Chords for Francesco De Gregori - Le storie di ieri - 1975
Tempo:
99.25 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
Eb
F
G
Ab
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Bb] [Eb] [Bb] [Eb]
[Bb]
[G] [Eb] [Bb]
[G] [Bb] [Gm]
[Ab] [C] [Gm] [G]
[Db] [Eb] [Db]
[G]
[Eb]
My father has a common story, shared by his generation.
The moth at the courtyard [Ab] spoke.
[Fm] [Eb] Too [Bb] many dead have [Eb] denied [G] it, [Ab]
[Eb] all people [Bb] who [Eb] had understood.
And the child in the courtyard is playing, throwing stones in the sky and in the sea.
Every time [Db]
[Ab] a star hits, [Fm] he [G] closes [Eb] his eyes and [Cm] starts dreaming.
[Gm] [Ab]
[Eb] He closes his eyes and starts flying.
And the horses in the living room are bored to death, playing with the black forever.
Mussolini has also written [Ab] poetry.
[Fm] [Eb] [Bb] Poets, what [Eb] ugly creatures.
[Gm] [Ab]
[Eb] Every time [Bb] they speak, [Eb] it's a scam.
But [F] my father [Bb] is a
[F] quiet boy.
In the morning he [Bb] reads [F] many newspapers.
He is convinced of having [Bb] ideas.
And his son [C] is a [F] pirate ship.
[Bb] And [F] his son is [C] [F] a pirate ship.
And even now, [Bb]
[F] a black writing remains on the wall in front of my house.
He says that the movement will [Eb] win.
[Bb] The new [C] leaders have [F] serene faces [Bb] and [F] ties [C] woven on [F] their shirts.
But the child in the courtyard stopped.
He got tired [Bb] of following [F] eagles.
He sat down [Bb] among the memories, the nearby noises, the distant noises.
[F] He looks at the wall and looks at his hands.
[Bb]
[F] He looks at the wall and looks at his hands.
[Bb] [F] He looks at the [C] wall and [F] looks at his hands.
[G] [E] [C]
[Db]
[Bb]
[G] [Eb] [Bb]
[G] [Bb] [Gm]
[Ab] [C] [Gm] [G]
[Db] [Eb] [Db]
[G]
[Eb]
My father has a common story, shared by his generation.
The moth at the courtyard [Ab] spoke.
[Fm] [Eb] Too [Bb] many dead have [Eb] denied [G] it, [Ab]
[Eb] all people [Bb] who [Eb] had understood.
And the child in the courtyard is playing, throwing stones in the sky and in the sea.
Every time [Db]
[Ab] a star hits, [Fm] he [G] closes [Eb] his eyes and [Cm] starts dreaming.
[Gm] [Ab]
[Eb] He closes his eyes and starts flying.
And the horses in the living room are bored to death, playing with the black forever.
Mussolini has also written [Ab] poetry.
[Fm] [Eb] [Bb] Poets, what [Eb] ugly creatures.
[Gm] [Ab]
[Eb] Every time [Bb] they speak, [Eb] it's a scam.
But [F] my father [Bb] is a
[F] quiet boy.
In the morning he [Bb] reads [F] many newspapers.
He is convinced of having [Bb] ideas.
And his son [C] is a [F] pirate ship.
[Bb] And [F] his son is [C] [F] a pirate ship.
And even now, [Bb]
[F] a black writing remains on the wall in front of my house.
He says that the movement will [Eb] win.
[Bb] The new [C] leaders have [F] serene faces [Bb] and [F] ties [C] woven on [F] their shirts.
But the child in the courtyard stopped.
He got tired [Bb] of following [F] eagles.
He sat down [Bb] among the memories, the nearby noises, the distant noises.
[F] He looks at the wall and looks at his hands.
[Bb]
[F] He looks at the wall and looks at his hands.
[Bb] [F] He looks at the [C] wall and [F] looks at his hands.
[G] [E] [C]
[Db]
Key:
Bb
Eb
F
G
Ab
Bb
Eb
F
[Bb] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ [Eb] _ [Bb] _ _ _
_ [G] _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _
[Ab] _ _ _ [C] _ [Gm] _ _ [G] _ _
[Db] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [Db] _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ My father has a common story, _ _ _ shared by his generation. _
The moth at the courtyard _ [Ab] _ spoke.
_ [Fm] _ _ _ _ [Eb] Too [Bb] many dead have [Eb] denied [G] it, _ [Ab] _ _ _
[Eb] all people [Bb] who [Eb] had understood. _ _
_ _ _ _ And the child in the courtyard is playing, _ throwing stones in the sky and in the sea.
_ Every time _ [Db]
[Ab] a star hits, _ [Fm] _ he [G] closes [Eb] his eyes and [Cm] starts dreaming.
_ [Gm] _ [Ab] _
_ _ [Eb] He closes his eyes and starts flying. _ _ _ _ _ _
And the horses in the living room are bored to death, _ playing with the black forever. _ _
Mussolini has also written _ _ [Ab] poetry. _
_ _ [Fm] _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Bb] Poets, what [Eb] ugly creatures.
[Gm] _ [Ab] _ _ _
[Eb] Every time [Bb] they speak, [Eb] it's a scam. _ _
_ _ But [F] my father [Bb] is a _
[F] quiet boy.
In the morning he [Bb] reads [F] many newspapers.
He is convinced of having _ _ [Bb] ideas.
_ And his son [C] is a [F] pirate ship.
_ _ [Bb] _ _ And [F] his son is [C] [F] a pirate ship. _ _ _
_ _ And even now, _ [Bb]
[F] a black writing remains on the wall in front of my house.
He says that the movement will [Eb] win.
_ [Bb] _ The new [C] leaders have [F] _ serene faces _ _ [Bb] and _ [F] ties [C] woven on [F] their shirts. _ _
_ _ _ But the child in the courtyard stopped.
_ He got tired [Bb] of following [F] eagles.
He sat down [Bb] among the memories, the nearby noises, the distant noises.
[F] He looks at the wall and looks at his hands.
_ [Bb] _
_ _ [F] He looks at the wall and looks at his hands.
[Bb] _ _ _ _ [F] He looks at the [C] wall and [F] looks at his hands. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ [E] _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Db] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ [Eb] _ [Bb] _ _ _
_ [G] _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _
[Ab] _ _ _ [C] _ [Gm] _ _ [G] _ _
[Db] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [Db] _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ My father has a common story, _ _ _ shared by his generation. _
The moth at the courtyard _ [Ab] _ spoke.
_ [Fm] _ _ _ _ [Eb] Too [Bb] many dead have [Eb] denied [G] it, _ [Ab] _ _ _
[Eb] all people [Bb] who [Eb] had understood. _ _
_ _ _ _ And the child in the courtyard is playing, _ throwing stones in the sky and in the sea.
_ Every time _ [Db]
[Ab] a star hits, _ [Fm] _ he [G] closes [Eb] his eyes and [Cm] starts dreaming.
_ [Gm] _ [Ab] _
_ _ [Eb] He closes his eyes and starts flying. _ _ _ _ _ _
And the horses in the living room are bored to death, _ playing with the black forever. _ _
Mussolini has also written _ _ [Ab] poetry. _
_ _ [Fm] _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Bb] Poets, what [Eb] ugly creatures.
[Gm] _ [Ab] _ _ _
[Eb] Every time [Bb] they speak, [Eb] it's a scam. _ _
_ _ But [F] my father [Bb] is a _
[F] quiet boy.
In the morning he [Bb] reads [F] many newspapers.
He is convinced of having _ _ [Bb] ideas.
_ And his son [C] is a [F] pirate ship.
_ _ [Bb] _ _ And [F] his son is [C] [F] a pirate ship. _ _ _
_ _ And even now, _ [Bb]
[F] a black writing remains on the wall in front of my house.
He says that the movement will [Eb] win.
_ [Bb] _ The new [C] leaders have [F] _ serene faces _ _ [Bb] and _ [F] ties [C] woven on [F] their shirts. _ _
_ _ _ But the child in the courtyard stopped.
_ He got tired [Bb] of following [F] eagles.
He sat down [Bb] among the memories, the nearby noises, the distant noises.
[F] He looks at the wall and looks at his hands.
_ [Bb] _
_ _ [F] He looks at the wall and looks at his hands.
[Bb] _ _ _ _ [F] He looks at the [C] wall and [F] looks at his hands. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ [E] _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Db] _ _ _ _ _ _