Passerine Chords by The Oh Hellos
Tempo:
71.95 bpm
Chords used:
G
Em
C
A
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Bm]
[D]
[E] [Bm]
[G]
[B] Right carillon bells, [Em] the house of Augustus [C] rings,
The echo in him are [G] my fellow passers, [A] And they tug to the duckbox to a burrow,
[Em] Like an eagle to an [C] airy, And my godskin heart [G] even hum a single [C] thing,
Cause you were the song that I'd [G] always sing, You were the fire that would bring,
But [C] I can't shake this feeling, [Bm] That burns only,
Pushing the spirit inside,
[G] [E] Again.
[B] [G]
[A] [G]
[E]
[A]
Our birds of a prime, more [Em] and more are looking [C] like,
Centurions in any [G] little style,
[A] As I prune my feathers, [E] so I please the [C] vine,
And we have fewer [G] and fewer in [A] line,
Our haunted fingers [Em] still reek of [C] gasoline,
Though few of the fire of [G] that red, golden [A] tree,
If I the holy rock [Em] to help it feel its [C] seas,
It'll bring me relief, [G] no, it'll bring me nothing at all,
Cause you were the song that I'd [Bm] always sing,
[Em] You were the life that would [G] find,
But I can't shake this feeling,
That [Bm] burns only,
[Em] Pushing the spirit inside,
[G] Again and again [A] and again,
[G]
[A] [D]
[D] [A] [Em]
[G] [Dm] [E]
When it [Bm] comes at night, yeah,
At night, [G] Lord,
[E] What am I to do, what am I to do, oh Lord,
When the cold wind blows, [G] yeah,
From the north,
[D] What am I to do, what am I to do, oh [A] Lord,
When it comes at night, [Em] yeah,
At [C] night, Lord,
What am I to do, [E] what am I to do, oh Lord,
When the cold wind blows, [Em] yeah,
From the [C] north,
What am I to do, [G] what am I to do, oh [Am] Lord,
When it comes at night, [Em] yeah,
At [C] night, Lord,
What am I to do, [G] what am I
[Am] [Em]
[C] to do, [B] what am I to do,
[D]
[E] [Bm]
[G]
[B] Right carillon bells, [Em] the house of Augustus [C] rings,
The echo in him are [G] my fellow passers, [A] And they tug to the duckbox to a burrow,
[Em] Like an eagle to an [C] airy, And my godskin heart [G] even hum a single [C] thing,
Cause you were the song that I'd [G] always sing, You were the fire that would bring,
But [C] I can't shake this feeling, [Bm] That burns only,
Pushing the spirit inside,
[G] [E] Again.
[B] [G]
[A] [G]
[E]
[A]
Our birds of a prime, more [Em] and more are looking [C] like,
Centurions in any [G] little style,
[A] As I prune my feathers, [E] so I please the [C] vine,
And we have fewer [G] and fewer in [A] line,
Our haunted fingers [Em] still reek of [C] gasoline,
Though few of the fire of [G] that red, golden [A] tree,
If I the holy rock [Em] to help it feel its [C] seas,
It'll bring me relief, [G] no, it'll bring me nothing at all,
Cause you were the song that I'd [Bm] always sing,
[Em] You were the life that would [G] find,
But I can't shake this feeling,
That [Bm] burns only,
[Em] Pushing the spirit inside,
[G] Again and again [A] and again,
[G]
[A] [D]
[D] [A] [Em]
[G] [Dm] [E]
When it [Bm] comes at night, yeah,
At night, [G] Lord,
[E] What am I to do, what am I to do, oh Lord,
When the cold wind blows, [G] yeah,
From the north,
[D] What am I to do, what am I to do, oh [A] Lord,
When it comes at night, [Em] yeah,
At [C] night, Lord,
What am I to do, [E] what am I to do, oh Lord,
When the cold wind blows, [Em] yeah,
From the [C] north,
What am I to do, [G] what am I to do, oh [Am] Lord,
When it comes at night, [Em] yeah,
At [C] night, Lord,
What am I to do, [G] what am I
[Am] [Em]
[C] to do, [B] what am I to do,
Key:
G
Em
C
A
E
G
Em
C
_ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _
[B] Right carillon bells, [Em] the house of Augustus [C] rings,
The echo in him are [G] my fellow passers, [A] And they tug to the duckbox to a burrow,
[Em] Like an eagle to an [C] airy, And my godskin heart [G] even hum a single [C] thing,
Cause you were the song that I'd [G] always sing, You were the fire that would bring,
But [C] I can't shake this feeling, [Bm] That burns only,
Pushing the spirit inside,
[G] [E] Again.
_ _ [B] _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _
Our birds of a prime, more [Em] and more are looking [C] like,
_ Centurions in any [G] little style,
[A] As I prune my feathers, [E] so I please the [C] vine,
And we have fewer [G] and fewer in [A] line,
Our haunted fingers [Em] still reek of [C] gasoline,
Though few of the fire of [G] that red, golden [A] tree,
If I the holy rock [Em] to help it feel its [C] seas,
It'll bring me relief, [G] no, it'll bring me nothing at all,
Cause you were the song that I'd [Bm] always sing,
[Em] You were the life that would [G] find,
But I can't shake this feeling,
That [Bm] burns only,
[Em] Pushing the spirit inside,
[G] Again and again [A] and again,
_ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _
[D] _ _ [A] _ _ [Em] _ _
[G] _ _ [Dm] _ _ [E] _ _
_ When it [Bm] comes at night, yeah,
At night, [G] Lord,
[E] What am I to do, what am I to do, oh Lord,
When the cold wind blows, [G] yeah,
From the north,
[D] What am I to do, what am I to do, oh [A] Lord,
When it comes at night, [Em] yeah,
At [C] night, Lord,
What am I to do, [E] what am I to do, oh Lord,
When the cold wind blows, [Em] yeah,
From the [C] north,
What am I to do, [G] what am I to do, oh [Am] Lord,
When it comes at night, [Em] yeah,
At [C] night, Lord,
What am I to do, [G] what am I _
[Am] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
[C] _ to do, [B] what am I to do, _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _
[B] Right carillon bells, [Em] the house of Augustus [C] rings,
The echo in him are [G] my fellow passers, [A] And they tug to the duckbox to a burrow,
[Em] Like an eagle to an [C] airy, And my godskin heart [G] even hum a single [C] thing,
Cause you were the song that I'd [G] always sing, You were the fire that would bring,
But [C] I can't shake this feeling, [Bm] That burns only,
Pushing the spirit inside,
[G] [E] Again.
_ _ [B] _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _
Our birds of a prime, more [Em] and more are looking [C] like,
_ Centurions in any [G] little style,
[A] As I prune my feathers, [E] so I please the [C] vine,
And we have fewer [G] and fewer in [A] line,
Our haunted fingers [Em] still reek of [C] gasoline,
Though few of the fire of [G] that red, golden [A] tree,
If I the holy rock [Em] to help it feel its [C] seas,
It'll bring me relief, [G] no, it'll bring me nothing at all,
Cause you were the song that I'd [Bm] always sing,
[Em] You were the life that would [G] find,
But I can't shake this feeling,
That [Bm] burns only,
[Em] Pushing the spirit inside,
[G] Again and again [A] and again,
_ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _
[D] _ _ [A] _ _ [Em] _ _
[G] _ _ [Dm] _ _ [E] _ _
_ When it [Bm] comes at night, yeah,
At night, [G] Lord,
[E] What am I to do, what am I to do, oh Lord,
When the cold wind blows, [G] yeah,
From the north,
[D] What am I to do, what am I to do, oh [A] Lord,
When it comes at night, [Em] yeah,
At [C] night, Lord,
What am I to do, [E] what am I to do, oh Lord,
When the cold wind blows, [Em] yeah,
From the [C] north,
What am I to do, [G] what am I to do, oh [Am] Lord,
When it comes at night, [Em] yeah,
At [C] night, Lord,
What am I to do, [G] what am I _
[Am] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
[C] _ to do, [B] what am I to do, _