Chords for Mephisto walz - Garden of Proserpine
Tempo:
70.1 bpm
Chords used:
B
C
E
F#
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[B] Steer [C] the world [B] quiet,
hear the roving white wolf sing,
[A] dead men [C] suspect we're trying,
[B] but now for me it's a dream.
I'll watch [C] the great field glowing,
[B] for reaping, for canning, for serving,
for by [C] this time [B] I'm knowing,
the sleepy night
[E] [F#]
[E] [F#] is [E] coming.
I'll get a little help.
[F#]
[B] They're going [C] on a hunt down the [B] river,
the old one's a weary [A] goose,
[C] and one of them years he'll get [B] a gun,
and all the advice you give,
the dreams [C] of the years were [B] taken,
like a textiles that's shaking,
[A] like a [C] letter that's unfolding,
[B] the trace of the world through.
[E] [F#]
[E] [F#]
[E] [F#]
[B] One [C] time I'll tear them [B] apart,
and then I'll write them [A] free.
I'll get [C] me cotton in my [B] purse,
and then pass away to me.
And when [C] all the earth and [B] waters,
from the dark and [A] flowers,
is just [C] a dream of [B] flowers,
and every pick looks new,
[G] [D] [E]
[C] [Cm] [E]
[G] [D] [G]
[C] [B] [E]
[B] don't you [C] push all the [B] living,
from hope and peace and [A] greed.
We can [C] have a free [B] Thanksgiving,
one of the world's will be,
and then [C] life is [B] forever,
the young and wise look [E] never,
and [C] I'm going to win it [B] over,
when someone's dead today.
[E] [F#]
[E] [F#]
[E] [F#]
[E] [F#]
[E] [F#]
[E] [F#]
[B] We are [C] not sure of [B] sorrow,
and joy or pain, we [A] should,
to [C] get what we want [B] tomorrow,
like used to when I'm through.
And [C] love from pain is [B] incredible,
it moves but I break [A] apart,
I [C] never thought it was [B] forgetful,
without no one to [G] do.
[B] [F#] [E] [A] [F] [E]
hear the roving white wolf sing,
[A] dead men [C] suspect we're trying,
[B] but now for me it's a dream.
I'll watch [C] the great field glowing,
[B] for reaping, for canning, for serving,
for by [C] this time [B] I'm knowing,
the sleepy night
[E] [F#]
[E] [F#] is [E] coming.
I'll get a little help.
[F#]
[B] They're going [C] on a hunt down the [B] river,
the old one's a weary [A] goose,
[C] and one of them years he'll get [B] a gun,
and all the advice you give,
the dreams [C] of the years were [B] taken,
like a textiles that's shaking,
[A] like a [C] letter that's unfolding,
[B] the trace of the world through.
[E] [F#]
[E] [F#]
[E] [F#]
[B] One [C] time I'll tear them [B] apart,
and then I'll write them [A] free.
I'll get [C] me cotton in my [B] purse,
and then pass away to me.
And when [C] all the earth and [B] waters,
from the dark and [A] flowers,
is just [C] a dream of [B] flowers,
and every pick looks new,
[G] [D] [E]
[C] [Cm] [E]
[G] [D] [G]
[C] [B] [E]
[B] don't you [C] push all the [B] living,
from hope and peace and [A] greed.
We can [C] have a free [B] Thanksgiving,
one of the world's will be,
and then [C] life is [B] forever,
the young and wise look [E] never,
and [C] I'm going to win it [B] over,
when someone's dead today.
[E] [F#]
[E] [F#]
[E] [F#]
[E] [F#]
[E] [F#]
[E] [F#]
[B] We are [C] not sure of [B] sorrow,
and joy or pain, we [A] should,
to [C] get what we want [B] tomorrow,
like used to when I'm through.
And [C] love from pain is [B] incredible,
it moves but I break [A] apart,
I [C] never thought it was [B] forgetful,
without no one to [G] do.
[B] [F#] [E] [A] [F] [E]
Key:
B
C
E
F#
A
B
C
E
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] Steer [C] the world [B] quiet,
hear the roving white wolf sing,
[A] dead men [C] suspect we're trying,
[B] but now for me it's a dream.
I'll watch [C] the great field glowing,
[B] for reaping, for canning, for serving,
for by [C] this time [B] I'm knowing,
the sleepy night _
[E] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ is [E] coming.
I'll get a little help.
_ [F#] _ _ _ _
[B] They're going [C] on a hunt down the [B] river,
the old one's a weary [A] goose,
[C] and one of them years he'll get [B] a gun,
and all the advice you give,
the dreams [C] of the years were [B] taken,
like a textiles that's shaking,
[A] like a [C] letter that's unfolding,
[B] the trace of the world through.
[E] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[B] One [C] time I'll tear them [B] apart,
and then I'll write them [A] free.
I'll get [C] me cotton in my [B] purse,
and then pass away to me.
And when [C] all the earth and [B] waters,
from the dark and [A] flowers,
is just [C] a dream of [B] flowers,
and every pick looks new,
[G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ [E] _ _ _
[C] _ _ [Cm] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ [G] _ _ _
[C] _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[B] don't you [C] push all the [B] living,
from hope and peace and [A] greed.
We can [C] have a free [B] Thanksgiving,
one of the world's will be,
and then [C] life is [B] forever,
the young and wise look [E] never,
and [C] I'm going to win it [B] over,
when someone's dead today.
[E] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[B] We are [C] not sure of [B] sorrow,
and joy or pain, we [A] should,
to [C] get what we want [B] tomorrow,
like used to when I'm through.
And [C] love from pain is [B] incredible,
it moves but I break [A] apart,
I [C] never thought it was [B] forgetful,
without no one to [G] do.
_ _ _ [B] _ [F#] _ _ [E] _ [A] _ _ [F] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] Steer [C] the world [B] quiet,
hear the roving white wolf sing,
[A] dead men [C] suspect we're trying,
[B] but now for me it's a dream.
I'll watch [C] the great field glowing,
[B] for reaping, for canning, for serving,
for by [C] this time [B] I'm knowing,
the sleepy night _
[E] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ is [E] coming.
I'll get a little help.
_ [F#] _ _ _ _
[B] They're going [C] on a hunt down the [B] river,
the old one's a weary [A] goose,
[C] and one of them years he'll get [B] a gun,
and all the advice you give,
the dreams [C] of the years were [B] taken,
like a textiles that's shaking,
[A] like a [C] letter that's unfolding,
[B] the trace of the world through.
[E] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[B] One [C] time I'll tear them [B] apart,
and then I'll write them [A] free.
I'll get [C] me cotton in my [B] purse,
and then pass away to me.
And when [C] all the earth and [B] waters,
from the dark and [A] flowers,
is just [C] a dream of [B] flowers,
and every pick looks new,
[G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ [E] _ _ _
[C] _ _ [Cm] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ [G] _ _ _
[C] _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[B] don't you [C] push all the [B] living,
from hope and peace and [A] greed.
We can [C] have a free [B] Thanksgiving,
one of the world's will be,
and then [C] life is [B] forever,
the young and wise look [E] never,
and [C] I'm going to win it [B] over,
when someone's dead today.
[E] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[B] We are [C] not sure of [B] sorrow,
and joy or pain, we [A] should,
to [C] get what we want [B] tomorrow,
like used to when I'm through.
And [C] love from pain is [B] incredible,
it moves but I break [A] apart,
I [C] never thought it was [B] forgetful,
without no one to [G] do.
_ _ _ [B] _ [F#] _ _ [E] _ [A] _ _ [F] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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