Chords for HAWKWIND Lost Johnny
Tempo:
87.05 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
C
D
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E] [A] [Em]
[A]
You only get a single chance at the rules of that plane.
The truth is well concealed inside the details of the game.
[E] You'll see it coming, you can hear it far, far.
It's real and it's wicked, it's like a faded, [A] brutal star.
And [E] up there in the castle, they try to make us scream.
Busting in from Turks and Afghans, you cancel everything.
[E] Can you find the value?
Can you breathe soon?
[C] Lost John [D] is out there, [C] ready to [A] lose.
The time has come for you to choose, you better get it right.
The windows are shut, white teeth are waiting in the night.
[E] But you're the really good son, it surely can be hard.
There's always trouble waiting [A] when you leave your own backyard.
[E] And underneath the city, the alligators sing.
Of how the birds cannot [C] dance in someone's [A] purposeful ways.
[E] Blood and necromorphine, the gods say make it brief.
[C] Lost [D] John is out there, looking for the [A] year.
[E] [C] [D]
[E] [C] [A]
[E] [C] [A]
Now Simon looks so evil, and you know he really tries.
But every time he makes it plain, that violent number dies.
And sellifies her underwear from the store where no one goes.
She makes it big in photographs, understand them, watch her shows.
[E] But there inside the waiting room, the radio still screams.
And we're all taking to an algebraic [A] life.
[E] Right there's your best dog, trying to make it quick.
[C] Lost John is out there, [A] trying to touch me.
[Am]
[N]
[A]
You only get a single chance at the rules of that plane.
The truth is well concealed inside the details of the game.
[E] You'll see it coming, you can hear it far, far.
It's real and it's wicked, it's like a faded, [A] brutal star.
And [E] up there in the castle, they try to make us scream.
Busting in from Turks and Afghans, you cancel everything.
[E] Can you find the value?
Can you breathe soon?
[C] Lost John [D] is out there, [C] ready to [A] lose.
The time has come for you to choose, you better get it right.
The windows are shut, white teeth are waiting in the night.
[E] But you're the really good son, it surely can be hard.
There's always trouble waiting [A] when you leave your own backyard.
[E] And underneath the city, the alligators sing.
Of how the birds cannot [C] dance in someone's [A] purposeful ways.
[E] Blood and necromorphine, the gods say make it brief.
[C] Lost [D] John is out there, looking for the [A] year.
[E] [C] [D]
[E] [C] [A]
[E] [C] [A]
Now Simon looks so evil, and you know he really tries.
But every time he makes it plain, that violent number dies.
And sellifies her underwear from the store where no one goes.
She makes it big in photographs, understand them, watch her shows.
[E] But there inside the waiting room, the radio still screams.
And we're all taking to an algebraic [A] life.
[E] Right there's your best dog, trying to make it quick.
[C] Lost John is out there, [A] trying to touch me.
[Am]
[N]
Key:
E
A
C
D
Em
E
A
C
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[E] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
You only get a single chance at the rules of that plane.
The truth is well concealed inside the details of the game.
[E] You'll see it coming, you can hear it far, far.
It's real and it's wicked, it's like a faded, [A] brutal star. _ _ _
_ And [E] up there in the castle, they try to make us scream.
Busting in from Turks and Afghans, you cancel everything.
_ _ _ _ _ [E] Can you find the value?
Can you breathe soon?
[C] Lost John [D] is out there, [C] ready to [A] lose. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
The time has come for you to choose, you better get it right.
The windows are shut, white teeth are waiting in the night.
[E] But you're the really good son, it surely can be hard.
There's always trouble waiting [A] when you leave your own backyard. _ _ _
_ [E] And underneath the city, the alligators sing.
Of how the birds cannot [C] dance in someone's [A] purposeful ways.
_ _ _ _ [E] Blood and necromorphine, the gods say make it brief.
[C] Lost [D] John is out there, looking for the [A] year. _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ [C] _ _ [D] _
_ [E] _ _ _ [C] _ _ [A] _ _
[E] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ Now Simon looks so evil, and you know he really tries.
But every time he makes it plain, that violent number dies.
And sellifies her underwear from the store where no one goes.
She makes it big in photographs, understand them, watch her shows. _ _ _ _
[E] But there inside the waiting room, the radio still screams.
And we're all taking to an algebraic [A] life. _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] Right there's your best dog, trying to make it quick.
[C] Lost John is out there, [A] trying to touch me. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
[E] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
You only get a single chance at the rules of that plane.
The truth is well concealed inside the details of the game.
[E] You'll see it coming, you can hear it far, far.
It's real and it's wicked, it's like a faded, [A] brutal star. _ _ _
_ And [E] up there in the castle, they try to make us scream.
Busting in from Turks and Afghans, you cancel everything.
_ _ _ _ _ [E] Can you find the value?
Can you breathe soon?
[C] Lost John [D] is out there, [C] ready to [A] lose. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
The time has come for you to choose, you better get it right.
The windows are shut, white teeth are waiting in the night.
[E] But you're the really good son, it surely can be hard.
There's always trouble waiting [A] when you leave your own backyard. _ _ _
_ [E] And underneath the city, the alligators sing.
Of how the birds cannot [C] dance in someone's [A] purposeful ways.
_ _ _ _ [E] Blood and necromorphine, the gods say make it brief.
[C] Lost [D] John is out there, looking for the [A] year. _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ [C] _ _ [D] _
_ [E] _ _ _ [C] _ _ [A] _ _
[E] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ Now Simon looks so evil, and you know he really tries.
But every time he makes it plain, that violent number dies.
And sellifies her underwear from the store where no one goes.
She makes it big in photographs, understand them, watch her shows. _ _ _ _
[E] But there inside the waiting room, the radio still screams.
And we're all taking to an algebraic [A] life. _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] Right there's your best dog, trying to make it quick.
[C] Lost John is out there, [A] trying to touch me. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _