Slainte Mhath (2018 Remix) Chords
Tempo:
71.125 bpm
Chords used:
F
Bb
C
Eb
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E] [D]
[C] [Am] [G]
[D] [C] [Am] [G]
[D] [C] [Am] [G]
[D] [C] [Am] [G]
[F]
[Bb]
[F]
A [Bb] [F] [Bb] hand [F] held over a candle, [Eb] an ounce filled [Bb] [F] bravado,
[Bb] A [F] jarbon trail, scars a moist, stretched pop,
Wrapped in the indecision of another fine menu,
And you sit [Bb] there and ask me to tell you a story so [F] far,
[Eb] This is the [F] story so far,
[Eb]
[F]
Shuffling your memories, dealing your doubles [Bb] in margins,
You scroll out [F] your poems [Bb] across a beer mat or two,
[Fm] And when you declare [Bb] the point of [Fm] great creation,
[Bb]
They [F] turn round and [Bb] ask you to tell them the [F] story so [Ab] far,
[Eb] This is the [F] story so [Dm] far,
[Eb] [F]
[C] And you listen [F] with a [Bb] tear in your eye,
[C] To their hopes and [F] betrayals, and [Bb] your only reply,
[F] Eslange, Navarre,
[Bb] [F] princes in exile raising the [Bb] standard [F] grand bie,
Reading their anecdotes tired from old campaigns,
Holding their [Bb] own last authors commanding [F]
attention,
[Bb] And [Fm] we sit here and listen [Bb] to all of [F] the stories so far,
[Eb] This [F] is the story so far,
[Eb] [F]
[Ab] Take it away,
Take [Bb] it away,
Take [Cm] it away,
[F] [Ab] Take me away,
[Bb] Take me away,
Take me [C] away,
Take me [Bb] [F] [C]
[Bb] [F] [C] away,
From the dreams on the barbed wire [Bb] at Slanders [F] and Belsen Glen,
[C] From the Clydeside that rots in the tears [F] of its broken men,
From [C] the realization [Bb] that all we've been [F] left behind,
[C] Is to stand like the fathers [Bb] before us in the [F] fiery light,
[C]
Waiting [Bb] on the whistles [F] of love,
[C] We stand here waiting [Bb] on [F] the whistles of love,
They [C] promised us miracles,
[Bb] And the [F] whistle still blows,
[C] Broken promises,
[Bb] But the [F] whistle still blows,
[C] Waiting [Bb] on the [F] whistle of love,
We [C] stand here waiting on the whistles of love,
[F]
[C] [Am] [G]
[D] [C] [Am] [G]
[D] [C] [Am] [G]
[D] [C] [Am] [G]
[F]
[Bb]
[F]
A [Bb] [F] [Bb] hand [F] held over a candle, [Eb] an ounce filled [Bb] [F] bravado,
[Bb] A [F] jarbon trail, scars a moist, stretched pop,
Wrapped in the indecision of another fine menu,
And you sit [Bb] there and ask me to tell you a story so [F] far,
[Eb] This is the [F] story so far,
[Eb]
[F]
Shuffling your memories, dealing your doubles [Bb] in margins,
You scroll out [F] your poems [Bb] across a beer mat or two,
[Fm] And when you declare [Bb] the point of [Fm] great creation,
[Bb]
They [F] turn round and [Bb] ask you to tell them the [F] story so [Ab] far,
[Eb] This is the [F] story so [Dm] far,
[Eb] [F]
[C] And you listen [F] with a [Bb] tear in your eye,
[C] To their hopes and [F] betrayals, and [Bb] your only reply,
[F] Eslange, Navarre,
[Bb] [F] princes in exile raising the [Bb] standard [F] grand bie,
Reading their anecdotes tired from old campaigns,
Holding their [Bb] own last authors commanding [F]
attention,
[Bb] And [Fm] we sit here and listen [Bb] to all of [F] the stories so far,
[Eb] This [F] is the story so far,
[Eb] [F]
[Ab] Take it away,
Take [Bb] it away,
Take [Cm] it away,
[F] [Ab] Take me away,
[Bb] Take me away,
Take me [C] away,
Take me [Bb] [F] [C]
[Bb] [F] [C] away,
From the dreams on the barbed wire [Bb] at Slanders [F] and Belsen Glen,
[C] From the Clydeside that rots in the tears [F] of its broken men,
From [C] the realization [Bb] that all we've been [F] left behind,
[C] Is to stand like the fathers [Bb] before us in the [F] fiery light,
[C]
Waiting [Bb] on the whistles [F] of love,
[C] We stand here waiting [Bb] on [F] the whistles of love,
They [C] promised us miracles,
[Bb] And the [F] whistle still blows,
[C] Broken promises,
[Bb] But the [F] whistle still blows,
[C] Waiting [Bb] on the [F] whistle of love,
We [C] stand here waiting on the whistles of love,
[F]
Key:
F
Bb
C
Eb
D
F
Bb
C
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ [C] _ _ _ [Am] _ [G] _ _ _
[D] _ [C] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ [G] _ _
_ [D] _ [C] _ _ _ [Am] _ [G] _ _
_ [D] _ [C] _ _ _ [Am] _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
A [Bb] _ _ [F] [Bb] hand [F] held over a candle, [Eb] an ounce filled [Bb] _ [F] bravado,
[Bb] A [F] jarbon trail, scars a moist, stretched pop,
_ Wrapped in the indecision of another fine menu,
_ And you sit [Bb] there and ask me to tell you a story so [F] far,
[Eb] This is the [F] story so far,
_ [Eb] _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Shuffling your memories, dealing your doubles [Bb] in margins, _
You scroll out [F] your poems [Bb] across a beer mat or two, _
[Fm] And when you declare [Bb] the point of [Fm] great creation,
[Bb]
They [F] turn round and [Bb] ask you to tell them the [F] story so [Ab] far,
[Eb] This is the [F] story so [Dm] far,
[Eb] _ [F] _ _ _
[C] And you listen [F] with a [Bb] tear in your eye,
[C] To their hopes and [F] betrayals, and [Bb] your only reply,
_ [F] Eslange, Navarre, _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ [F] _ princes in exile raising the [Bb] standard [F] grand bie,
_ _ Reading their anecdotes tired from old campaigns,
_ _ Holding their [Bb] own last authors commanding [F]
attention,
[Bb] And [Fm] we sit here and listen [Bb] to all of [F] the stories so far,
[Eb] This [F] is the story so far,
[Eb] _ _ [F] _
_ [Ab] Take it away,
_ Take [Bb] it away,
Take [Cm] it away,
[F] _ [Ab] Take me away,
_ [Bb] Take me away,
Take me [C] away,
Take me _ [Bb] _ [F] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ [Bb] _ [F] _ _ _ [C] away,
From the dreams on the barbed wire [Bb] at Slanders [F] and Belsen Glen,
[C] From the Clydeside that rots in the tears [F] of its broken men,
From [C] the realization [Bb] that all we've been [F] left behind,
_ [C] Is to stand like the fathers [Bb] before us in the [F] fiery light,
_ [C] _
Waiting [Bb] on the whistles [F] of love,
[C] We stand here waiting [Bb] on [F] the whistles of love,
They [C] promised us miracles,
[Bb] And the [F] whistle still blows,
[C] Broken promises,
[Bb] But the [F] whistle still blows,
_ [C] Waiting [Bb] on the [F] whistle of love,
We [C] stand here waiting on the whistles of love, _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ [Am] _ [G] _ _ _
[D] _ [C] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ [G] _ _
_ [D] _ [C] _ _ _ [Am] _ [G] _ _
_ [D] _ [C] _ _ _ [Am] _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
A [Bb] _ _ [F] [Bb] hand [F] held over a candle, [Eb] an ounce filled [Bb] _ [F] bravado,
[Bb] A [F] jarbon trail, scars a moist, stretched pop,
_ Wrapped in the indecision of another fine menu,
_ And you sit [Bb] there and ask me to tell you a story so [F] far,
[Eb] This is the [F] story so far,
_ [Eb] _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Shuffling your memories, dealing your doubles [Bb] in margins, _
You scroll out [F] your poems [Bb] across a beer mat or two, _
[Fm] And when you declare [Bb] the point of [Fm] great creation,
[Bb]
They [F] turn round and [Bb] ask you to tell them the [F] story so [Ab] far,
[Eb] This is the [F] story so [Dm] far,
[Eb] _ [F] _ _ _
[C] And you listen [F] with a [Bb] tear in your eye,
[C] To their hopes and [F] betrayals, and [Bb] your only reply,
_ [F] Eslange, Navarre, _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ [F] _ princes in exile raising the [Bb] standard [F] grand bie,
_ _ Reading their anecdotes tired from old campaigns,
_ _ Holding their [Bb] own last authors commanding [F]
attention,
[Bb] And [Fm] we sit here and listen [Bb] to all of [F] the stories so far,
[Eb] This [F] is the story so far,
[Eb] _ _ [F] _
_ [Ab] Take it away,
_ Take [Bb] it away,
Take [Cm] it away,
[F] _ [Ab] Take me away,
_ [Bb] Take me away,
Take me [C] away,
Take me _ [Bb] _ [F] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ [Bb] _ [F] _ _ _ [C] away,
From the dreams on the barbed wire [Bb] at Slanders [F] and Belsen Glen,
[C] From the Clydeside that rots in the tears [F] of its broken men,
From [C] the realization [Bb] that all we've been [F] left behind,
_ [C] Is to stand like the fathers [Bb] before us in the [F] fiery light,
_ [C] _
Waiting [Bb] on the whistles [F] of love,
[C] We stand here waiting [Bb] on [F] the whistles of love,
They [C] promised us miracles,
[Bb] And the [F] whistle still blows,
[C] Broken promises,
[Bb] But the [F] whistle still blows,
_ [C] Waiting [Bb] on the [F] whistle of love,
We [C] stand here waiting on the whistles of love, _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _