Chords for IGNEA — Last Chosen by You (Official Audio)
Tempo:
139.9 bpm
Chords used:
A
E
C
G
Gm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A] [Bbm] [A]
[Db] [Am] [D]
[A]
[F]
[A]
[C]
Try to live under [Gm] the cloud like freak, and free [A] the threads of costly silk [Bb] and precious gems.
[A] My pale skin, unpatched [Gm] by sunlight beams, is [A] weary of your hands and your [G] shed [Bb] on your slims.
[E] A tear that fell upon [G] my flesh, disrupting a burden.
[C] I could not be your friend, [A] and beneath that slay,
[E] calling to my buckethead [G] for the final time.
[C] Take note, the cock your grand boy [A] was to sing me to satisfy.
Out of time to press [Gm] the long call bell, your hands [A] are broke, cut off, and [Bb] bleeding crimson rain.
[A] Scream it down from your [Gm] demanding mouth, cause get [E] me off my poor heart, do [Bb] you like its taste?
[A] Sanctity is nothing against freedom, [Dm] I would [Am] rather die by hunger but escape.
Let's rejoice my birth, my lovely morpher,
sing with me and play my wicked [E] game.
A tear that fell upon [G] my flesh, disrupting a burden.
[C] I could not be your friend, [A] and beneath that slay,
[E] calling to my [G]
buckethead for the final time.
[C] Take note, the cock your grand boy [A] was to sing me to satisfy.
[Dm]
[A]
[E]
[F]
[Db] [Am] [D]
[A]
[F]
[A]
[C]
Try to live under [Gm] the cloud like freak, and free [A] the threads of costly silk [Bb] and precious gems.
[A] My pale skin, unpatched [Gm] by sunlight beams, is [A] weary of your hands and your [G] shed [Bb] on your slims.
[E] A tear that fell upon [G] my flesh, disrupting a burden.
[C] I could not be your friend, [A] and beneath that slay,
[E] calling to my buckethead [G] for the final time.
[C] Take note, the cock your grand boy [A] was to sing me to satisfy.
Out of time to press [Gm] the long call bell, your hands [A] are broke, cut off, and [Bb] bleeding crimson rain.
[A] Scream it down from your [Gm] demanding mouth, cause get [E] me off my poor heart, do [Bb] you like its taste?
[A] Sanctity is nothing against freedom, [Dm] I would [Am] rather die by hunger but escape.
Let's rejoice my birth, my lovely morpher,
sing with me and play my wicked [E] game.
A tear that fell upon [G] my flesh, disrupting a burden.
[C] I could not be your friend, [A] and beneath that slay,
[E] calling to my [G]
buckethead for the final time.
[C] Take note, the cock your grand boy [A] was to sing me to satisfy.
[Dm]
[A]
[E]
[F]
Key:
A
E
C
G
Gm
A
E
C
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[A] _ _ [Bbm] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Db] _ _ [Am] _ _ [D] _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
Try to live under [Gm] the cloud like freak, and free [A] the threads of costly silk [Bb] and _ precious _ gems. _
[A] _ My pale skin, unpatched [Gm] by sunlight _ beams, is [A] weary of your hands and your [G] shed [Bb] on your _ slims.
[E] A _ tear that fell upon [G] my flesh, _ disrupting a burden. _
[C] _ I could not be your friend, [A] and beneath that slay, _ _
[E] _ calling to my _ buckethead [G] for the final _ time. _
[C] Take note, the cock your grand boy [A] was to sing me to satisfy. _
_ Out of time to press [Gm] the long call bell, your hands [A] are broke, cut off, and [Bb] bleeding _ crimson _ rain. _
[A] _ Scream it down from your [Gm] _ demanding _ mouth, cause get [E] me off my poor heart, do [Bb] you like its _ taste? _
[A] _ _ Sanctity is nothing against freedom, [Dm] I would [Am] rather die by hunger but escape.
_ Let's rejoice my birth, my lovely morpher,
sing with me and play my wicked [E] game.
A tear that fell upon [G] my flesh, _ disrupting a burden. _
_ [C] I could not be your friend, [A] and beneath that slay, _ _
[E] _ calling to my _ _ [G]
buckethead for the final _ time. _
[C] Take note, the cock your grand boy [A] was to sing me to satisfy. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ [Bbm] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Db] _ _ [Am] _ _ [D] _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
Try to live under [Gm] the cloud like freak, and free [A] the threads of costly silk [Bb] and _ precious _ gems. _
[A] _ My pale skin, unpatched [Gm] by sunlight _ beams, is [A] weary of your hands and your [G] shed [Bb] on your _ slims.
[E] A _ tear that fell upon [G] my flesh, _ disrupting a burden. _
[C] _ I could not be your friend, [A] and beneath that slay, _ _
[E] _ calling to my _ buckethead [G] for the final _ time. _
[C] Take note, the cock your grand boy [A] was to sing me to satisfy. _
_ Out of time to press [Gm] the long call bell, your hands [A] are broke, cut off, and [Bb] bleeding _ crimson _ rain. _
[A] _ Scream it down from your [Gm] _ demanding _ mouth, cause get [E] me off my poor heart, do [Bb] you like its _ taste? _
[A] _ _ Sanctity is nothing against freedom, [Dm] I would [Am] rather die by hunger but escape.
_ Let's rejoice my birth, my lovely morpher,
sing with me and play my wicked [E] game.
A tear that fell upon [G] my flesh, _ disrupting a burden. _
_ [C] I could not be your friend, [A] and beneath that slay, _ _
[E] _ calling to my _ _ [G]
buckethead for the final _ time. _
[C] Take note, the cock your grand boy [A] was to sing me to satisfy. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _