Chords for El Canijo de Jerez - Días Dorados. Capítulo 1.
Tempo:
121.9 bpm
Chords used:
B
F#
E
G#m
D#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[B] [F#]
[G#m]
[B] [D#m]
[C#m]
[G#m] [B] Fuimos balas que se [D#m]
escaparon de [G#m] un cañón, ratas de alcantarilla,
[B] recuerdo en [D#m] aquel [F#] verano la [G#m] invasión [D#m] de un ejército [C#m] de colillas.
[B] Las gotas de [D#m] tinto manchan la [G#m] pared, son cascabeles rojos,
[B] hay frases por las [D#m]
esquinas [G#m] sin barrer y algunos vasos [E] rotos.
Quiero volver a [C#] los días sin fin [B] a [E] través de la [F#] onda sonora,
[G#m] [E] a molestar sin [C#] dejar de [B] reír, [E] a cambiar el color [F#] de las horas.
[B] [E] Aquellos días [B] dorados [F#] al sol [E] poniendo siempre [B] la misma [F#] canción,
[E] gastando [B] filas perdiendo [F#] el control, mucha [G#m] palabra y [F#] ninguna conclusión,
[G#m] los malos bichos no tienen [F#] solución.
[B] [D#m]
[G#m]
[B] [D#m]
[C#m]
[E] [D#m] [C#m]
[G#m] [D#m] [C#m]
[B] Cementerio de [D#m] botellas vacías y [G#m] otra vez el dedo en el gatillo.
[B] Las gotas de [D#m] pepe frías y [G#m] en la piel marcas de [E] colmillos.
Quiero nadar [F#] en aquel resplandor [E] y manchando los huesos [F#] de grasa,
[B] [E] voy a subir [F#] el volumen del sol [E] y que siga la [B] fiesta en mi [F#] casa.
[E] Aquellos [B] días [F#] dorados al sol [E] poniendo siempre [B] la misma [F#] canción,
[E] gastando filas [B] perdiendo [F#] el control, [G#m] mucha palabra y ninguna [F#] conclusión,
[G#m] los malos bichos no tienen [F#] solución.
[E] [B] [F#]
[E] [B] [F#]
[E] [B] [F#] Bla [E] bla bla bla [B] bla bla [F#] bla bla bla bla.
[E] Y he nacido [F#] pa' estar junto a [E] ti revolcando los dos [F#] en el suelo.
[E]
La luna dice [F#] que quiere venir [E] a fumar [F#] contándonos los pelos,
[B] [E] bla bla bla bla bla [D#m] bla bla [C#m] bla bla bla bla bla
[G#m]
[B] [D#m]
[C#m]
[G#m] [B] Fuimos balas que se [D#m]
escaparon de [G#m] un cañón, ratas de alcantarilla,
[B] recuerdo en [D#m] aquel [F#] verano la [G#m] invasión [D#m] de un ejército [C#m] de colillas.
[B] Las gotas de [D#m] tinto manchan la [G#m] pared, son cascabeles rojos,
[B] hay frases por las [D#m]
esquinas [G#m] sin barrer y algunos vasos [E] rotos.
Quiero volver a [C#] los días sin fin [B] a [E] través de la [F#] onda sonora,
[G#m] [E] a molestar sin [C#] dejar de [B] reír, [E] a cambiar el color [F#] de las horas.
[B] [E] Aquellos días [B] dorados [F#] al sol [E] poniendo siempre [B] la misma [F#] canción,
[E] gastando [B] filas perdiendo [F#] el control, mucha [G#m] palabra y [F#] ninguna conclusión,
[G#m] los malos bichos no tienen [F#] solución.
[B] [D#m]
[G#m]
[B] [D#m]
[C#m]
[E] [D#m] [C#m]
[G#m] [D#m] [C#m]
[B] Cementerio de [D#m] botellas vacías y [G#m] otra vez el dedo en el gatillo.
[B] Las gotas de [D#m] pepe frías y [G#m] en la piel marcas de [E] colmillos.
Quiero nadar [F#] en aquel resplandor [E] y manchando los huesos [F#] de grasa,
[B] [E] voy a subir [F#] el volumen del sol [E] y que siga la [B] fiesta en mi [F#] casa.
[E] Aquellos [B] días [F#] dorados al sol [E] poniendo siempre [B] la misma [F#] canción,
[E] gastando filas [B] perdiendo [F#] el control, [G#m] mucha palabra y ninguna [F#] conclusión,
[G#m] los malos bichos no tienen [F#] solución.
[E] [B] [F#]
[E] [B] [F#]
[E] [B] [F#] Bla [E] bla bla bla [B] bla bla [F#] bla bla bla bla.
[E] Y he nacido [F#] pa' estar junto a [E] ti revolcando los dos [F#] en el suelo.
[E]
La luna dice [F#] que quiere venir [E] a fumar [F#] contándonos los pelos,
[B] [E] bla bla bla bla bla [D#m] bla bla [C#m] bla bla bla bla bla
Key:
B
F#
E
G#m
D#m
B
F#
E
_ _ [B] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ [G#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ [D#m] _ _
_ [C#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G#m] _ _ [B] Fuimos balas que se [D#m] _
escaparon de [G#m] un cañón, _ ratas de alcantarilla,
[B] _ recuerdo en [D#m] aquel [F#] verano la [G#m] invasión _ [D#m] de un ejército [C#m] de colillas. _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] Las gotas de [D#m] tinto manchan la [G#m] pared, _ son _ cascabeles rojos,
[B] hay frases por las [D#m]
esquinas [G#m] sin barrer y algunos vasos [E] rotos.
Quiero volver a [C#] los días sin fin [B] a [E] través de la [F#] onda sonora,
_ [G#m] _ [E] a molestar sin [C#] dejar de [B] reír, [E] a cambiar el color [F#] de las horas.
_ [B] [E] Aquellos días [B] dorados [F#] al sol _ [E] poniendo siempre [B] la misma [F#] canción,
_ [E] gastando [B] filas perdiendo [F#] el control, mucha [G#m] palabra y [F#] ninguna conclusión,
[G#m] los malos bichos no tienen [F#] _ solución.
_ _ [B] _ _ _ [D#m] _ _ _
_ [G#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ [D#m] _ _ _
_ [C#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ [D#m] _ _ [C#m] _ _
_ [G#m] _ _ _ [D#m] _ _ [C#m] _ _
_ _ [B] _ Cementerio de [D#m] botellas vacías y [G#m] otra vez _ el dedo en el gatillo.
[B] Las gotas de [D#m] pepe frías y [G#m] en la piel _ _ marcas de _ [E] colmillos.
Quiero nadar [F#] en aquel resplandor [E] y manchando los huesos [F#] de grasa,
_ [B] _ [E] voy a subir [F#] el volumen del sol [E] y que siga la [B] fiesta en mi [F#] casa.
[E] _ Aquellos [B] días [F#] dorados al sol _ [E] poniendo siempre [B] la misma [F#] canción, _
[E] gastando filas [B] perdiendo [F#] el control, [G#m] mucha palabra y ninguna [F#] conclusión,
[G#m] los malos bichos no tienen [F#] solución. _
[E] _ _ [B] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ [B] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ [B] _ _ [F#] _ _ Bla [E] bla bla bla [B] bla bla [F#] bla bla bla bla. _
[E] Y he nacido [F#] pa' estar junto a [E] ti revolcando los dos [F#] en el suelo.
_ [E] _
La luna dice [F#] que quiere venir [E] a fumar [F#] contándonos los pelos,
[B] [E] bla bla bla bla bla [D#m] bla bla [C#m] bla bla bla bla bla_ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ [D#m] _ _
_ [C#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G#m] _ _ [B] Fuimos balas que se [D#m] _
escaparon de [G#m] un cañón, _ ratas de alcantarilla,
[B] _ recuerdo en [D#m] aquel [F#] verano la [G#m] invasión _ [D#m] de un ejército [C#m] de colillas. _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] Las gotas de [D#m] tinto manchan la [G#m] pared, _ son _ cascabeles rojos,
[B] hay frases por las [D#m]
esquinas [G#m] sin barrer y algunos vasos [E] rotos.
Quiero volver a [C#] los días sin fin [B] a [E] través de la [F#] onda sonora,
_ [G#m] _ [E] a molestar sin [C#] dejar de [B] reír, [E] a cambiar el color [F#] de las horas.
_ [B] [E] Aquellos días [B] dorados [F#] al sol _ [E] poniendo siempre [B] la misma [F#] canción,
_ [E] gastando [B] filas perdiendo [F#] el control, mucha [G#m] palabra y [F#] ninguna conclusión,
[G#m] los malos bichos no tienen [F#] _ solución.
_ _ [B] _ _ _ [D#m] _ _ _
_ [G#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ [D#m] _ _ _
_ [C#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ [D#m] _ _ [C#m] _ _
_ [G#m] _ _ _ [D#m] _ _ [C#m] _ _
_ _ [B] _ Cementerio de [D#m] botellas vacías y [G#m] otra vez _ el dedo en el gatillo.
[B] Las gotas de [D#m] pepe frías y [G#m] en la piel _ _ marcas de _ [E] colmillos.
Quiero nadar [F#] en aquel resplandor [E] y manchando los huesos [F#] de grasa,
_ [B] _ [E] voy a subir [F#] el volumen del sol [E] y que siga la [B] fiesta en mi [F#] casa.
[E] _ Aquellos [B] días [F#] dorados al sol _ [E] poniendo siempre [B] la misma [F#] canción, _
[E] gastando filas [B] perdiendo [F#] el control, [G#m] mucha palabra y ninguna [F#] conclusión,
[G#m] los malos bichos no tienen [F#] solución. _
[E] _ _ [B] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ [B] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ [B] _ _ [F#] _ _ Bla [E] bla bla bla [B] bla bla [F#] bla bla bla bla. _
[E] Y he nacido [F#] pa' estar junto a [E] ti revolcando los dos [F#] en el suelo.
_ [E] _
La luna dice [F#] que quiere venir [E] a fumar [F#] contándonos los pelos,
[B] [E] bla bla bla bla bla [D#m] bla bla [C#m] bla bla bla bla bla_ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _