Chords for Against Me! - High Pressure Low (acoustic)
Tempo:
92.55 bpm
Chords used:
B
F#
E
D
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[F#] [E]
[B] [F#] [E]
[B] [F#] [E]
[B] [F#] [E]
[C#] [B] There was a harp of shulo developing off the coast of Africa, [E] uplifting the atmosphere.
Bushwaves crossed the ocean, [B] pulled antilles in one air, without pacing [F#] and station.
[B] I drew the curtains closed, I set the air conditioner low, I [E] pressed the warm washcloth to my face.
there a [F#] train is coming.
[B] [F#] [E]
[B] [F#] [E]
[B] [F#] [E]
[C#] [B] There was a harp of shulo developing off the coast of Africa, [E] uplifting the atmosphere.
Bushwaves crossed the ocean, [B] pulled antilles in one air, without pacing [F#] and station.
[B] I drew the curtains closed, I set the air conditioner low, I [E] pressed the warm washcloth to my face.
there a [F#] train is coming.
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[B] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ [E] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ [E] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ [C#] _ [B] There was a harp of shulo developing off the coast of Africa, [E] uplifting the atmosphere.
Bushwaves crossed the ocean, [B] pulled antilles in one air, _ without pacing [F#] and station. _ _
_ _ _ [B] I drew the curtains closed, I set the air conditioner low, I [E] pressed the warm washcloth to my face.
_ [B] _ Somewhere out _ _ there a [F#] train is coming. _ _
_ _ _ [E] There's just no future left for [B] us to [F#] dream of, [E] living in an era of [B] instability.
_ [F#] So [E] caught up in the culture of our rivals, [B] we are breezing [F#] on its neck.
_ It's a harp [B] of shulo.
_ _ [F#] _ [E] It's a harp [B] of shulo.
_ _ [F#] _ _ [E] _ _
[B] Seven missiles flying over the sea of Japan.
[E] Tales of feral children, sleeping in wool pens [B] and the pious future commands.
_ I hold my breath in [F#] anticipation, _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] into the shelter of the jungle noble savages rock.
[E] Best overdose triumph over lifelong inhibitions [B] and I wonder, _ _ _ what is real, [F#] what is fiction? _ _ _ _ _
[E] There's just no future left for [B] us to [F#] dream of, [E] living in an era of [B] instability.
_ [F#] So [B] caught up in the culture of our rivals, we are breezing [F#] on its neck.
_ It's a harp [B] of shulo. _
[F#] It's [E] a harp [B] of shulo. _ _
[F#] _ _ [E] _ [D] Would anyone forgive, Robert McNamara?
[G] In retrospect he had to admit, there [D] was mistake in going to war, without us asking [A] all the questions.
_ [G] _
_ [A] _ _ [D] Yes, Robert Strange _ McNamara, there [G] are those who just cannot forget.
_ [D] And I wonder, _ why _ I lost my [A] own compassion?
_ [G] _
_ _ _ There's just no future left for [D] us to [A] dream of, [G] living in an era of [D] instability.
_ [A] So [G] caught up in the culture of our [D] rivals, we are breezing [A] on its neck.
_ It's a harp [D] of shulo.
_ _ _ [A] _ [G] It's a harp [D] of shulo.
_ _ [A] _ [G] It's a harp [D] of shulo.
_ _ [A] _ [G] It's a harp [D] of shulo.
_ _ [A] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ [E] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ [E] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ [C#] _ [B] There was a harp of shulo developing off the coast of Africa, [E] uplifting the atmosphere.
Bushwaves crossed the ocean, [B] pulled antilles in one air, _ without pacing [F#] and station. _ _
_ _ _ [B] I drew the curtains closed, I set the air conditioner low, I [E] pressed the warm washcloth to my face.
_ [B] _ Somewhere out _ _ there a [F#] train is coming. _ _
_ _ _ [E] There's just no future left for [B] us to [F#] dream of, [E] living in an era of [B] instability.
_ [F#] So [E] caught up in the culture of our rivals, [B] we are breezing [F#] on its neck.
_ It's a harp [B] of shulo.
_ _ [F#] _ [E] It's a harp [B] of shulo.
_ _ [F#] _ _ [E] _ _
[B] Seven missiles flying over the sea of Japan.
[E] Tales of feral children, sleeping in wool pens [B] and the pious future commands.
_ I hold my breath in [F#] anticipation, _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] into the shelter of the jungle noble savages rock.
[E] Best overdose triumph over lifelong inhibitions [B] and I wonder, _ _ _ what is real, [F#] what is fiction? _ _ _ _ _
[E] There's just no future left for [B] us to [F#] dream of, [E] living in an era of [B] instability.
_ [F#] So [B] caught up in the culture of our rivals, we are breezing [F#] on its neck.
_ It's a harp [B] of shulo. _
[F#] It's [E] a harp [B] of shulo. _ _
[F#] _ _ [E] _ [D] Would anyone forgive, Robert McNamara?
[G] In retrospect he had to admit, there [D] was mistake in going to war, without us asking [A] all the questions.
_ [G] _
_ [A] _ _ [D] Yes, Robert Strange _ McNamara, there [G] are those who just cannot forget.
_ [D] And I wonder, _ why _ I lost my [A] own compassion?
_ [G] _
_ _ _ There's just no future left for [D] us to [A] dream of, [G] living in an era of [D] instability.
_ [A] So [G] caught up in the culture of our [D] rivals, we are breezing [A] on its neck.
_ It's a harp [D] of shulo.
_ _ _ [A] _ [G] It's a harp [D] of shulo.
_ _ [A] _ [G] It's a harp [D] of shulo.
_ _ [A] _ [G] It's a harp [D] of shulo.
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_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _