Slainte Mhath Chords by Marillion
Tempo:
72.35 bpm
Chords used:
F
Bb
C
Eb
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[E]
[D] [C] [Am] [G]
[D] [C] [Am] [G]
[D] [C] [Am]
[G] [D] [C] [Am]
[G] [F] [Bb]
[F]
[Bb] [F]
[Bb] [F] A [Bb] hand held [Fm] over a candle an [F] ask you [Bb] provide,
A job and [F] trails, scars of moist fresh power, Wrapped in the indecision of another fine
man.
And you [Bb] sit there and [F] ask me to tell you the
story so far, [Eb] This is [F] the story so far.
Shuffling your memories, dealing your tools in margins,
You scroll out your poems [Bb] across a beer mat or two,
[F] And when you declare [Eb] the [Bb] point of [F] great creation, [Bb] [F] They turn round and [Ebm] ask you to [Bb] tell them the
[F] story so far, [Eb] This is the [F] story so far.
[Eb]
[F] And you [C] listen with [F] a tear [Bb] in your eye, [C] To their hopes and betrayals [F] and your [Bb] only reply,
This [F] is the story so far.
Princes in exile raising the standard brand new,
Reading their anecdotes tired from all campaigns,
Full and [Eb] grown masters [Bb] commanding [F] attention, [Eb] [Bb] And you sit here [F] and listen [Bb] to all of the
[F] stories so far, [Eb] This is the [F] story so far.
[Eb] [F] [Ab] Take it away, [Bb] take it away, [Cm] take it [F] away, [Ab] take it away,
[Bb]
[C] [Bb] [F]
[C] [Bb]
[F] [C] Dreams on the barbed [Bb]
[F] [Bb] wire, [C] from the quiet time that wasn't the tears [Bb] of its [F] broken men,
[C] Realization that [Bb] all we'd be [F] left behind, [C] Is to stand like our fathers before [Bb] us on the
[F] [C] Waiting [Bb] on the [F] whistle to blow, We [C] stand here waiting [Bb] on [F] the whistle to blow,
They [C] promised us miracles, [Bb] and the [F] whistle still blows,
[C] Realization [Bb] that all [F] we'd be left behind, Is to stand like our fathers [C] before us on
the Waiting [Bb] on the [F] whistle to blow, [C] [Bb]
We stand here waiting on the whistle to blow,
[N]
[D] [C] [Am] [G]
[D] [C] [Am] [G]
[D] [C] [Am]
[G] [D] [C] [Am]
[G] [F] [Bb]
[F]
[Bb] [F]
[Bb] [F] A [Bb] hand held [Fm] over a candle an [F] ask you [Bb] provide,
A job and [F] trails, scars of moist fresh power, Wrapped in the indecision of another fine
man.
And you [Bb] sit there and [F] ask me to tell you the
story so far, [Eb] This is [F] the story so far.
Shuffling your memories, dealing your tools in margins,
You scroll out your poems [Bb] across a beer mat or two,
[F] And when you declare [Eb] the [Bb] point of [F] great creation, [Bb] [F] They turn round and [Ebm] ask you to [Bb] tell them the
[F] story so far, [Eb] This is the [F] story so far.
[Eb]
[F] And you [C] listen with [F] a tear [Bb] in your eye, [C] To their hopes and betrayals [F] and your [Bb] only reply,
This [F] is the story so far.
Princes in exile raising the standard brand new,
Reading their anecdotes tired from all campaigns,
Full and [Eb] grown masters [Bb] commanding [F] attention, [Eb] [Bb] And you sit here [F] and listen [Bb] to all of the
[F] stories so far, [Eb] This is the [F] story so far.
[Eb] [F] [Ab] Take it away, [Bb] take it away, [Cm] take it [F] away, [Ab] take it away,
[Bb]
[C] [Bb] [F]
[C] [Bb]
[F] [C] Dreams on the barbed [Bb]
[F] [Bb] wire, [C] from the quiet time that wasn't the tears [Bb] of its [F] broken men,
[C] Realization that [Bb] all we'd be [F] left behind, [C] Is to stand like our fathers before [Bb] us on the
[F] [C] Waiting [Bb] on the [F] whistle to blow, We [C] stand here waiting [Bb] on [F] the whistle to blow,
They [C] promised us miracles, [Bb] and the [F] whistle still blows,
[C] Realization [Bb] that all [F] we'd be left behind, Is to stand like our fathers [C] before us on
the Waiting [Bb] on the [F] whistle to blow, [C] [Bb]
We stand here waiting on the whistle to blow,
[N]
Key:
F
Bb
C
Eb
D
F
Bb
C
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ [C] _ _ _ [Am] _ [G] _ _
_ _ [D] _ [C] _ _ _ [Am] _ [G] _
_ _ [D] _ [C] _ _ _ [Am] _ _
[G] _ _ _ [D] _ [C] _ _ _ [Am] _
[G] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bb] [F] A [Bb] hand held [Fm] over a candle an [F] ask you [Bb] provide,
_ _ A job and [F] trails, scars of moist fresh power, _ Wrapped in the indecision of another fine
man.
_ And you [Bb] sit there and [F] ask me to tell you the
story so far, [Eb] This is [F] the story so far. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Shuffling your memories, dealing your tools in margins,
_ You scroll out your poems [Bb] across a beer mat or two,
_ [F] And when you declare [Eb] the [Bb] point of [F] great creation, [Bb] _ [F] They turn round and [Ebm] ask you to [Bb] tell them the
[F] story so far, [Eb] This is the [F] story so far.
[Eb] _
_ [F] _ _ And you [C] listen with [F] a tear [Bb] in your eye, _ [C] To their hopes and betrayals [F] and your [Bb] only reply,
This [F] is the story so far. _
_ _ _ _ _ Princes in exile raising the standard brand new,
_ _ Reading their anecdotes tired from all campaigns,
_ _ Full and [Eb] grown masters [Bb] commanding [F] attention, [Eb] [Bb] And you sit here [F] and listen [Bb] to all of the
[F] stories so far, [Eb] This is the [F] story so far.
[Eb] _ [F] _ _ _ [Ab] Take it away, _ [Bb] take it away, _ [Cm] take it [F] away, _ _ [Ab] _ _ take it away,
[Bb] _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [Bb] _ [F] _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [Bb] _
[F] _ _ _ [C] Dreams on the barbed _ [Bb] _
[F] _ _ [Bb] wire, [C] from the quiet time that wasn't the tears [Bb] of its [F] broken men,
_ _ [C] _ Realization that [Bb] all we'd be [F] left behind, _ [C] Is to stand like our fathers before [Bb] us on the
[F] _ _ _ _ [C] _ Waiting [Bb] on the [F] whistle to blow, We [C] stand here waiting [Bb] on [F] the whistle to blow,
They [C] promised us miracles, [Bb] and the [F] whistle still blows,
_ [C] _ Realization [Bb] that all [F] we'd be left behind, Is to stand like our fathers [C] before us on
the Waiting _ [Bb] on the [F] whistle to blow, _ _ [C] _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ _ We stand here waiting on the whistle to blow,
_ [N] _
_ [D] _ [C] _ _ _ [Am] _ [G] _ _
_ _ [D] _ [C] _ _ _ [Am] _ [G] _
_ _ [D] _ [C] _ _ _ [Am] _ _
[G] _ _ _ [D] _ [C] _ _ _ [Am] _
[G] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bb] [F] A [Bb] hand held [Fm] over a candle an [F] ask you [Bb] provide,
_ _ A job and [F] trails, scars of moist fresh power, _ Wrapped in the indecision of another fine
man.
_ And you [Bb] sit there and [F] ask me to tell you the
story so far, [Eb] This is [F] the story so far. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Shuffling your memories, dealing your tools in margins,
_ You scroll out your poems [Bb] across a beer mat or two,
_ [F] And when you declare [Eb] the [Bb] point of [F] great creation, [Bb] _ [F] They turn round and [Ebm] ask you to [Bb] tell them the
[F] story so far, [Eb] This is the [F] story so far.
[Eb] _
_ [F] _ _ And you [C] listen with [F] a tear [Bb] in your eye, _ [C] To their hopes and betrayals [F] and your [Bb] only reply,
This [F] is the story so far. _
_ _ _ _ _ Princes in exile raising the standard brand new,
_ _ Reading their anecdotes tired from all campaigns,
_ _ Full and [Eb] grown masters [Bb] commanding [F] attention, [Eb] [Bb] And you sit here [F] and listen [Bb] to all of the
[F] stories so far, [Eb] This is the [F] story so far.
[Eb] _ [F] _ _ _ [Ab] Take it away, _ [Bb] take it away, _ [Cm] take it [F] away, _ _ [Ab] _ _ take it away,
[Bb] _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [Bb] _ [F] _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [Bb] _
[F] _ _ _ [C] Dreams on the barbed _ [Bb] _
[F] _ _ [Bb] wire, [C] from the quiet time that wasn't the tears [Bb] of its [F] broken men,
_ _ [C] _ Realization that [Bb] all we'd be [F] left behind, _ [C] Is to stand like our fathers before [Bb] us on the
[F] _ _ _ _ [C] _ Waiting [Bb] on the [F] whistle to blow, We [C] stand here waiting [Bb] on [F] the whistle to blow,
They [C] promised us miracles, [Bb] and the [F] whistle still blows,
_ [C] _ Realization [Bb] that all [F] we'd be left behind, Is to stand like our fathers [C] before us on
the Waiting _ [Bb] on the [F] whistle to blow, _ _ [C] _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ _ We stand here waiting on the whistle to blow,
_ [N] _