Chords for Moody Blues: Reflective Smile~Veteran Cosmic Rocker
Tempo:
150 bpm
Chords used:
C
F
Bb
G
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[N] [F]
Your [G] painted [C] smile [Em] hides [Bm] you still while you [Gbm] search [A] yourself within.
[Dm] [G] [Gbm] Yesterday [F] and tomorrow's fun, fused as [G] one upon solid [C] ground, as all around [Em] the milling
crowd confuse themselves with raking [C] sounds and their loves [F] forgetfulness abounds.
[Em]
So be [A] thankful for your grease-painted [Dm] clown [F] if loneliness wears the crown of the veteran [C] cosmic rocker.
I'll have a Scottish folk, please, mother.
[Bb]
[Eb] [Dm]
[C]
Lights go down, stage is set, a man in the wings breaks out in a sweat.
A man's face, smoke, despite his own one, aggressive, no mercy for the soul.
A rat on a horse, got him hard, he's afraid he's gonna die.
He gives the anvil, pop [F] it up.
[C]
He steps into the remaining light, proud for all he's had in sight.
Arms held high, the sight of his face, his manager's sigh and the one night feast in the house he's had.
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[C]
A [Db]
[C]
[Cm] [Eb]
[Bb]
[C] man in the wings breaks out in a sweat.
A man's face, smoke, despite his own one, aggressive, no mercy for the soul.
A man's face, smoke, despite his own one, aggressive, no mercy for the soul.
A rat on a horse, got him hard, he's afraid he's gonna [Cm] die.
He gives the anvil, pop it [F] up.
He smashes his throats, his life is but a crumb.
[Cm]
[C] He's [Bb] afraid [Eb] that he [Bb] will [F] die.
[C]
Your [G] painted [C] smile [Em] hides [Bm] you still while you [Gbm] search [A] yourself within.
[Dm] [G] [Gbm] Yesterday [F] and tomorrow's fun, fused as [G] one upon solid [C] ground, as all around [Em] the milling
crowd confuse themselves with raking [C] sounds and their loves [F] forgetfulness abounds.
[Em]
So be [A] thankful for your grease-painted [Dm] clown [F] if loneliness wears the crown of the veteran [C] cosmic rocker.
I'll have a Scottish folk, please, mother.
[Bb]
[Eb] [Dm]
[C]
Lights go down, stage is set, a man in the wings breaks out in a sweat.
A man's face, smoke, despite his own one, aggressive, no mercy for the soul.
A rat on a horse, got him hard, he's afraid he's gonna die.
He gives the anvil, pop [F] it up.
[C]
He steps into the remaining light, proud for all he's had in sight.
Arms held high, the sight of his face, his manager's sigh and the one night feast in the house he's had.
[F]
[C]
A [Db]
[C]
[Cm] [Eb]
[Bb]
[C] man in the wings breaks out in a sweat.
A man's face, smoke, despite his own one, aggressive, no mercy for the soul.
A man's face, smoke, despite his own one, aggressive, no mercy for the soul.
A rat on a horse, got him hard, he's afraid he's gonna [Cm] die.
He gives the anvil, pop it [F] up.
He smashes his throats, his life is but a crumb.
[Cm]
[C] He's [Bb] afraid [Eb] that he [Bb] will [F] die.
[C]
Key:
C
F
Bb
G
Em
C
F
Bb
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_ _ Your [G] painted [C] smile [Em] hides [Bm] you still while you [Gbm] search [A] yourself within.
[Dm] _ [G] _ [Gbm] Yesterday [F] and tomorrow's fun, _ fused as [G] one upon solid [C] ground, as all around [Em] the milling
crowd confuse themselves with raking [C] sounds and their loves [F] forgetfulness _ _ abounds.
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So be [A] thankful for your grease-painted [Dm] clown [F] if loneliness wears the crown of the veteran [C] cosmic rocker.
_ I'll have a Scottish folk, please, mother. _ _ _ _
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Lights go down, stage is set, a man in the wings breaks out in a sweat.
A man's face, smoke, despite his own one, aggressive, no mercy for the soul.
A rat on a horse, got him _ hard, he's afraid he's gonna die.
He gives the anvil, pop [F] it up. _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ He steps into the remaining light, proud for all he's had in sight.
Arms held high, the sight of his face, his manager's sigh and the one night feast in the house he's had. _ _ _ _ _
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[Cm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _
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_ [C] man in _ _ the wings breaks out _ _ _ in a sweat.
A man's face, smoke, despite his own one, aggressive, no mercy for the soul.
A _ man's face, smoke, despite his own one, aggressive, no mercy for the soul.
A rat on a horse, got him hard, he's afraid he's gonna [Cm] die.
He gives the anvil, pop it [F] up.
_ He smashes his throats, his life is but a crumb. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ He's [Bb] afraid [Eb] that he [Bb] will _ [F] die. _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ Your [G] painted [C] smile [Em] hides [Bm] you still while you [Gbm] search [A] yourself within.
[Dm] _ [G] _ [Gbm] Yesterday [F] and tomorrow's fun, _ fused as [G] one upon solid [C] ground, as all around [Em] the milling
crowd confuse themselves with raking [C] sounds and their loves [F] forgetfulness _ _ abounds.
_ [Em] _ _ _
So be [A] thankful for your grease-painted [Dm] clown [F] if loneliness wears the crown of the veteran [C] cosmic rocker.
_ I'll have a Scottish folk, please, mother. _ _ _ _
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Lights go down, stage is set, a man in the wings breaks out in a sweat.
A man's face, smoke, despite his own one, aggressive, no mercy for the soul.
A rat on a horse, got him _ hard, he's afraid he's gonna die.
He gives the anvil, pop [F] it up. _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ He steps into the remaining light, proud for all he's had in sight.
Arms held high, the sight of his face, his manager's sigh and the one night feast in the house he's had. _ _ _ _ _
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_ [C] man in _ _ the wings breaks out _ _ _ in a sweat.
A man's face, smoke, despite his own one, aggressive, no mercy for the soul.
A _ man's face, smoke, despite his own one, aggressive, no mercy for the soul.
A rat on a horse, got him hard, he's afraid he's gonna [Cm] die.
He gives the anvil, pop it [F] up.
_ He smashes his throats, his life is but a crumb. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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