Historia Calamitatum Chords by Rise Against
Tempo:
96.2 bpm
Chords used:
Gb
Eb
Db
Bb
Bbm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Gb] [Eb]
[Bb] [Bbm]
[Bb] [Db] [Eb]
[Bb] [Db] [Eb]
[Bb] Even [Gb] though we know, yeah [Eb] we [Bb] know, our time has [Db] almost come, [Eb] we're all [Bb] we know.
Can there [Gb] be a place [Eb] somewhere [Bb] all alone?
Can there [Gb] be a road [Eb] that takes [Gb] us [Eb] home?
We [Gb] tell them Roha, [Eb] we [Gb] tell them [Eb] Roha, we [Gb] tell them [Ab] Roha.
[Bb] Who do you know?
[Db] When the rain's [Gb] at the door, the cracks on the [Db] floor, the skies are [Bbm] gray and bleak.
[Db] The rivers run and [Gb] they fill the [Ab] new streets.
But [Db] the people of [Gb] Arkansas, they [Db] restore, they say [Bbm] peace, oh peace.
[Db] And the most proud get [Gb] wet as if [Ab] to agree, when [Bbm] the rain's at the door.
[Eb]
[Bb] The mystery unknown now unfolds, the life that [Gb] we once owned.
[Bb] But God has sold our passengers [Gb] on board, [Eb] with no [Bb] control, to ocean-loaded export,
[Eb] that ship [Gb] sails low.
[Eb] We [Gb] tell them Roha, [Eb] we [Gb] tell them Roha, [Eb] we [Gb] tell them [Ab] Roha.
[Bb] Who do you know?
[Db] When the rain's [Gb] at the door, the cracks on the floor, the skies are [Bbm] gray and bleak.
[Db] The rivers run [Gb] and they fill the [Ab] new streets.
[Bbm] But the [Db] people of [Gb] Arkansas, they [Ab] restore, they say [Bbm] peace, oh peace.
[Db] And the most proud get [Gb] wet as if [Ab] to agree, when [Gb] the rain's at the door.
[Eb] The door.
[Gb] [Ab] The door.
[Bb] [Db] When we die, we [Eb] mourn.
When we head, we scorn.
Now we were not born.
I can say [Db] we won.
Our clothes [Bb] have gone.
Like [Eb] a child unborn.
A child [Gb] unborn.
It's [Eb] the pride what's holding us to [Gb] the well.
It's this [Eb] fortune that we could [Gb] not foresee.
It's [Ab] the pride that holds.
[Bb] When it rains, it pours [Gb] like solar storm, [Db] the skies are gray [Bbm] and bleak.
The rivers [Db] run and they [Gb] fill the new [Ab] streets.
[Bbm] But the people [Db] of Arkansas, [Gb] they restore, [C] they say peace, [Bbm] oh peace.
And the most [Db] proud get wet [Gb] as if to [Ab] agree, when the rain's at the [C] door.
It's the pride when the rain's [Gb] at the [Db] door.
[Bbm] [Bb]
[Bb] [Bbm]
[Bb] [Db] [Eb]
[Bb] [Db] [Eb]
[Bb] Even [Gb] though we know, yeah [Eb] we [Bb] know, our time has [Db] almost come, [Eb] we're all [Bb] we know.
Can there [Gb] be a place [Eb] somewhere [Bb] all alone?
Can there [Gb] be a road [Eb] that takes [Gb] us [Eb] home?
We [Gb] tell them Roha, [Eb] we [Gb] tell them [Eb] Roha, we [Gb] tell them [Ab] Roha.
[Bb] Who do you know?
[Db] When the rain's [Gb] at the door, the cracks on the [Db] floor, the skies are [Bbm] gray and bleak.
[Db] The rivers run and [Gb] they fill the [Ab] new streets.
But [Db] the people of [Gb] Arkansas, they [Db] restore, they say [Bbm] peace, oh peace.
[Db] And the most proud get [Gb] wet as if [Ab] to agree, when [Bbm] the rain's at the door.
[Eb]
[Bb] The mystery unknown now unfolds, the life that [Gb] we once owned.
[Bb] But God has sold our passengers [Gb] on board, [Eb] with no [Bb] control, to ocean-loaded export,
[Eb] that ship [Gb] sails low.
[Eb] We [Gb] tell them Roha, [Eb] we [Gb] tell them Roha, [Eb] we [Gb] tell them [Ab] Roha.
[Bb] Who do you know?
[Db] When the rain's [Gb] at the door, the cracks on the floor, the skies are [Bbm] gray and bleak.
[Db] The rivers run [Gb] and they fill the [Ab] new streets.
[Bbm] But the [Db] people of [Gb] Arkansas, they [Ab] restore, they say [Bbm] peace, oh peace.
[Db] And the most proud get [Gb] wet as if [Ab] to agree, when [Gb] the rain's at the door.
[Eb] The door.
[Gb] [Ab] The door.
[Bb] [Db] When we die, we [Eb] mourn.
When we head, we scorn.
Now we were not born.
I can say [Db] we won.
Our clothes [Bb] have gone.
Like [Eb] a child unborn.
A child [Gb] unborn.
It's [Eb] the pride what's holding us to [Gb] the well.
It's this [Eb] fortune that we could [Gb] not foresee.
It's [Ab] the pride that holds.
[Bb] When it rains, it pours [Gb] like solar storm, [Db] the skies are gray [Bbm] and bleak.
The rivers [Db] run and they [Gb] fill the new [Ab] streets.
[Bbm] But the people [Db] of Arkansas, [Gb] they restore, [C] they say peace, [Bbm] oh peace.
And the most [Db] proud get wet [Gb] as if to [Ab] agree, when the rain's at the [C] door.
It's the pride when the rain's [Gb] at the [Db] door.
[Bbm] [Bb]
Key:
Gb
Eb
Db
Bb
Bbm
Gb
Eb
Db
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[Bb] _ _ _ _ [Db] _ _ [Eb] _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ [Db] _ _ [Eb] _ _
[Bb] _ _ Even [Gb] though we know, yeah [Eb] we [Bb] know, our time has [Db] almost come, [Eb] we're all [Bb] we know.
Can there [Gb] be a place [Eb] somewhere [Bb] all alone?
Can there [Gb] be a road [Eb] that takes [Gb] us _ [Eb] home?
We [Gb] tell them Roha, [Eb] we [Gb] tell them [Eb] Roha, we [Gb] tell them [Ab] Roha.
[Bb] Who do you know?
[Db] When the rain's [Gb] at the door, the cracks on the [Db] floor, the skies are [Bbm] gray and bleak.
[Db] The rivers run and [Gb] they fill the [Ab] new streets.
But [Db] the people of [Gb] Arkansas, they [Db] restore, they say [Bbm] peace, oh peace.
[Db] And the most proud get [Gb] wet as if [Ab] to agree, when [Bbm] the rain's at the door.
_ _ _ [Eb] _ _
[Bb] _ The mystery unknown now _ _ _ unfolds, the life that [Gb] we once owned.
[Bb] But God has sold our passengers [Gb] on board, [Eb] with no [Bb] control, to ocean-loaded export,
[Eb] that ship [Gb] sails low.
[Eb] We [Gb] tell them Roha, [Eb] we [Gb] tell them Roha, [Eb] we [Gb] tell them _ [Ab] Roha.
[Bb] Who do you know?
[Db] When the rain's [Gb] at the door, the cracks on the floor, the skies are [Bbm] gray and bleak.
[Db] The rivers run [Gb] and they fill the [Ab] new streets.
[Bbm] But the [Db] people of [Gb] Arkansas, they [Ab] restore, they say [Bbm] peace, oh peace.
[Db] And the most proud get [Gb] wet as if [Ab] to agree, when [Gb] the rain's at the door.
[Eb] The door. _ _
[Gb] _ _ _ _ [Ab] The door. _
[Bb] _ _ _ [Db] When we die, we [Eb] mourn.
When we head, we scorn.
Now we were not born.
I can say [Db] we won.
Our clothes [Bb] have gone.
Like [Eb] a child unborn.
A child _ [Gb] unborn.
It's [Eb] the pride what's holding us to [Gb] the well.
It's this [Eb] fortune that we could [Gb] not foresee.
It's [Ab] the pride that holds.
_ _ [Bb] When it rains, it pours [Gb] like solar storm, [Db] the skies are gray [Bbm] and bleak.
The rivers [Db] run and they [Gb] fill the new [Ab] streets.
_ [Bbm] But the people [Db] of Arkansas, [Gb] they restore, [C] they say peace, [Bbm] oh peace.
And the most [Db] proud get wet [Gb] as if to [Ab] agree, when the rain's at the [C] door.
It's the pride when the rain's [Gb] at the [Db] door.
_ [Bbm] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ [Db] _ _ [Eb] _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ [Db] _ _ [Eb] _ _
[Bb] _ _ Even [Gb] though we know, yeah [Eb] we [Bb] know, our time has [Db] almost come, [Eb] we're all [Bb] we know.
Can there [Gb] be a place [Eb] somewhere [Bb] all alone?
Can there [Gb] be a road [Eb] that takes [Gb] us _ [Eb] home?
We [Gb] tell them Roha, [Eb] we [Gb] tell them [Eb] Roha, we [Gb] tell them [Ab] Roha.
[Bb] Who do you know?
[Db] When the rain's [Gb] at the door, the cracks on the [Db] floor, the skies are [Bbm] gray and bleak.
[Db] The rivers run and [Gb] they fill the [Ab] new streets.
But [Db] the people of [Gb] Arkansas, they [Db] restore, they say [Bbm] peace, oh peace.
[Db] And the most proud get [Gb] wet as if [Ab] to agree, when [Bbm] the rain's at the door.
_ _ _ [Eb] _ _
[Bb] _ The mystery unknown now _ _ _ unfolds, the life that [Gb] we once owned.
[Bb] But God has sold our passengers [Gb] on board, [Eb] with no [Bb] control, to ocean-loaded export,
[Eb] that ship [Gb] sails low.
[Eb] We [Gb] tell them Roha, [Eb] we [Gb] tell them Roha, [Eb] we [Gb] tell them _ [Ab] Roha.
[Bb] Who do you know?
[Db] When the rain's [Gb] at the door, the cracks on the floor, the skies are [Bbm] gray and bleak.
[Db] The rivers run [Gb] and they fill the [Ab] new streets.
[Bbm] But the [Db] people of [Gb] Arkansas, they [Ab] restore, they say [Bbm] peace, oh peace.
[Db] And the most proud get [Gb] wet as if [Ab] to agree, when [Gb] the rain's at the door.
[Eb] The door. _ _
[Gb] _ _ _ _ [Ab] The door. _
[Bb] _ _ _ [Db] When we die, we [Eb] mourn.
When we head, we scorn.
Now we were not born.
I can say [Db] we won.
Our clothes [Bb] have gone.
Like [Eb] a child unborn.
A child _ [Gb] unborn.
It's [Eb] the pride what's holding us to [Gb] the well.
It's this [Eb] fortune that we could [Gb] not foresee.
It's [Ab] the pride that holds.
_ _ [Bb] When it rains, it pours [Gb] like solar storm, [Db] the skies are gray [Bbm] and bleak.
The rivers [Db] run and they [Gb] fill the new [Ab] streets.
_ [Bbm] But the people [Db] of Arkansas, [Gb] they restore, [C] they say peace, [Bbm] oh peace.
And the most [Db] proud get wet [Gb] as if to [Ab] agree, when the rain's at the [C] door.
It's the pride when the rain's [Gb] at the [Db] door.
_ [Bbm] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _