Chords for The Velvet Underground - The Black Angel's Death Song (Lyrics)
Tempo:
114.85 bpm
Chords used:
C
D
F
Dm
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C] [Bb]
[D]
[C] The myriad choice of his [Dm] fate set themselves out upon [C] a play for [G] him to choose.
[C] What had he to lose?
Not a ghost-bloody country all covered with sleep where the black angel did weep.
Not an old city street in [G] the east.
[C] Gone to choose.
And [F] Warrington's brother walked on [C] through the night with his hair in his face,
flying along swiftly cut from [D] the knife.
[C] A GG.
The rally [Dm] man's patter ran on [C] through the dawn until we said so long to his [D] skull.
[C] Shrill yell.
Shining brightly red-rimmed and red-lined with the time,
[F] [C] effused with the choice of the mine on ice,
[D] skatescraping chunks from [C] the bills.
[F]
[D] [F] [C]
Cut mouth, bleeding [F] razors, forgetting the pain.
Intercepted [C] remains, [G] cuckooed by.
So [C] you fly to [F] the cozy brown snow of [D] the east.
[C] Gone to choose.
Choose again.
Sacrificial remains make it hard to forget where you come from.
The stools of your eyes serve to [D] realize pain.
[C] Choose again.
And Roban is refrained of the sacrilege recluse for the loss of a horse
with the boughs and the tail [D] of a rat.
[C] Come again.
Choose to go.
And if Epiphany's terror reduced you to shame,
have your head bought and weaved.
Choose [D] a side to [C] be on.
And if the stone gland solves,
put didactics into the color of mouse trails,
or screen try between.
If [D] you choose.
[C] If you choose, try to lose.
For the loss of remain.
[F] Come and start.
[C] Start digging.
I chee-chee.
Chee [Dm]-chee, I.
Chee [C]-chee, chee.
[F] Carta-co.
Choose [C] to choose.
[F] Choose to choose.
[C] Choose to go.
[N]
[D]
[C] The myriad choice of his [Dm] fate set themselves out upon [C] a play for [G] him to choose.
[C] What had he to lose?
Not a ghost-bloody country all covered with sleep where the black angel did weep.
Not an old city street in [G] the east.
[C] Gone to choose.
And [F] Warrington's brother walked on [C] through the night with his hair in his face,
flying along swiftly cut from [D] the knife.
[C] A GG.
The rally [Dm] man's patter ran on [C] through the dawn until we said so long to his [D] skull.
[C] Shrill yell.
Shining brightly red-rimmed and red-lined with the time,
[F] [C] effused with the choice of the mine on ice,
[D] skatescraping chunks from [C] the bills.
[F]
[D] [F] [C]
Cut mouth, bleeding [F] razors, forgetting the pain.
Intercepted [C] remains, [G] cuckooed by.
So [C] you fly to [F] the cozy brown snow of [D] the east.
[C] Gone to choose.
Choose again.
Sacrificial remains make it hard to forget where you come from.
The stools of your eyes serve to [D] realize pain.
[C] Choose again.
And Roban is refrained of the sacrilege recluse for the loss of a horse
with the boughs and the tail [D] of a rat.
[C] Come again.
Choose to go.
And if Epiphany's terror reduced you to shame,
have your head bought and weaved.
Choose [D] a side to [C] be on.
And if the stone gland solves,
put didactics into the color of mouse trails,
or screen try between.
If [D] you choose.
[C] If you choose, try to lose.
For the loss of remain.
[F] Come and start.
[C] Start digging.
I chee-chee.
Chee [Dm]-chee, I.
Chee [C]-chee, chee.
[F] Carta-co.
Choose [C] to choose.
[F] Choose to choose.
[C] Choose to go.
[N]
Key:
C
D
F
Dm
G
C
D
F
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ The myriad choice of his [Dm] fate set themselves out upon [C] a play for [G] him to choose. _ _
[C] What had he to lose?
_ _ _ Not a ghost-bloody country all covered with sleep where the black angel did weep.
Not an old city street in [G] the east.
_ _ _ [C] Gone to choose.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
And [F] Warrington's brother walked on [C] through the night with his hair in his face,
flying along swiftly cut from [D] the knife. _ _
[C] A GG. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ The rally [Dm] man's patter ran on [C] through the dawn until we said so long to his [D] skull. _ _
_ [C] Shrill yell.
_ _ Shining brightly red-rimmed and red-lined with the time,
[F] [C] effused with the choice of the mine on ice,
[D] skatescraping chunks _ from [C] the bills. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Cut mouth, bleeding [F] razors, forgetting the pain.
Intercepted [C] remains, [G] cuckooed by.
_ _ So [C] you fly to [F] the cozy brown snow of [D] the east. _
_ _ [C] Gone to choose.
Choose again.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Sacrificial remains make it hard to forget where you come from.
The stools of your eyes serve to [D] realize pain. _ _ _
[C] Choose again.
_ _ And Roban is refrained of the sacrilege recluse for the loss of a horse
with the boughs and the tail [D] of a rat.
_ _ _ [C] Come again.
Choose to go. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ And if Epiphany's terror reduced you to shame,
have your head bought and weaved.
Choose [D] a side to [C] be on.
_ _ And if the stone gland solves,
put didactics into the color of mouse trails,
or screen try between.
If [D] you choose.
_ _ [C] If you choose, try to lose.
For the loss of remain.
[F] Come and start.
[C] Start digging.
I chee-chee.
Chee [Dm]-chee, I.
Chee [C]-chee, chee.
[F] Carta-co.
Choose [C] to choose.
[F] Choose to choose.
[C] Choose to go.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ The myriad choice of his [Dm] fate set themselves out upon [C] a play for [G] him to choose. _ _
[C] What had he to lose?
_ _ _ Not a ghost-bloody country all covered with sleep where the black angel did weep.
Not an old city street in [G] the east.
_ _ _ [C] Gone to choose.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
And [F] Warrington's brother walked on [C] through the night with his hair in his face,
flying along swiftly cut from [D] the knife. _ _
[C] A GG. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ The rally [Dm] man's patter ran on [C] through the dawn until we said so long to his [D] skull. _ _
_ [C] Shrill yell.
_ _ Shining brightly red-rimmed and red-lined with the time,
[F] [C] effused with the choice of the mine on ice,
[D] skatescraping chunks _ from [C] the bills. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Cut mouth, bleeding [F] razors, forgetting the pain.
Intercepted [C] remains, [G] cuckooed by.
_ _ So [C] you fly to [F] the cozy brown snow of [D] the east. _
_ _ [C] Gone to choose.
Choose again.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Sacrificial remains make it hard to forget where you come from.
The stools of your eyes serve to [D] realize pain. _ _ _
[C] Choose again.
_ _ And Roban is refrained of the sacrilege recluse for the loss of a horse
with the boughs and the tail [D] of a rat.
_ _ _ [C] Come again.
Choose to go. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ And if Epiphany's terror reduced you to shame,
have your head bought and weaved.
Choose [D] a side to [C] be on.
_ _ And if the stone gland solves,
put didactics into the color of mouse trails,
or screen try between.
If [D] you choose.
_ _ [C] If you choose, try to lose.
For the loss of remain.
[F] Come and start.
[C] Start digging.
I chee-chee.
Chee [Dm]-chee, I.
Chee [C]-chee, chee.
[F] Carta-co.
Choose [C] to choose.
[F] Choose to choose.
[C] Choose to go.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _