Chords for Ravens
Tempo:
128.05 bpm
Chords used:
F#
G
Bm
A
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Bm]
In October 2015, I was out in the yard.
I'd just finished splitting up the scrap 2x4s in De Kinling.
I glanced up at the half-moon, pink, chill, refinery cloudlight.
Two big black birds flew over, their wings whooshing and low.
[A] Two ravens, but only two.
[F#] Their black [D] feathers
[F#] tinted in [G] the sunset.
[Bm]
I knew these birds were omens, but of what I wasn't sure.
They were flying out toward the island where we hoped to move.
[G] [Em]
You were probably inside.
You were probably aching, wanting not to die.
Your body transformed.
I couldn't bear to look, so I turned [A] my head west, like an early death.
[F#] Now I can [D] only see you [F#] on the fridge in [G] lifeless pictures.
[Bm] And in every dream I have at night.
And in every room I walk into, I hear where I sit the next [G] October.
Still seeing your eyes, [Em]
bleeding and afraid.
Full of love, calling out from another place, because [A] you're not here.
I watched you die in this room, then I [A] gave your clothes away.
I'm sorry, [F#] I had [D] to.
[F#] And now [G]
I will [Em] move [Bm] with our daughter.
We will ride over water with your ghost underneath the boat.
What was you is now burnt bones, and I cannot be at home.
[A] I'm running, reflailing.
[F#] [D]
[F#] [G]
[Bm]
[G]
The second time I went to hide, it [B] was just me and [G] our daughter.
[Em] Only one month [Em] after you died, my face was still contorted.
Driving up and down, boots wet inside, in the sun weeping.
[A] I needed to return to the place where we [D] discovered that [F#] [D] childless.
[F#] We could [G] blanket ourselves in the moss there for our long lives.
But when we came home, you were pregnant.
And then [B] our [Bm] life together [Em] was not long.
You had cancer and [Em] we were killed, and I'm left living like this.
Crying on the logging roads with your ashes in a jar.
[A] Thinking about the things I'll tell you.
When you get back from wherever it is [F#m] that [G] you've gone.
[F#] But then I remember death [Bm] is real.
I'm still here in Masset, August 12th, 2016.
[B] You've been dead [Bm] for one month and [Em] three days, and we are sleeping in the forest.
There is sand still in the blankets from the beach where we released you from the jar.
[A] When we wake up, all the clothes that we left out are cold and damp just from [F#] the air [D] permeating.
[E] The ground [G] opens up,
[Bm] surrounded by growth.
Nurse logs with layers [G] of moss [B] and life.
[Bm] Young cedars, the sound of water.
Thicks [G] allow, [Em] and god-like huckleberries.
The ground absorbs and remakes whatever falls.
Nothing dies here, [A] but here is where I came to grieve.
To dive into it with you,
[F#] with [D] your absence.
[F#] But I keep [G] picking you berries.
[D]
[A]
In October 2015, I was out in the yard.
I'd just finished splitting up the scrap 2x4s in De Kinling.
I glanced up at the half-moon, pink, chill, refinery cloudlight.
Two big black birds flew over, their wings whooshing and low.
[A] Two ravens, but only two.
[F#] Their black [D] feathers
[F#] tinted in [G] the sunset.
[Bm]
I knew these birds were omens, but of what I wasn't sure.
They were flying out toward the island where we hoped to move.
[G] [Em]
You were probably inside.
You were probably aching, wanting not to die.
Your body transformed.
I couldn't bear to look, so I turned [A] my head west, like an early death.
[F#] Now I can [D] only see you [F#] on the fridge in [G] lifeless pictures.
[Bm] And in every dream I have at night.
And in every room I walk into, I hear where I sit the next [G] October.
Still seeing your eyes, [Em]
bleeding and afraid.
Full of love, calling out from another place, because [A] you're not here.
I watched you die in this room, then I [A] gave your clothes away.
I'm sorry, [F#] I had [D] to.
[F#] And now [G]
I will [Em] move [Bm] with our daughter.
We will ride over water with your ghost underneath the boat.
What was you is now burnt bones, and I cannot be at home.
[A] I'm running, reflailing.
[F#] [D]
[F#] [G]
[Bm]
[G]
The second time I went to hide, it [B] was just me and [G] our daughter.
[Em] Only one month [Em] after you died, my face was still contorted.
Driving up and down, boots wet inside, in the sun weeping.
[A] I needed to return to the place where we [D] discovered that [F#] [D] childless.
[F#] We could [G] blanket ourselves in the moss there for our long lives.
But when we came home, you were pregnant.
And then [B] our [Bm] life together [Em] was not long.
You had cancer and [Em] we were killed, and I'm left living like this.
Crying on the logging roads with your ashes in a jar.
[A] Thinking about the things I'll tell you.
When you get back from wherever it is [F#m] that [G] you've gone.
[F#] But then I remember death [Bm] is real.
I'm still here in Masset, August 12th, 2016.
[B] You've been dead [Bm] for one month and [Em] three days, and we are sleeping in the forest.
There is sand still in the blankets from the beach where we released you from the jar.
[A] When we wake up, all the clothes that we left out are cold and damp just from [F#] the air [D] permeating.
[E] The ground [G] opens up,
[Bm] surrounded by growth.
Nurse logs with layers [G] of moss [B] and life.
[Bm] Young cedars, the sound of water.
Thicks [G] allow, [Em] and god-like huckleberries.
The ground absorbs and remakes whatever falls.
Nothing dies here, [A] but here is where I came to grieve.
To dive into it with you,
[F#] with [D] your absence.
[F#] But I keep [G] picking you berries.
[D]
[A]
Key:
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Bm
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F#
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Bm
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ In October _ 2015, _ _ _ _ I was out in the yard. _
I'd just finished splitting up the scrap _ 2x4s in De Kinling. _ _
I glanced up at the half-moon, pink, chill, refinery _ cloudlight. _
_ Two big black birds flew over, their wings whooshing and low. _ _
[A] Two _ _ _ ravens, but only _ two. _ _
[F#] Their _ black [D] feathers _ _
[F#] _ tinted in [G] the sunset. _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
I knew these birds were omens, but of what I wasn't sure. _ _ _
They were flying out toward the island where we hoped to move.
_ [G] _ _ [Em] _
You were probably inside. _ _
You were probably aching, wanting not to die.
Your body transformed. _ _
I couldn't bear to look, so I turned [A] my head _ west, _ like an early _ death. _ _
[F#] Now I can [D] only see you [F#] on the fridge in [G] lifeless pictures. _ _
[Bm] _ And in every dream I have at night.
And in every room I walk into, I hear where I sit the next [G] October.
Still seeing your eyes, [Em] _
_ _ bleeding and afraid. _ _
_ _ Full of love, _ _ _ _ calling out _ _ from _ another place, because [A] you're not _ _ here. _
I watched you die in this room, then I _ [A] gave your clothes _ away.
_ I'm sorry, _ [F#] I had _ [D] to. _
[F#] And now _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ I will [Em] move [Bm] with our daughter.
We will ride over water _ _ with _ your ghost _ _ _ underneath the boat.
What was you is now burnt bones, _ and I cannot be at home. _ _
[A] _ _ _ I'm running, _ _ _ _ _ _ reflailing. _
[F#] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
The second time I went to hide, it [B] was just me and [G] our daughter. _ _
[Em] _ Only one month [Em] after you died, my face was still contorted. _ _
_ Driving up and down, boots wet inside, in the sun weeping. _
[A] I needed to return to the place where we [D] discovered that [F#] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ childless.
[F#] We could [G] blanket ourselves in the _ moss there for our long _ _ lives.
But when we came home, you were pregnant. _
And then [B] our [Bm] life together [Em] was not long.
You had cancer and [Em] we were killed, and I'm left living like this.
_ Crying on the logging roads with your ashes in a jar. _
[A] Thinking about the things I'll tell you.
When you get back from wherever it is [F#m] that _ _ [G] you've gone. _
[F#] _ But then I remember death [Bm] is real. _ _ _ _ _ _
I'm still here in Masset, _ August 12th, _ 2016. _
[B] _ You've been dead [Bm] for one month and [Em] three days, and we are sleeping in the forest.
There is sand still in the blankets from the beach where we released you from the jar. _
[A] When we wake up, all the clothes that we left out are cold and damp just from [F#] the air _ [D] _ permeating.
[E] The ground [G] opens up, _ _
[Bm] _ _ surrounded by growth. _
_ Nurse logs with layers [G] of moss [B] and life.
_ [Bm] Young cedars, the sound of water.
_ Thicks [G] allow, _ [Em] and god-like huckleberries. _
_ The ground absorbs and _ remakes whatever falls. _ _
_ _ _ Nothing dies here, [A] but here is where I came to grieve.
To dive into it with you, _
[F#] _ _ with [D] your _ absence.
[F#] But I keep [G] picking you berries. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ In October _ 2015, _ _ _ _ I was out in the yard. _
I'd just finished splitting up the scrap _ 2x4s in De Kinling. _ _
I glanced up at the half-moon, pink, chill, refinery _ cloudlight. _
_ Two big black birds flew over, their wings whooshing and low. _ _
[A] Two _ _ _ ravens, but only _ two. _ _
[F#] Their _ black [D] feathers _ _
[F#] _ tinted in [G] the sunset. _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
I knew these birds were omens, but of what I wasn't sure. _ _ _
They were flying out toward the island where we hoped to move.
_ [G] _ _ [Em] _
You were probably inside. _ _
You were probably aching, wanting not to die.
Your body transformed. _ _
I couldn't bear to look, so I turned [A] my head _ west, _ like an early _ death. _ _
[F#] Now I can [D] only see you [F#] on the fridge in [G] lifeless pictures. _ _
[Bm] _ And in every dream I have at night.
And in every room I walk into, I hear where I sit the next [G] October.
Still seeing your eyes, [Em] _
_ _ bleeding and afraid. _ _
_ _ Full of love, _ _ _ _ calling out _ _ from _ another place, because [A] you're not _ _ here. _
I watched you die in this room, then I _ [A] gave your clothes _ away.
_ I'm sorry, _ [F#] I had _ [D] to. _
[F#] And now _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ I will [Em] move [Bm] with our daughter.
We will ride over water _ _ with _ your ghost _ _ _ underneath the boat.
What was you is now burnt bones, _ and I cannot be at home. _ _
[A] _ _ _ I'm running, _ _ _ _ _ _ reflailing. _
[F#] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
The second time I went to hide, it [B] was just me and [G] our daughter. _ _
[Em] _ Only one month [Em] after you died, my face was still contorted. _ _
_ Driving up and down, boots wet inside, in the sun weeping. _
[A] I needed to return to the place where we [D] discovered that [F#] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ childless.
[F#] We could [G] blanket ourselves in the _ moss there for our long _ _ lives.
But when we came home, you were pregnant. _
And then [B] our [Bm] life together [Em] was not long.
You had cancer and [Em] we were killed, and I'm left living like this.
_ Crying on the logging roads with your ashes in a jar. _
[A] Thinking about the things I'll tell you.
When you get back from wherever it is [F#m] that _ _ [G] you've gone. _
[F#] _ But then I remember death [Bm] is real. _ _ _ _ _ _
I'm still here in Masset, _ August 12th, _ 2016. _
[B] _ You've been dead [Bm] for one month and [Em] three days, and we are sleeping in the forest.
There is sand still in the blankets from the beach where we released you from the jar. _
[A] When we wake up, all the clothes that we left out are cold and damp just from [F#] the air _ [D] _ permeating.
[E] The ground [G] opens up, _ _
[Bm] _ _ surrounded by growth. _
_ Nurse logs with layers [G] of moss [B] and life.
_ [Bm] Young cedars, the sound of water.
_ Thicks [G] allow, _ [Em] and god-like huckleberries. _
_ The ground absorbs and _ remakes whatever falls. _ _
_ _ _ Nothing dies here, [A] but here is where I came to grieve.
To dive into it with you, _
[F#] _ _ with [D] your _ absence.
[F#] But I keep [G] picking you berries. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _