Ballad Of Chords by Tindersticks
Tempo:
80.1 bpm
Chords used:
Bm
Em
F#m
A
C#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Bm] The first time we flew in, [F#m] it was tube and crap.
[Bm] The vodka running out half way across the other end.
Even the stewards [F#m] screaming, join the load.
[Bm] We didn't think we were going to make it.
Now we're stretched out in wide furry [F#m] seats, flicking through [Bm] menus.
We're walked to the bar with as much screw top champagne as we can drink.
[F#m]
And we're [Bm] so easy.
[Em] We're taking turns having our passports, [Bm] sitting in front of [Em] smoke windows.
Dickhenders are cheap whiskey in our hands.
We're [Bm] driving to Menher, on a [Em] date with a star.
[Bm] He's just talent.
[F#m] And that's what people pay the money [Bm] to see.
Who we two are.
Five hours now it's been going [D] up.
And you'll still be watching [Bm] all.
Can you really believe all this?
Can you really lie in bed [A] at night and marvel to the [Bm] ungenius?
When do you lose the ability to step back and get a sense of your own [F#m] ridiculousness?
We're only [Em] songs.
Midnight, [Bm] it's all over.
[G] [Em] Now we can really make a lot.
We're standing on our head drinking [Bm] sours of crystal slack.
[Em] Now we're unable to step back [Bm] or fall.
We swallow and [F#m] swallow, taste things again, it's [Bm] not so unpleasant.
Perhaps it's an acquired taste.
The first [F#m] time it makes you sick.
And [Bm] little by little it becomes delicious.
Shub is beagle.
Always [F#m] there to be interested in what you [Bm] have to say.
We are artists.
We are sensitive and important.
[C#] We nod our heads to anything.
[Bm]
Already halfway down the [Em] champagne lane.
On our way to leaving the place [Bm] dry.
[Em] Two thousand dollar barber.
Shub is big circle tap.
We're on our way [Bm] laughing.
Laughing what?
[Em] [Bm]
Less angriest.
Eight days in.
[C#] And our sense of irony [Bm] is wearing Gucci fit.
Ah, the friend we've made.
It's two [B] eight.
It's closing time [Bm] in the Dresden.
Martini play one night's sleepy strange in the night.
[E] And the last of the martinis dribble [Bm] down in the tubes.
I'm sitting chasing the conversation around the table.
[A] Jesus, how long have I been in this [Em] state?
The limousine still [Bm] waiting outside.
Anything [Em] you want to do.
[F#m] [Em] Anywhere you want to go.
We're on our way to the airport.
[Bm]
On a plane to [Em] Vegas.
[Bm] Some slimy bed [F#m] shake.
Dreaming of pushing [Bm] my daughter around the supermarket.
The joy of seeing all those colors and shapes [F#m] reflect in our wide eyes.
[Bm]
My head leaning on the window.
And we're driving through the [F#m] empty LA streets.
[Bm] And everything seems silent and beautiful.
Guys face the floor.
[A] Leaves revolve as glistening [Bm] streetlight.
[Em]
Onto Melrose and merging through a sea of Halloween [Bm] transvestite.
The [Em] flag's canceled, but [Bm] it doesn't matter.
[Em] We turn this corner into a wing [D] that takes us wherever.
[Em] Up to Cincinnati.
[C#] [Bm] The creeper drives the shuttle.
[F#m] The sweet blue she [Bm] died in.
Or the one Morrison hung out the window.
Oh, I'll go for June.
[A] I made fancy [B] a little window hang for myself tonight, [Bm] man.
Straight over to the minibar.
[C#] Open the champagne.
[Bm] One sip and it's left to wake up to.
Anyone hungry?
The [F#m] team uniform waiting to play out in the lab with a [Em] table full of his drink.
[Bm] Oh, the iron.
How we used to live.
[Bm] [Em]
[Bm] Back in London, a cold Friday night.
[D] Do you want another [Bm] drink?
Well, I could try.
Perhaps we could make it to the Atlantic.
[F#m] 600 yards, [Bm] 20 minutes late.
They're pushing through the waiting crowd.
All fish eyes.
[A] An [Bm] exclusive door policy.
Exclusively for ourselves.
Don't you know?
[F#m]
A [Bm] nod of the head when we're inside.
[Em] We're falling down the red velvet stair.
[Bm] Limbs flaying.
[Em] Hands searching for something to steady.
Pick ourselves up.
There's [Bm] nothing broke.
[Em] Just aches in the morning.
[Bm] No one seems to notice.
[F#m] Find a table.
Put the [Bm] champagne around. We're drunk.
We've been so drunk, we sit and look at it.
You try and [F#m] talk.
First time [Bm] alone.
[B] Drunk with confession.
[Bm] It should have made you feel asleep.
[A] [Bm] We use the rent money to pay the bill.
Bumping shelves, we stumble out to serve.
Slipping over the sleeping bags.
Shouting, texting.
[Em] [Bm] [Em]
[Bm] [Em]
[Bm] [F#m]
[Bm]
[F#m] [Bm]
[F#m] [Bm]
[A]
[Em]
[Bm]
[A] [Bm]
[E]
[Bm] The vodka running out half way across the other end.
Even the stewards [F#m] screaming, join the load.
[Bm] We didn't think we were going to make it.
Now we're stretched out in wide furry [F#m] seats, flicking through [Bm] menus.
We're walked to the bar with as much screw top champagne as we can drink.
[F#m]
And we're [Bm] so easy.
[Em] We're taking turns having our passports, [Bm] sitting in front of [Em] smoke windows.
Dickhenders are cheap whiskey in our hands.
We're [Bm] driving to Menher, on a [Em] date with a star.
[Bm] He's just talent.
[F#m] And that's what people pay the money [Bm] to see.
Who we two are.
Five hours now it's been going [D] up.
And you'll still be watching [Bm] all.
Can you really believe all this?
Can you really lie in bed [A] at night and marvel to the [Bm] ungenius?
When do you lose the ability to step back and get a sense of your own [F#m] ridiculousness?
We're only [Em] songs.
Midnight, [Bm] it's all over.
[G] [Em] Now we can really make a lot.
We're standing on our head drinking [Bm] sours of crystal slack.
[Em] Now we're unable to step back [Bm] or fall.
We swallow and [F#m] swallow, taste things again, it's [Bm] not so unpleasant.
Perhaps it's an acquired taste.
The first [F#m] time it makes you sick.
And [Bm] little by little it becomes delicious.
Shub is beagle.
Always [F#m] there to be interested in what you [Bm] have to say.
We are artists.
We are sensitive and important.
[C#] We nod our heads to anything.
[Bm]
Already halfway down the [Em] champagne lane.
On our way to leaving the place [Bm] dry.
[Em] Two thousand dollar barber.
Shub is big circle tap.
We're on our way [Bm] laughing.
Laughing what?
[Em] [Bm]
Less angriest.
Eight days in.
[C#] And our sense of irony [Bm] is wearing Gucci fit.
Ah, the friend we've made.
It's two [B] eight.
It's closing time [Bm] in the Dresden.
Martini play one night's sleepy strange in the night.
[E] And the last of the martinis dribble [Bm] down in the tubes.
I'm sitting chasing the conversation around the table.
[A] Jesus, how long have I been in this [Em] state?
The limousine still [Bm] waiting outside.
Anything [Em] you want to do.
[F#m] [Em] Anywhere you want to go.
We're on our way to the airport.
[Bm]
On a plane to [Em] Vegas.
[Bm] Some slimy bed [F#m] shake.
Dreaming of pushing [Bm] my daughter around the supermarket.
The joy of seeing all those colors and shapes [F#m] reflect in our wide eyes.
[Bm]
My head leaning on the window.
And we're driving through the [F#m] empty LA streets.
[Bm] And everything seems silent and beautiful.
Guys face the floor.
[A] Leaves revolve as glistening [Bm] streetlight.
[Em]
Onto Melrose and merging through a sea of Halloween [Bm] transvestite.
The [Em] flag's canceled, but [Bm] it doesn't matter.
[Em] We turn this corner into a wing [D] that takes us wherever.
[Em] Up to Cincinnati.
[C#] [Bm] The creeper drives the shuttle.
[F#m] The sweet blue she [Bm] died in.
Or the one Morrison hung out the window.
Oh, I'll go for June.
[A] I made fancy [B] a little window hang for myself tonight, [Bm] man.
Straight over to the minibar.
[C#] Open the champagne.
[Bm] One sip and it's left to wake up to.
Anyone hungry?
The [F#m] team uniform waiting to play out in the lab with a [Em] table full of his drink.
[Bm] Oh, the iron.
How we used to live.
[Bm] [Em]
[Bm] Back in London, a cold Friday night.
[D] Do you want another [Bm] drink?
Well, I could try.
Perhaps we could make it to the Atlantic.
[F#m] 600 yards, [Bm] 20 minutes late.
They're pushing through the waiting crowd.
All fish eyes.
[A] An [Bm] exclusive door policy.
Exclusively for ourselves.
Don't you know?
[F#m]
A [Bm] nod of the head when we're inside.
[Em] We're falling down the red velvet stair.
[Bm] Limbs flaying.
[Em] Hands searching for something to steady.
Pick ourselves up.
There's [Bm] nothing broke.
[Em] Just aches in the morning.
[Bm] No one seems to notice.
[F#m] Find a table.
Put the [Bm] champagne around. We're drunk.
We've been so drunk, we sit and look at it.
You try and [F#m] talk.
First time [Bm] alone.
[B] Drunk with confession.
[Bm] It should have made you feel asleep.
[A] [Bm] We use the rent money to pay the bill.
Bumping shelves, we stumble out to serve.
Slipping over the sleeping bags.
Shouting, texting.
[Em] [Bm] [Em]
[Bm] [Em]
[Bm] [F#m]
[Bm]
[F#m] [Bm]
[F#m] [Bm]
[A]
[Em]
[Bm]
[A] [Bm]
[E]
Key:
Bm
Em
F#m
A
C#
Bm
Em
F#m
_ [Bm] _ _ The first time we flew in, [F#m] it was tube and crap.
[Bm] The vodka running out half way across the other end. _
Even the stewards [F#m] screaming, join the load.
[Bm] We didn't think we were going to make it. _
Now we're stretched out in wide furry [F#m] seats, flicking through [Bm] menus.
We're walked to the bar with as much screw top champagne as we can drink.
[F#m]
And we're [Bm] so easy.
_ _ [Em] We're taking turns having our passports, [Bm] sitting in front of [Em] smoke windows.
Dickhenders are cheap whiskey in our hands.
We're [Bm] driving to Menher, on a [Em] date with a star.
[Bm] _ _ He's just talent.
[F#m] And that's what people pay the money [Bm] to see.
Who we two are.
Five hours now it's been going [D] up.
And you'll still be watching [Bm] all.
Can you really believe all this?
Can you really lie in bed [A] at night and marvel to the [Bm] ungenius?
When do you lose the ability to step back and get a sense of your own [F#m] ridiculousness?
We're only [Em] songs.
_ Midnight, [Bm] it's all over.
[G] [Em] Now we can really make a lot.
We're standing on our head drinking [Bm] sours of crystal slack.
[Em] Now we're unable to step back [Bm] or fall.
We swallow and [F#m] swallow, taste things again, it's [Bm] not so unpleasant.
Perhaps it's an acquired taste.
The first [F#m] time it makes you sick.
And [Bm] little by little it becomes delicious.
_ Shub is beagle.
Always [F#m] there to be interested in what you [Bm] have to say.
We are artists.
We are sensitive and important.
[C#] We nod our heads to anything.
_ [Bm]
Already halfway down the [Em] champagne lane.
On our way to leaving the place [Bm] dry. _
[Em] Two thousand dollar barber.
Shub is big circle tap.
We're on our way [Bm] laughing.
Laughing what?
[Em] _ _ _ [Bm] _
Less angriest.
Eight days in.
[C#] And our sense of irony [Bm] is wearing Gucci fit.
Ah, the friend we've made.
It's two [B] eight.
It's closing time [Bm] in the Dresden.
Martini play one night's sleepy strange in the night.
[E] And the last of the martinis dribble [Bm] down in the tubes. _
I'm sitting chasing the conversation around the table.
[A] Jesus, how long have I been in this [Em] state?
The limousine still [Bm] waiting outside.
Anything [Em] you want to do.
[F#m] [Em] Anywhere you want to go.
We're on our way to the airport.
[Bm]
On a plane to [Em] Vegas.
_ _ [Bm] _ _ Some slimy bed [F#m] shake.
Dreaming of pushing [Bm] my daughter around the supermarket. _
The joy of seeing all those colors and shapes [F#m] reflect in our wide eyes.
_ [Bm] _
_ My head leaning on the window.
And we're driving through the [F#m] empty LA streets.
[Bm] And everything seems silent and beautiful.
Guys face the floor.
[A] Leaves revolve as glistening [Bm] streetlight.
_ _ [Em]
Onto Melrose and merging through a sea of Halloween [Bm] transvestite.
The [Em] flag's canceled, but [Bm] it doesn't matter.
[Em] We turn this corner into a wing [D] that takes us wherever.
_ [Em] Up to Cincinnati.
[C#] [Bm] The creeper drives the shuttle.
_ [F#m] The sweet blue she [Bm] died in.
Or the one Morrison hung out the window.
Oh, I'll go for June.
[A] I made fancy [B] a little window hang for myself tonight, [Bm] man.
Straight over to the minibar.
[C#] Open the champagne.
[Bm] One sip and it's left to wake up to.
_ Anyone hungry?
The [F#m] team uniform waiting to play out in the lab with a [Em] table full of his drink. _
[Bm] Oh, the iron.
How we used to live. _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ [Em] _
_ [Bm] _ Back in London, a cold Friday night.
[D] Do you want another [Bm] drink?
Well, I could try.
_ Perhaps we could make it to the Atlantic.
[F#m] 600 yards, [Bm] 20 minutes late.
They're pushing through the waiting crowd.
All fish eyes.
[A] An [Bm] exclusive door policy.
_ Exclusively for ourselves.
Don't you know?
_ [F#m] _
A [Bm] nod of the head when we're inside.
[Em] We're falling down the red velvet stair.
_ [Bm] Limbs flaying.
[Em] Hands searching for something to steady. _
Pick ourselves up.
There's [Bm] nothing broke.
[Em] Just aches in the morning.
_ [Bm] No one seems to notice.
_ [F#m] Find a table.
Put the [Bm] champagne around. We're drunk.
We've been so drunk, we sit and look at it.
You try and [F#m] talk.
First time [Bm] alone.
[B] Drunk with confession.
[Bm] It should have made you feel asleep.
[A] _ _ [Bm] We use the rent money to pay the bill.
Bumping shelves, we stumble out to serve.
Slipping over the sleeping bags.
Shouting, texting.
[Em] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [Em] _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#m] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[Bm] The vodka running out half way across the other end. _
Even the stewards [F#m] screaming, join the load.
[Bm] We didn't think we were going to make it. _
Now we're stretched out in wide furry [F#m] seats, flicking through [Bm] menus.
We're walked to the bar with as much screw top champagne as we can drink.
[F#m]
And we're [Bm] so easy.
_ _ [Em] We're taking turns having our passports, [Bm] sitting in front of [Em] smoke windows.
Dickhenders are cheap whiskey in our hands.
We're [Bm] driving to Menher, on a [Em] date with a star.
[Bm] _ _ He's just talent.
[F#m] And that's what people pay the money [Bm] to see.
Who we two are.
Five hours now it's been going [D] up.
And you'll still be watching [Bm] all.
Can you really believe all this?
Can you really lie in bed [A] at night and marvel to the [Bm] ungenius?
When do you lose the ability to step back and get a sense of your own [F#m] ridiculousness?
We're only [Em] songs.
_ Midnight, [Bm] it's all over.
[G] [Em] Now we can really make a lot.
We're standing on our head drinking [Bm] sours of crystal slack.
[Em] Now we're unable to step back [Bm] or fall.
We swallow and [F#m] swallow, taste things again, it's [Bm] not so unpleasant.
Perhaps it's an acquired taste.
The first [F#m] time it makes you sick.
And [Bm] little by little it becomes delicious.
_ Shub is beagle.
Always [F#m] there to be interested in what you [Bm] have to say.
We are artists.
We are sensitive and important.
[C#] We nod our heads to anything.
_ [Bm]
Already halfway down the [Em] champagne lane.
On our way to leaving the place [Bm] dry. _
[Em] Two thousand dollar barber.
Shub is big circle tap.
We're on our way [Bm] laughing.
Laughing what?
[Em] _ _ _ [Bm] _
Less angriest.
Eight days in.
[C#] And our sense of irony [Bm] is wearing Gucci fit.
Ah, the friend we've made.
It's two [B] eight.
It's closing time [Bm] in the Dresden.
Martini play one night's sleepy strange in the night.
[E] And the last of the martinis dribble [Bm] down in the tubes. _
I'm sitting chasing the conversation around the table.
[A] Jesus, how long have I been in this [Em] state?
The limousine still [Bm] waiting outside.
Anything [Em] you want to do.
[F#m] [Em] Anywhere you want to go.
We're on our way to the airport.
[Bm]
On a plane to [Em] Vegas.
_ _ [Bm] _ _ Some slimy bed [F#m] shake.
Dreaming of pushing [Bm] my daughter around the supermarket. _
The joy of seeing all those colors and shapes [F#m] reflect in our wide eyes.
_ [Bm] _
_ My head leaning on the window.
And we're driving through the [F#m] empty LA streets.
[Bm] And everything seems silent and beautiful.
Guys face the floor.
[A] Leaves revolve as glistening [Bm] streetlight.
_ _ [Em]
Onto Melrose and merging through a sea of Halloween [Bm] transvestite.
The [Em] flag's canceled, but [Bm] it doesn't matter.
[Em] We turn this corner into a wing [D] that takes us wherever.
_ [Em] Up to Cincinnati.
[C#] [Bm] The creeper drives the shuttle.
_ [F#m] The sweet blue she [Bm] died in.
Or the one Morrison hung out the window.
Oh, I'll go for June.
[A] I made fancy [B] a little window hang for myself tonight, [Bm] man.
Straight over to the minibar.
[C#] Open the champagne.
[Bm] One sip and it's left to wake up to.
_ Anyone hungry?
The [F#m] team uniform waiting to play out in the lab with a [Em] table full of his drink. _
[Bm] Oh, the iron.
How we used to live. _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ [Em] _
_ [Bm] _ Back in London, a cold Friday night.
[D] Do you want another [Bm] drink?
Well, I could try.
_ Perhaps we could make it to the Atlantic.
[F#m] 600 yards, [Bm] 20 minutes late.
They're pushing through the waiting crowd.
All fish eyes.
[A] An [Bm] exclusive door policy.
_ Exclusively for ourselves.
Don't you know?
_ [F#m] _
A [Bm] nod of the head when we're inside.
[Em] We're falling down the red velvet stair.
_ [Bm] Limbs flaying.
[Em] Hands searching for something to steady. _
Pick ourselves up.
There's [Bm] nothing broke.
[Em] Just aches in the morning.
_ [Bm] No one seems to notice.
_ [F#m] Find a table.
Put the [Bm] champagne around. We're drunk.
We've been so drunk, we sit and look at it.
You try and [F#m] talk.
First time [Bm] alone.
[B] Drunk with confession.
[Bm] It should have made you feel asleep.
[A] _ _ [Bm] We use the rent money to pay the bill.
Bumping shelves, we stumble out to serve.
Slipping over the sleeping bags.
Shouting, texting.
[Em] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [Em] _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#m] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _