Chords for Emma Stone - Audition (The Fools Who Dream) LYRICS ON SCREEN
Tempo:
90.65 bpm
Chords used:
C
F
Gm
A#
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
My aunt used to live in Paris.
I remember she used to come home and she would tell us
these stories about being abroad and
I remember she told us that she jumped into the river once, barefoot.
She smiled, left without looking,
and tumbled into [Gm] the sand.
[C] [F] The water [C] was freezing.
[A#] She spent a month [A#m]
sneezing,
[Dm] but said she [F] would [C] do it [Gm] again.
[Gm] Here's to the [C] ones who [A] dream,
[Dm]
[Gm] foolish as they [F] may seem.
[Gm] Here's [G] to [C] the hearts [Dm] that [A] ache.
[Gm]
Here's to [C] the mess [D] we make.
[F] She [C] captured a feeling, [A#] sky with no [A#m] ceiling,
[Dm] sunset [F] inside a [A#] frame.
[C] She lived [C] in her liquor [A#] and died with a flicker.
[Dm] I'll always [F] remember [A#] the flame.
[C] [Gm]
Here's to [C] the ones [B] who [Dm] dream,
[A#] foolish [C] as they [F] may seem.
[A#] Here's to the [C] hearts [Dm] that ache.
[A] Here's [C] to the mess we [F]
make.
She told me [Dm] a bit [A] of madness is [A#] key
to give [A] us new colors [A#] to see.
[Gm] Who [C] knows where it [F] will lead [Gm] us?
And [F]
[A] [E] [D] the ripples from [Fm] pebbles,
[F#m] the painters [A] and poets and plays.
[C#]
And [F#m] here's [B] to the fools who [C#m] dream,
[F#m] crazy [B] as they [E] may seem.
[F#m] Here's to the hearts [C#m] that break.
[F#m] Here's to the [B] mess [E] we make.
[A] I trace it all back,
[F#]
[A] her and the snow and [F#] the sand.
[D] Smiling through it,
[Dm] she said she'd do it.
[C#]
I remember she used to come home and she would tell us
these stories about being abroad and
I remember she told us that she jumped into the river once, barefoot.
She smiled, left without looking,
and tumbled into [Gm] the sand.
[C] [F] The water [C] was freezing.
[A#] She spent a month [A#m]
sneezing,
[Dm] but said she [F] would [C] do it [Gm] again.
[Gm] Here's to the [C] ones who [A] dream,
[Dm]
[Gm] foolish as they [F] may seem.
[Gm] Here's [G] to [C] the hearts [Dm] that [A] ache.
[Gm]
Here's to [C] the mess [D] we make.
[F] She [C] captured a feeling, [A#] sky with no [A#m] ceiling,
[Dm] sunset [F] inside a [A#] frame.
[C] She lived [C] in her liquor [A#] and died with a flicker.
[Dm] I'll always [F] remember [A#] the flame.
[C] [Gm]
Here's to [C] the ones [B] who [Dm] dream,
[A#] foolish [C] as they [F] may seem.
[A#] Here's to the [C] hearts [Dm] that ache.
[A] Here's [C] to the mess we [F]
make.
She told me [Dm] a bit [A] of madness is [A#] key
to give [A] us new colors [A#] to see.
[Gm] Who [C] knows where it [F] will lead [Gm] us?
And [F]
[A] [E] [D] the ripples from [Fm] pebbles,
[F#m] the painters [A] and poets and plays.
[C#]
And [F#m] here's [B] to the fools who [C#m] dream,
[F#m] crazy [B] as they [E] may seem.
[F#m] Here's to the hearts [C#m] that break.
[F#m] Here's to the [B] mess [E] we make.
[A] I trace it all back,
[F#]
[A] her and the snow and [F#] the sand.
[D] Smiling through it,
[Dm] she said she'd do it.
[C#]
Key:
C
F
Gm
A#
Dm
C
F
Gm
My aunt used to live in Paris.
_ I remember she used to come home and she would tell us
these stories about being abroad and _
I remember she told us that she jumped into the river once, _ _ _ barefoot. _ _
She smiled, _ _ left _ without looking, _ _ _ _
and tumbled into [Gm] _ the sand.
_ [C] _ _ [F] The water [C] was freezing.
[A#] She spent a month [A#m] _
sneezing,
[Dm] but said she [F] would [C] do it [Gm] again.
_ _ _ _ [Gm] Here's to the [C] ones who [A] dream,
_ [Dm] _ _
_ [Gm] foolish as they [F] may seem.
_ _ _ [Gm] Here's [G] to [C] the hearts [Dm] that _ [A] ache.
_ _ [Gm]
Here's to [C] the mess [D] we make.
_ _ [F] She [C] captured a feeling, [A#] sky with no [A#m] ceiling,
[Dm] sunset _ [F] inside a [A#] frame.
_ [C] _ She lived [C] in her liquor [A#] and died with a flicker.
[Dm] I'll always [F] remember [A#] the flame.
[C] _ _ [Gm]
Here's to [C] the ones [B] who [Dm] dream, _
[A#] foolish [C] as they [F] may seem. _
_ [A#] Here's to the [C] hearts [Dm] that ache.
[A] _ _ Here's [C] to the mess we [F]
make.
She told me [Dm] a bit [A] of madness is [A#] key
to give [A] us new colors [A#] to see.
_ [Gm] Who [C] knows where it [F] will lead _ [Gm] us?
And _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ [E] _ [D] the ripples from [Fm] pebbles,
[F#m] the painters [A] and poets and plays.
[C#]
And [F#m] here's [B] to the fools who [C#m] dream,
_ [F#m] crazy [B] as they [E] may seem. _
[F#m] Here's to the hearts [C#m] that break. _
[F#m] Here's to the [B] mess [E] we _ make.
_ _ _ _ [A] I _ trace it all back,
[F#] _ _ _ _
_ [A] her and the snow and [F#] the sand.
_ _ _ _ _ [D] Smiling through it,
_ _ [Dm] she said she'd do it.
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ I remember she used to come home and she would tell us
these stories about being abroad and _
I remember she told us that she jumped into the river once, _ _ _ barefoot. _ _
She smiled, _ _ left _ without looking, _ _ _ _
and tumbled into [Gm] _ the sand.
_ [C] _ _ [F] The water [C] was freezing.
[A#] She spent a month [A#m] _
sneezing,
[Dm] but said she [F] would [C] do it [Gm] again.
_ _ _ _ [Gm] Here's to the [C] ones who [A] dream,
_ [Dm] _ _
_ [Gm] foolish as they [F] may seem.
_ _ _ [Gm] Here's [G] to [C] the hearts [Dm] that _ [A] ache.
_ _ [Gm]
Here's to [C] the mess [D] we make.
_ _ [F] She [C] captured a feeling, [A#] sky with no [A#m] ceiling,
[Dm] sunset _ [F] inside a [A#] frame.
_ [C] _ She lived [C] in her liquor [A#] and died with a flicker.
[Dm] I'll always [F] remember [A#] the flame.
[C] _ _ [Gm]
Here's to [C] the ones [B] who [Dm] dream, _
[A#] foolish [C] as they [F] may seem. _
_ [A#] Here's to the [C] hearts [Dm] that ache.
[A] _ _ Here's [C] to the mess we [F]
make.
She told me [Dm] a bit [A] of madness is [A#] key
to give [A] us new colors [A#] to see.
_ [Gm] Who [C] knows where it [F] will lead _ [Gm] us?
And _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ [E] _ [D] the ripples from [Fm] pebbles,
[F#m] the painters [A] and poets and plays.
[C#]
And [F#m] here's [B] to the fools who [C#m] dream,
_ [F#m] crazy [B] as they [E] may seem. _
[F#m] Here's to the hearts [C#m] that break. _
[F#m] Here's to the [B] mess [E] we _ make.
_ _ _ _ [A] I _ trace it all back,
[F#] _ _ _ _
_ [A] her and the snow and [F#] the sand.
_ _ _ _ _ [D] Smiling through it,
_ _ [Dm] she said she'd do it.
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _