Chords for Shaman's Harvest - Strike the Slate
Tempo:
128.05 bpm
Chords used:
E
C#m
F#m
B
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[N] [C#m]
Stack the slate [E] and measure [C#m] out the damage done.
You tie [B] the needle [E] [B] right through the bone.
And [E] I am lost to my last only [F#m] son.
[E] And I've sung [C#m] my final [E] song in [B] this house [E] of failing [C#m] grace.
And I've singed for the patient mother, [Bm] naive and shabby [F#m] ragged lovers.
[C#m] Sing to [E] get out of this [F#m] place.
And [C#m] I'm drawn to the sound [E] of [Bm] silence,
[E] Ragnarok and the [F#m]
illusory.
[C#m] Drawn to [E] this cold empty [F#m] space,
Filling [E] the white [C#m] noise.
And I'll be your prophet, you'll be coming ships.
And followed by a [F#m] hurricane's most reached from beside their lips.
You know [E] my dreams they have [B] fared up higher for so [C#m] long.
[E] This is my final song,
[F#m] The sun by me, sun by [C#] sirens.
[C#m] [E]
[F#m]
And [C#m] I've singed for the patient mother, [F#m] naive and shallow ragged [C#m] lovers.
Sing to get out [E] of this [F#m] place.
And [C#m] I'm drawn to the sound of [F#m] silence,
The ragged whip and bill of [C#m] sirens.
Drawn to this [E] cold empty [F#m] space.
And [C#m] I'll sing for the patient mother, [F#m] naive and shallow ragged [C#] lovers.
Sing to [E] get out of this [F#] place.
[C#m] And I'm drawn to the sound of [F#] silence,
The ragged whip and bill of [C#m] sirens.
Drawn to this [E] cold empty [F#m] space,
Filling with white noise.
Stack the slate [E] and measure [C#m] out the damage done.
You tie [B] the needle [E] [B] right through the bone.
And [E] I am lost to my last only [F#m] son.
[E] And I've sung [C#m] my final [E] song in [B] this house [E] of failing [C#m] grace.
And I've singed for the patient mother, [Bm] naive and shabby [F#m] ragged lovers.
[C#m] Sing to [E] get out of this [F#m] place.
And [C#m] I'm drawn to the sound [E] of [Bm] silence,
[E] Ragnarok and the [F#m]
illusory.
[C#m] Drawn to [E] this cold empty [F#m] space,
Filling [E] the white [C#m] noise.
And I'll be your prophet, you'll be coming ships.
And followed by a [F#m] hurricane's most reached from beside their lips.
You know [E] my dreams they have [B] fared up higher for so [C#m] long.
[E] This is my final song,
[F#m] The sun by me, sun by [C#] sirens.
[C#m] [E]
[F#m]
And [C#m] I've singed for the patient mother, [F#m] naive and shallow ragged [C#m] lovers.
Sing to get out [E] of this [F#m] place.
And [C#m] I'm drawn to the sound of [F#m] silence,
The ragged whip and bill of [C#m] sirens.
Drawn to this [E] cold empty [F#m] space.
And [C#m] I'll sing for the patient mother, [F#m] naive and shallow ragged [C#] lovers.
Sing to [E] get out of this [F#] place.
[C#m] And I'm drawn to the sound of [F#] silence,
The ragged whip and bill of [C#m] sirens.
Drawn to this [E] cold empty [F#m] space,
Filling with white noise.
Key:
E
C#m
F#m
B
Bm
E
C#m
F#m
[N] _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _ _
Stack _ _ _ _ _ _ the slate [E] and measure [C#m] out the damage done.
_ _ _ You tie [B] the needle _ [E] _ _ [B] right through the bone.
_ _ _ And [E] I am lost to my last only [F#m] son.
_ _ _ [E] And I've sung [C#m] my final [E] song in [B] this house [E] of _ failing [C#m] _ _ grace. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
And I've singed for the patient mother, _ [Bm] naive and shabby [F#m] ragged lovers.
[C#m] _ Sing to [E] get out of this [F#m] place. _ _ _ _ _
And [C#m] I'm drawn to the sound [E] of [Bm] silence,
_ _ [E] Ragnarok and the [F#m]
illusory.
[C#m] _ Drawn to [E] this cold empty _ [F#m] space,
_ _ Filling [E] the white [C#m] noise. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ And I'll be your prophet, _ you'll be coming ships.
_ _ _ _ And followed by a [F#m] _ hurricane's most reached from beside their lips.
_ _ _ You know [E] my dreams they have [B] fared up higher for so [C#m] long. _ _
_ [E] This is my final _ song,
[F#m] The sun by _ me, sun by [C#] sirens. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _
And [C#m] I've singed for the patient mother, [F#m] _ naive and shallow ragged [C#m] lovers.
Sing to get out [E] of this [F#m] place. _ _ _ _ _
And [C#m] I'm drawn to the sound of [F#m] silence,
The ragged whip and bill of [C#m] sirens.
Drawn to this [E] cold empty [F#m] space.
_ _ _ _ And [C#m] I'll sing for the patient mother, [F#m] _ naive and shallow ragged [C#] lovers.
Sing to [E] get out of this [F#] _ place. _ _ _ _
_ [C#m] _ And I'm drawn to the sound of [F#] silence,
The ragged whip and bill of [C#m] sirens.
Drawn to this [E] cold empty [F#m] _ space,
_ _ Filling with white noise. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Stack _ _ _ _ _ _ the slate [E] and measure [C#m] out the damage done.
_ _ _ You tie [B] the needle _ [E] _ _ [B] right through the bone.
_ _ _ And [E] I am lost to my last only [F#m] son.
_ _ _ [E] And I've sung [C#m] my final [E] song in [B] this house [E] of _ failing [C#m] _ _ grace. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
And I've singed for the patient mother, _ [Bm] naive and shabby [F#m] ragged lovers.
[C#m] _ Sing to [E] get out of this [F#m] place. _ _ _ _ _
And [C#m] I'm drawn to the sound [E] of [Bm] silence,
_ _ [E] Ragnarok and the [F#m]
illusory.
[C#m] _ Drawn to [E] this cold empty _ [F#m] space,
_ _ Filling [E] the white [C#m] noise. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ And I'll be your prophet, _ you'll be coming ships.
_ _ _ _ And followed by a [F#m] _ hurricane's most reached from beside their lips.
_ _ _ You know [E] my dreams they have [B] fared up higher for so [C#m] long. _ _
_ [E] This is my final _ song,
[F#m] The sun by _ me, sun by [C#] sirens. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _
And [C#m] I've singed for the patient mother, [F#m] _ naive and shallow ragged [C#m] lovers.
Sing to get out [E] of this [F#m] place. _ _ _ _ _
And [C#m] I'm drawn to the sound of [F#m] silence,
The ragged whip and bill of [C#m] sirens.
Drawn to this [E] cold empty [F#m] space.
_ _ _ _ And [C#m] I'll sing for the patient mother, [F#m] _ naive and shallow ragged [C#] lovers.
Sing to [E] get out of this [F#] _ place. _ _ _ _
_ [C#m] _ And I'm drawn to the sound of [F#] silence,
The ragged whip and bill of [C#m] sirens.
Drawn to this [E] cold empty [F#m] _ space,
_ _ Filling with white noise. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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