Chords for A Speculative Fiction
Tempo:
180.4 bpm
Chords used:
E
D
C
Em
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D]
[F#] [C]
[Em] [D]
[Dm] [C] [E]
[A]
[G] [F#]
[E]
[G]
[E]
[C]
[E]
[Bm] [D] A new [C] iron curtain drawn across the 49th parable hill.
[E]
An optimal man in times as we excel.
All [C] American dignitaries and the shul are nationwide.
[E]
Travel and battle we for any others left inside.
[C] Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
[E]
The bullet shells of Southbound Traffic play.
Still on the line for coal.
Still on the line for [C] coal.
Stretch of wood green [D] interstate.
Stretch of wood [E] green.
[C] Stuff is all for [E] below.
Stuff is all for [C] below.
Although the child [D] remains,
parts of the cat are [E] right.
This stupid fucking little box for just a spare.
And when you face that six-four cubit sandal, sir,
a shepherd's sling and foxholes in a hat.
A battle of eight kings, twelve [A] lives in a hatch.
[E]
[D]
[E]
[D] [E] [D]
[E]
We don't care if one day's destroyed.
We'll never conquer Chile.
We'll take the whole fucking world [D] down.
[E] But that's in [D] flames.
[E] [D] [E]
[D] [D] Just [E] a speck of fiction.
[D] [E]
[E] The cops won't [D] lie.
[E] [D] [E]
[D] We've [E] got at least fifty years [D] left.
[E]
[D] [E] Till you let it be said.
Murals on West Broadway might be made.
[D] And we wave goodbye to your sad childish [E]
rephrase.
In exchange for rather stupid alibis.
[D] But you [Em] can have my guns when you pry [C] them from [E] my [D] golden hands.
[Em] [E]
Just a speck of fiction.
[A]
[E]
[F#] [C]
[Em] [D]
[Dm] [C] [E]
[A]
[G] [F#]
[E]
[G]
[E]
[C]
[E]
[Bm] [D] A new [C] iron curtain drawn across the 49th parable hill.
[E]
An optimal man in times as we excel.
All [C] American dignitaries and the shul are nationwide.
[E]
Travel and battle we for any others left inside.
[C] Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
[E]
The bullet shells of Southbound Traffic play.
Still on the line for coal.
Still on the line for [C] coal.
Stretch of wood green [D] interstate.
Stretch of wood [E] green.
[C] Stuff is all for [E] below.
Stuff is all for [C] below.
Although the child [D] remains,
parts of the cat are [E] right.
This stupid fucking little box for just a spare.
And when you face that six-four cubit sandal, sir,
a shepherd's sling and foxholes in a hat.
A battle of eight kings, twelve [A] lives in a hatch.
[E]
[D]
[E]
[D] [E] [D]
[E]
We don't care if one day's destroyed.
We'll never conquer Chile.
We'll take the whole fucking world [D] down.
[E] But that's in [D] flames.
[E] [D] [E]
[D] [D] Just [E] a speck of fiction.
[D] [E]
[E] The cops won't [D] lie.
[E] [D] [E]
[D] We've [E] got at least fifty years [D] left.
[E]
[D] [E] Till you let it be said.
Murals on West Broadway might be made.
[D] And we wave goodbye to your sad childish [E]
rephrase.
In exchange for rather stupid alibis.
[D] But you [Em] can have my guns when you pry [C] them from [E] my [D] golden hands.
[Em] [E]
Just a speck of fiction.
[A]
[E]
Key:
E
D
C
Em
A
E
D
C
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ A _ _ _ new [C] iron curtain drawn across the _ 49th parable _ _ hill.
[E] _ _ _ _ _
_ An optimal man in times as we excel. _ _ _
_ All [C] American _ _ _ _ dignitaries and the shul are _ _ nationwide.
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
Travel and battle we for any others left _ inside. _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ Nowhere to run, _ _ nowhere to hide.
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ The bullet shells of Southbound Traffic _ play.
_ Still on the line for coal.
Still _ on the line for [C] coal.
_ _ Stretch of wood green _ [D] interstate.
Stretch of wood [E] green.
_ _ _ [C] Stuff is all for [E] below.
Stuff is all for _ [C] below.
_ _ Although the child _ [D] remains,
parts of the cat are [E] right. _ _ _ _
_ This stupid fucking little box for just a spare. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
And when you face that six-four cubit sandal, sir, _ _ _ _ _
a shepherd's sling and foxholes in a hat. _ _ _ _
A battle of eight kings, twelve [A] lives in a _ hatch. _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ We don't care if one day's destroyed.
_ We'll _ _ _ _ _ _ never conquer Chile.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ We'll take the whole fucking world [D] down. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ But that's in [D] flames.
[E] _ [D] _ _ [E] _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ [D] Just [E] a speck of _ fiction.
[D] _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ The cops won't [D] lie.
[E] _ [D] _ _ [E] _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ We've [E] got at least fifty years [D] left.
[E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ [E] Till you let it be said. _ _ _ _ _ _
Murals on West Broadway might be made.
_ [D] _ _ _ _ And we wave goodbye to your sad childish [E]
rephrase.
_ _ _ _ _ In exchange for rather _ stupid _ alibis.
_ [D] _ _ _ _ But you [Em] can have my guns when you pry [C] _ _ them from [E] my _ [D] _ _ _ golden _ hands.
_ [Em] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Just a speck of fiction. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ A _ _ _ new [C] iron curtain drawn across the _ 49th parable _ _ hill.
[E] _ _ _ _ _
_ An optimal man in times as we excel. _ _ _
_ All [C] American _ _ _ _ dignitaries and the shul are _ _ nationwide.
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
Travel and battle we for any others left _ inside. _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ Nowhere to run, _ _ nowhere to hide.
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ The bullet shells of Southbound Traffic _ play.
_ Still on the line for coal.
Still _ on the line for [C] coal.
_ _ Stretch of wood green _ [D] interstate.
Stretch of wood [E] green.
_ _ _ [C] Stuff is all for [E] below.
Stuff is all for _ [C] below.
_ _ Although the child _ [D] remains,
parts of the cat are [E] right. _ _ _ _
_ This stupid fucking little box for just a spare. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
And when you face that six-four cubit sandal, sir, _ _ _ _ _
a shepherd's sling and foxholes in a hat. _ _ _ _
A battle of eight kings, twelve [A] lives in a _ hatch. _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ We don't care if one day's destroyed.
_ We'll _ _ _ _ _ _ never conquer Chile.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ We'll take the whole fucking world [D] down. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ But that's in [D] flames.
[E] _ [D] _ _ [E] _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ [D] Just [E] a speck of _ fiction.
[D] _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ The cops won't [D] lie.
[E] _ [D] _ _ [E] _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ We've [E] got at least fifty years [D] left.
[E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ [E] Till you let it be said. _ _ _ _ _ _
Murals on West Broadway might be made.
_ [D] _ _ _ _ And we wave goodbye to your sad childish [E]
rephrase.
_ _ _ _ _ In exchange for rather _ stupid _ alibis.
_ [D] _ _ _ _ But you [Em] can have my guns when you pry [C] _ _ them from [E] my _ [D] _ _ _ golden _ hands.
_ [Em] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Just a speck of fiction. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _