Chords for Ekaterina Shelehova - Savage Daughter
Tempo:
127.1 bpm
Chords used:
Am
A
E
F#
D#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[A]
I am my [Am] mother's savage daughter, the one who runs fast and sharp stones.
I am my mother's [F#] savage daughter, I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my [Am] voice.
My mother's child is a savage, she looks for her roamers of stones.
In the faces of cats, in the falling of feathers, in the dancing of fire, in the curve of old bones.
I am my mother's savage daughter, the one who runs fast and sharp stones.
I am my mother's savage [D#] daughter, I will [E] not cut my hair, [Am]
I will not lower my voice.
My mother's child dances in the darkness, she sings heathen songs by the light on.
And watches the stars and renames the planets and dreams she can reach them [E] with a song and a broom.
[A]
[Am]
We are all brought forth out of darkness, into this world dipped through pain.
And deep in our bones, the old songs are waking, so sing them with voices of thunder and rain.
We are our mother's savage daughters, the one who runs fast and sharp stones.
We are our mother's savage daughters, we will not [A] cut our hair, we will not lower our voice.
I am my [Am] mother's savage daughter, the one who runs fast and sharp stones.
I am my mother's [F#] savage daughter, I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my [Am] voice.
My mother's child is a savage, she looks for her roamers of stones.
In the faces of cats, in the falling of feathers, in the dancing of fire, in the curve of old bones.
I am my mother's savage daughter, the one who runs fast and sharp stones.
I am my mother's savage [D#] daughter, I will [E] not cut my hair, [Am]
I will not lower my voice.
My mother's child dances in the darkness, she sings heathen songs by the light on.
And watches the stars and renames the planets and dreams she can reach them [E] with a song and a broom.
[A]
[Am]
We are all brought forth out of darkness, into this world dipped through pain.
And deep in our bones, the old songs are waking, so sing them with voices of thunder and rain.
We are our mother's savage daughters, the one who runs fast and sharp stones.
We are our mother's savage daughters, we will not [A] cut our hair, we will not lower our voice.
Key:
Am
A
E
F#
D#
Am
A
E
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_ _ _ I am my _ [Am] mother's savage daughter, the one who runs fast _ and sharp stones.
I am my _ mother's [F#] savage daughter, I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my [Am] _ _ voice.
My mother's child is a savage, she looks for her roamers _ of stones.
In the faces of cats, in the falling of feathers, in the dancing of fire, in the curve of old bones.
I am my mother's savage daughter, the one who runs fast _ and sharp stones.
I am my _ mother's savage [D#] daughter, I will [E] not cut my hair, [Am]
I will not lower my _ _ voice.
My mother's child dances in the darkness, she sings heathen songs by the light on.
_ And watches the stars and renames the planets and dreams she can reach them [E] with a song and a broom.
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[Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
We are all brought forth out of darkness, into this world dipped through pain.
And deep in our bones, the old songs are waking, so sing them with voices of thunder and rain.
We are our mother's savage daughters, the one who runs fast _ _ and sharp stones.
We are our _ mother's savage daughters, we will not [A] cut our hair, we will not lower our voice. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ I am my _ [Am] mother's savage daughter, the one who runs fast _ and sharp stones.
I am my _ mother's [F#] savage daughter, I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my [Am] _ _ voice.
My mother's child is a savage, she looks for her roamers _ of stones.
In the faces of cats, in the falling of feathers, in the dancing of fire, in the curve of old bones.
I am my mother's savage daughter, the one who runs fast _ and sharp stones.
I am my _ mother's savage [D#] daughter, I will [E] not cut my hair, [Am]
I will not lower my _ _ voice.
My mother's child dances in the darkness, she sings heathen songs by the light on.
_ And watches the stars and renames the planets and dreams she can reach them [E] with a song and a broom.
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[Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
We are all brought forth out of darkness, into this world dipped through pain.
And deep in our bones, the old songs are waking, so sing them with voices of thunder and rain.
We are our mother's savage daughters, the one who runs fast _ _ and sharp stones.
We are our _ mother's savage daughters, we will not [A] cut our hair, we will not lower our voice. _ _ _ _ _ _
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