Chords for Kate Tempest - End Times
Tempo:
93.75 bpm
Chords used:
E
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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I can smell the thunder coming.
I can smell the rain.
Look, you're the only one I ever knew whose eyes could hold the flame without burning like the others burnt.
She told me hell's to blame and I told her hell's a choice we make and Blake would tell the same.
If all deities reside within,
how come I feel that presence above?
The love that unplugs the heart and starts to flood again within me,
drowning out the badness that I harbour.
When my goodness battens down the hatches and holds on to a partner,
she's saying storms coming.
Of course it is.
It always is on nights like this
because the tower blocks are murmuring and I can sense the turning wind and I glimpse this man who isn't there and I know that
glitch for all it's worth.
Because I pass out full of madness and I wake up drenched in thirst like give me whiskey, give me beers to glug,
just let me lose this fear and I'll love anyone who's near enough to look in slightly like you.
All I'm trying to say,
today's like all them other days
and all I'm trying to do is mark it down and make it true to make it count for something because I know nothing is
eternal and nothing means a thing and nobody believes nothing.
That's why we live in all this sin and we mistake it for normality, for something to attain.
My descent sets me apart, but today I smell that rain, come to wash away these masks,
the marks embedded on our weary hearts and this is merely metaphor.
But metaphor is flexing jaw and getting ready for the fight, has come to fight with the surface world
but we have lost our purpose hurled into a furnace where the burn is near celestial, detestable outsider.
Yes, my chest is full of cider gin and lightning and my eyes will dim
but the rhymes will sing in times to come.
Since I begun my head's been filled with end
because these people wear too many faces
but I swear the truth will strike again.
You see I wake up in the end times, curled up in the wreckage thinking life will happen whether you dismiss it or expect it.
So look into my eyes, you'll see your own eyes reflected.
I'm crying oceans into paragraphs, while behind our backs our shadows laugh.
We wake up in the end times, curled up in the wreckage saying life's gonna happen whether you dismiss it or expect it.
So let me look into your eyes and see my own eyes reflected.
I'm crying oceans into paragraphs because behind our backs our shadows laugh.
But look, when I'm telling rhymes, I shut my eyes because it helps me see stuff.
These words, they're like the leaves in the bottom of the gypsy's teacup.
If you look at them right, you might see the future in them.
See I always knew that we were here for more than wash the [E] dishes, do the cooking.
See [C] I'm here to speak for everyone that never got a looking.
You know, the ones who ain't good looking.
The ones who hate the crooked, wicked [N] nature of the system.
For everyone who knows fucking just because we can't see the bars.
Don't mean we aren't in prison.
I believe every soul is born blessed with true wisdom.
And that life is about getting back what was given before life.
How come we are all in these disguises hidden?
How come we sleep through life and live in dreams?
Is it because we can't tell the difference now?
All my life, people looked at me with real suspicion.
I'm like, yo, I got to be what I got to be.
I'm the victim of my own condition.
And the meaning is the same no matter which language speaks it.
The new paradigm begins as soon as you're ready to perceive it.
And that's the real talk.
These are whirlpool words you can drown in.
But I'm so desperate for beauty, I'll turn scaffolding to mountains.
I'll turn traffic into breakers while this illusion overtakes us.
I'm saying we need to learn to bite the hand that bullies and berates us
because we're going to wake up in the end times.
We're going to be caught up in the wreckage, thinking, yeah, life's going to happen
whether we dismiss it or expect it.
So let me look into your eyes and see my own eyes reflected.
I'm crying oceans into paragraphs because behind our backs, our shadows laugh.
I can smell the rain.
Look, you're the only one I ever knew whose eyes could hold the flame without burning like the others burnt.
She told me hell's to blame and I told her hell's a choice we make and Blake would tell the same.
If all deities reside within,
how come I feel that presence above?
The love that unplugs the heart and starts to flood again within me,
drowning out the badness that I harbour.
When my goodness battens down the hatches and holds on to a partner,
she's saying storms coming.
Of course it is.
It always is on nights like this
because the tower blocks are murmuring and I can sense the turning wind and I glimpse this man who isn't there and I know that
glitch for all it's worth.
Because I pass out full of madness and I wake up drenched in thirst like give me whiskey, give me beers to glug,
just let me lose this fear and I'll love anyone who's near enough to look in slightly like you.
All I'm trying to say,
today's like all them other days
and all I'm trying to do is mark it down and make it true to make it count for something because I know nothing is
eternal and nothing means a thing and nobody believes nothing.
That's why we live in all this sin and we mistake it for normality, for something to attain.
My descent sets me apart, but today I smell that rain, come to wash away these masks,
the marks embedded on our weary hearts and this is merely metaphor.
But metaphor is flexing jaw and getting ready for the fight, has come to fight with the surface world
but we have lost our purpose hurled into a furnace where the burn is near celestial, detestable outsider.
Yes, my chest is full of cider gin and lightning and my eyes will dim
but the rhymes will sing in times to come.
Since I begun my head's been filled with end
because these people wear too many faces
but I swear the truth will strike again.
You see I wake up in the end times, curled up in the wreckage thinking life will happen whether you dismiss it or expect it.
So look into my eyes, you'll see your own eyes reflected.
I'm crying oceans into paragraphs, while behind our backs our shadows laugh.
We wake up in the end times, curled up in the wreckage saying life's gonna happen whether you dismiss it or expect it.
So let me look into your eyes and see my own eyes reflected.
I'm crying oceans into paragraphs because behind our backs our shadows laugh.
But look, when I'm telling rhymes, I shut my eyes because it helps me see stuff.
These words, they're like the leaves in the bottom of the gypsy's teacup.
If you look at them right, you might see the future in them.
See I always knew that we were here for more than wash the [E] dishes, do the cooking.
See [C] I'm here to speak for everyone that never got a looking.
You know, the ones who ain't good looking.
The ones who hate the crooked, wicked [N] nature of the system.
For everyone who knows fucking just because we can't see the bars.
Don't mean we aren't in prison.
I believe every soul is born blessed with true wisdom.
And that life is about getting back what was given before life.
How come we are all in these disguises hidden?
How come we sleep through life and live in dreams?
Is it because we can't tell the difference now?
All my life, people looked at me with real suspicion.
I'm like, yo, I got to be what I got to be.
I'm the victim of my own condition.
And the meaning is the same no matter which language speaks it.
The new paradigm begins as soon as you're ready to perceive it.
And that's the real talk.
These are whirlpool words you can drown in.
But I'm so desperate for beauty, I'll turn scaffolding to mountains.
I'll turn traffic into breakers while this illusion overtakes us.
I'm saying we need to learn to bite the hand that bullies and berates us
because we're going to wake up in the end times.
We're going to be caught up in the wreckage, thinking, yeah, life's going to happen
whether we dismiss it or expect it.
So let me look into your eyes and see my own eyes reflected.
I'm crying oceans into paragraphs because behind our backs, our shadows laugh.
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_ _ _ _ _ I can smell the thunder coming.
I can smell the rain.
Look, you're the only one I ever knew whose eyes could hold the flame without burning like the others burnt.
She told me hell's to blame and I told her hell's a choice we make and Blake would tell the same.
If all deities reside within,
how come I feel that presence above?
The love that unplugs the heart and starts to flood again within me,
drowning out the badness that I harbour.
When my goodness battens down the hatches and holds on to a partner,
she's saying storms coming.
Of course it is.
It always is on nights like this
because the tower blocks are murmuring and I can sense the turning wind and I glimpse this man who isn't there and I know that
glitch for all it's worth.
Because I pass out full of madness and I wake up drenched in thirst like give me whiskey, give me beers to glug,
just let me lose this fear and I'll love anyone who's near enough to look in slightly like you.
All I'm trying to say,
today's like all them other days
and all I'm trying to do is mark it down and make it true to make it count for something because I know nothing is
eternal and nothing means a thing and nobody believes nothing.
That's why we live in all this sin and we mistake it for normality, for something to attain.
My descent sets me apart, but today I smell that rain, come to wash away these masks,
the marks embedded on our weary hearts and this is merely metaphor.
But metaphor is flexing jaw and getting ready for the fight, has come to fight with the surface world
but we have lost our purpose hurled into a furnace where the burn is near celestial, detestable outsider.
Yes, my chest is full of cider gin and lightning and my eyes will dim
but the rhymes will sing in times to come.
Since I begun my head's been filled with end
because these people wear too many faces
but I swear the truth will strike again.
You see I wake up in the end times, curled up in the wreckage thinking life will happen whether you dismiss it or expect it.
So look into my eyes, you'll see your own eyes reflected.
I'm crying oceans into paragraphs, while behind our backs our shadows laugh.
We wake up in the end times, curled up in the wreckage saying life's gonna happen whether you dismiss it or expect it.
So let me look into your eyes and see my own eyes reflected.
I'm crying oceans into paragraphs because behind our backs our shadows laugh.
But look, when I'm telling rhymes, I shut my eyes because it helps me see stuff.
These words, they're like the leaves in the bottom of the gypsy's teacup.
If you look at them right, you might see the future in them.
See I always knew that we were here for more than wash the [E] dishes, do the cooking.
See [C] I'm here to speak for everyone that never got a looking.
You know, the ones who ain't good looking.
The ones who hate the crooked, wicked [N] nature of the system.
For everyone who knows fucking just because we can't see the bars.
Don't mean we aren't in prison.
I believe every soul is born blessed with true wisdom.
And that life is about getting back what was given before life.
How come we are all in these disguises hidden?
How come we sleep through life and live in dreams?
Is it because we can't tell the difference now?
All my life, people looked at me with real suspicion.
I'm like, yo, I got to be what I got to be.
I'm the victim of my own condition.
And the meaning is the same no matter which language speaks it.
The new paradigm begins as soon as you're ready to perceive it.
And that's the real talk.
These are whirlpool words you can drown in.
But I'm so desperate for beauty, I'll turn scaffolding to mountains.
I'll turn traffic into breakers while this illusion overtakes us.
I'm saying we need to learn to bite the hand that bullies and berates us
because we're going to wake up in the end times.
We're going to be caught up in the wreckage, thinking, yeah, life's going to happen
whether we dismiss it or expect it.
So let me look into your eyes and see my own eyes reflected.
I'm crying oceans into paragraphs because behind our backs, our shadows laugh.
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I can smell the rain.
Look, you're the only one I ever knew whose eyes could hold the flame without burning like the others burnt.
She told me hell's to blame and I told her hell's a choice we make and Blake would tell the same.
If all deities reside within,
how come I feel that presence above?
The love that unplugs the heart and starts to flood again within me,
drowning out the badness that I harbour.
When my goodness battens down the hatches and holds on to a partner,
she's saying storms coming.
Of course it is.
It always is on nights like this
because the tower blocks are murmuring and I can sense the turning wind and I glimpse this man who isn't there and I know that
glitch for all it's worth.
Because I pass out full of madness and I wake up drenched in thirst like give me whiskey, give me beers to glug,
just let me lose this fear and I'll love anyone who's near enough to look in slightly like you.
All I'm trying to say,
today's like all them other days
and all I'm trying to do is mark it down and make it true to make it count for something because I know nothing is
eternal and nothing means a thing and nobody believes nothing.
That's why we live in all this sin and we mistake it for normality, for something to attain.
My descent sets me apart, but today I smell that rain, come to wash away these masks,
the marks embedded on our weary hearts and this is merely metaphor.
But metaphor is flexing jaw and getting ready for the fight, has come to fight with the surface world
but we have lost our purpose hurled into a furnace where the burn is near celestial, detestable outsider.
Yes, my chest is full of cider gin and lightning and my eyes will dim
but the rhymes will sing in times to come.
Since I begun my head's been filled with end
because these people wear too many faces
but I swear the truth will strike again.
You see I wake up in the end times, curled up in the wreckage thinking life will happen whether you dismiss it or expect it.
So look into my eyes, you'll see your own eyes reflected.
I'm crying oceans into paragraphs, while behind our backs our shadows laugh.
We wake up in the end times, curled up in the wreckage saying life's gonna happen whether you dismiss it or expect it.
So let me look into your eyes and see my own eyes reflected.
I'm crying oceans into paragraphs because behind our backs our shadows laugh.
But look, when I'm telling rhymes, I shut my eyes because it helps me see stuff.
These words, they're like the leaves in the bottom of the gypsy's teacup.
If you look at them right, you might see the future in them.
See I always knew that we were here for more than wash the [E] dishes, do the cooking.
See [C] I'm here to speak for everyone that never got a looking.
You know, the ones who ain't good looking.
The ones who hate the crooked, wicked [N] nature of the system.
For everyone who knows fucking just because we can't see the bars.
Don't mean we aren't in prison.
I believe every soul is born blessed with true wisdom.
And that life is about getting back what was given before life.
How come we are all in these disguises hidden?
How come we sleep through life and live in dreams?
Is it because we can't tell the difference now?
All my life, people looked at me with real suspicion.
I'm like, yo, I got to be what I got to be.
I'm the victim of my own condition.
And the meaning is the same no matter which language speaks it.
The new paradigm begins as soon as you're ready to perceive it.
And that's the real talk.
These are whirlpool words you can drown in.
But I'm so desperate for beauty, I'll turn scaffolding to mountains.
I'll turn traffic into breakers while this illusion overtakes us.
I'm saying we need to learn to bite the hand that bullies and berates us
because we're going to wake up in the end times.
We're going to be caught up in the wreckage, thinking, yeah, life's going to happen
whether we dismiss it or expect it.
So let me look into your eyes and see my own eyes reflected.
I'm crying oceans into paragraphs because behind our backs, our shadows laugh.
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