out all across the floor.
So I'm sending out bullets to pop off the tree,
The black sheep feel less than what the bitch meant to see.
I'm gonna put all the fuel on two days,
And I'm gonna burn through your blood in your cells.
Won't you listen to the sound of my voice,
I'm supposed to make a murderous chase of my soul.
So [E] I'm recording the death of [Eb] the life,
While [Ab] I hold the child in the brace of [C] the night.
[F] Too many hands on [Ab] the handle,
I'm taking too many hands off the barrel spring.
Oh, the season of the wolf is [F] calling,
Hungry, scratching, and begging for more.
Oh, [C] [Abm] and
It is the future, you always want to see,
And very few should even dare to believe.
It is the future, we have a time for some,
But we may use the sound of our life.
So Then I
I see a little sky of ships exploding,
We're lost in lands that will never make it home.
Maybe it's a time when all of us will grow,
Find out history will re-bring what we stole.
I'm gonna go, let's get out of the world.
[Eb]
[Ab] Cold, cold, cold, cold,
This cold, cold, cold, cold,
This man's legend, that legend, that legend.
This cold, this cold, this cold.
[Abm] I wanna cast off the wings of desire,
I wanna be buried in the heat of the fire,
[Ab] I wanna stand up and fight against all,
I wanna reach out and do nothing [Eb] at all.
[G]
[Ab] I wanna reach out [G] and do nothing at [Abm] [G] all,
[Ab] I wanna reach out [G] and do nothing, nothing [Abm] at all,
[G]
[Ab] Nothing, [G] nothing, nothing at all.
[Ab] [G] [Abm] [B] [G]
[Ab] [G] [Eb]
[Ab] [G] [B] [Eb] [G]
[Ab] [G] [Abm] [G]
[Ab] [G] [Eb] [G]
Oh, [Ab] yeah.
[G] I wish I knew nothing [Abm] at [G] all.
Oh, [Ab] yeah.
Oh, nothing [G] [Ab] at all.
[Eb]
[Ab] Black with a different face on the wall,
Move the palace from this hall.
Rockets in the [Abm] walls of the door,
German magazines spread out all across the floor.
So I'm sending out bullets to pop off the tree,
The black sheep feel less than what the bitch meant to see.
I'm gonna put all the fuel on two days,
And I'm gonna burn through your blood in your cells.
Won't you listen to the sound of my voice,
I'm supposed to make a murderous chase of my soul.
So [E] I'm recording the death of [Eb] the life,
While [Ab] I hold the child in the brace of [C] the night.
[F] Too many hands on [Ab] the handle,
I'm taking too many hands off the barrel spring.
Oh, the season of the wolf is [F] calling,
Hungry, scratching, and begging for more.
Oh, [C] [Abm] and
It is the future, you always want to see,
And very few should even dare to believe.
It is the future, we have a time for some,
But we may use the sound of our life.
So Then I
I see a little sky of ships exploding,
We're lost in lands that will never make it home.
Maybe it's a time when all of us will grow,
Find out history will re-bring what we stole.
I'm gonna go, let's get out of the world.
[Eb]
[Ab] Cold, cold, cold, cold,
This cold, cold, cold, cold,
This man's legend, that legend, that legend.
This cold, this cold, this cold.
[Abm] I wanna cast off the wings of desire,
I wanna be buried in the heat of the fire,
[Ab] I wanna stand up and fight against all,
I wanna reach out and do nothing [Eb] at all.
[G]
[Ab] I wanna reach out [G] and do nothing at [Abm] [G] all,
[Ab] I wanna reach out [G] and do nothing, nothing [Abm] at all,
[G]
[Ab] Nothing, [G] nothing, nothing at all.
[Ab] [G] [Abm] [B] [G]
[Ab] [G] [Eb]
[Ab] [G] [B] [Eb] [G]
[Ab] [G] [Abm] [G]
[Ab] [G] [Eb] [G]
Oh, [Ab] yeah.
[G] I wish I knew nothing [Abm] at [G] all.
Oh, [Ab] yeah.
Oh, nothing [G] [Ab] at all.
[Eb]
Key:
G
Ab
Abm
Eb
B
G
Ab
Abm
[Ab] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ [Abm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Ab] Black with a different face on the wall,
Move the palace from this hall.
Rockets in the [Abm] walls of the door,
German magazines spread out all across the floor.
So I'm sending out bullets to pop off the tree,
The black sheep feel less than what the bitch meant to see.
I'm gonna put all the fuel on two days,
And I'm gonna burn through your blood in your cells.
Won't you listen to the sound of my voice,
I'm supposed to make a murderous chase of my soul.
So [E] I'm recording the death of [Eb] the life,
While [Ab] I hold the child in the brace of [C] the night.
[F] Too many hands on [Ab] the handle,
I'm taking too many hands off the barrel spring.
Oh, the season of the wolf is [F] calling,
Hungry, scratching, and begging for more.
Oh, _ [C] [Abm] and_
It is the future, you always want to see,
And very few should even dare to believe.
It is the future, we have a time for some,
But we may use the sound of our life.
_ So_ Then I_
I see a little sky of ships exploding,
We're lost in lands that will never make it home.
Maybe it's a time when all of us will grow,
Find out history will re-bring what we stole.
I'm gonna go, let's get out of the world. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Ab] _ Cold, _ _ cold, cold, cold,
This _ _ cold, cold, cold, cold,
This man's legend, that legend, that _ legend.
_ _ This cold, this cold, this cold.
[Abm] _ _ I wanna cast off the wings of desire,
I wanna be buried in the heat of the fire,
[Ab] I wanna stand up and fight against all,
I wanna reach out and do nothing [Eb] at all.
_ _ [G] _
[Ab] I wanna reach out [G] and do nothing at [Abm] _ [G] all,
[Ab] I wanna reach out [G] and do nothing, nothing [Abm] at all,
[G] _
[Ab] Nothing, [G] nothing, nothing at all. _
_ [Ab] _ _ [G] _ _ [Abm] _ [B] _ [G] _
_ [Ab] _ _ [G] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _
_ [Ab] _ _ [G] _ _ [B] _ [Eb] _ [G] _
_ [Ab] _ _ [G] _ _ [Abm] _ _ [G] _
_ [Ab] _ _ [G] _ _ _ [Eb] _ [G]
Oh, [Ab] yeah.
[G] I wish I knew nothing [Abm] at [G] all.
Oh, [Ab] yeah.
Oh, nothing [G] _ _ [Ab] at all.
[Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Ab] Black with a different face on the wall,
Move the palace from this hall.
Rockets in the [Abm] walls of the door,
German magazines spread out all across the floor.
So I'm sending out bullets to pop off the tree,
The black sheep feel less than what the bitch meant to see.
I'm gonna put all the fuel on two days,
And I'm gonna burn through your blood in your cells.
Won't you listen to the sound of my voice,
I'm supposed to make a murderous chase of my soul.
So [E] I'm recording the death of [Eb] the life,
While [Ab] I hold the child in the brace of [C] the night.
[F] Too many hands on [Ab] the handle,
I'm taking too many hands off the barrel spring.
Oh, the season of the wolf is [F] calling,
Hungry, scratching, and begging for more.
Oh, _ [C] [Abm] and_
It is the future, you always want to see,
And very few should even dare to believe.
It is the future, we have a time for some,
But we may use the sound of our life.
_ So_ Then I_
I see a little sky of ships exploding,
We're lost in lands that will never make it home.
Maybe it's a time when all of us will grow,
Find out history will re-bring what we stole.
I'm gonna go, let's get out of the world. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Ab] _ Cold, _ _ cold, cold, cold,
This _ _ cold, cold, cold, cold,
This man's legend, that legend, that _ legend.
_ _ This cold, this cold, this cold.
[Abm] _ _ I wanna cast off the wings of desire,
I wanna be buried in the heat of the fire,
[Ab] I wanna stand up and fight against all,
I wanna reach out and do nothing [Eb] at all.
_ _ [G] _
[Ab] I wanna reach out [G] and do nothing at [Abm] _ [G] all,
[Ab] I wanna reach out [G] and do nothing, nothing [Abm] at all,
[G] _
[Ab] Nothing, [G] nothing, nothing at all. _
_ [Ab] _ _ [G] _ _ [Abm] _ [B] _ [G] _
_ [Ab] _ _ [G] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _
_ [Ab] _ _ [G] _ _ [B] _ [Eb] _ [G] _
_ [Ab] _ _ [G] _ _ [Abm] _ _ [G] _
_ [Ab] _ _ [G] _ _ _ [Eb] _ [G]
Oh, [Ab] yeah.
[G] I wish I knew nothing [Abm] at [G] all.
Oh, [Ab] yeah.
Oh, nothing [G] _ _ [Ab] at all.
[Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _