Rafael Chords by Beatenberg
Tempo:
125.2 bpm
Chords used:
C#
F#
B
G#m
G#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C#] [G#m]
[B] [C#]
[B] [C#] [G#m]
[B] [C#] [F#] Sometimes [B] it feels [C#] like [G#m] heaven, sometimes [B] it feels [C#] like [G#] hell.
But you [B] keep [C#] on [G#m] going until it [B] gets hard [C#] to [F#] tell.
And [B] your [C#] body [G#m] moves with the grace of [C#] an [G#] archangel,
like the [C#] stroke of genius from [F#] Raphael.
[B] [D#] [G#m]
[D#]
[B] [C#] [F#]
[F#] You lie down on a black sea, [C#] undercover.
And every part of [D#m] you is aching, but your [F#] face is radiant,
[D#m] because you ain't dried [F#] through the pain.
You wrestled [D#m] with an angel, you waited [F#] in the rain.
Saint George [D#m] and the dragon, impressed and [F#] pillaged.
The sweat upon your forehead did not fall in vain, it didn't fall in vain.
Sometimes [F#] it [D#] feels like heaven, sometimes [F#] it feels [C#] [G#] like hell.
But you [G#m] keep on going until it gets hard [C#] to [F#] tell.
And your [D#] body moves with the grace [G#] of an [C#] archangel,
like the stroke of genius from [F#] Raphael.
[B] [C#] [G#m]
[D#]
[B] [C#] [G#]
[C#] [F#] The crowd was still like a fresco in a chapel.
Nine, [D#m] seven, and a fifth [F#] of Saint Sebastian must have [D#m] been beside you [F#] all the way.
The greatest match [D#m] in history, you put that [F#] all to shame.
Four [D#m] hours in a Rolex could not [F#] put you to shame.
You did it for yourself, now the people sing your name, the people sing your name.
[G#]
[B] [C#] [G#]
[C#] [D#]
[B] [C#] [F#m]
[B] Sometimes it [C#] feels [G#m] like heaven, sometimes [F#] it feels [C#] like hell.
But you [F#] keep [C#] on [G#m] going until it gets [C#] hard to tell.
[F#]
And your [D#] body moves with the grace of an archangel,
like [G#] the stroke of genius from [F#] Raphael.
[B] [C#] [G#]
[C#] [D#] Sometimes [B] it feels [D#] like heaven,
[C#] [D#m] sometimes [B] it [G#] feels
[D#] like hell.
[D#m]
[B] [C#]
[B] [C#] [G#m]
[B] [C#] [F#] Sometimes [B] it feels [C#] like [G#m] heaven, sometimes [B] it feels [C#] like [G#] hell.
But you [B] keep [C#] on [G#m] going until it [B] gets hard [C#] to [F#] tell.
And [B] your [C#] body [G#m] moves with the grace of [C#] an [G#] archangel,
like the [C#] stroke of genius from [F#] Raphael.
[B] [D#] [G#m]
[D#]
[B] [C#] [F#]
[F#] You lie down on a black sea, [C#] undercover.
And every part of [D#m] you is aching, but your [F#] face is radiant,
[D#m] because you ain't dried [F#] through the pain.
You wrestled [D#m] with an angel, you waited [F#] in the rain.
Saint George [D#m] and the dragon, impressed and [F#] pillaged.
The sweat upon your forehead did not fall in vain, it didn't fall in vain.
Sometimes [F#] it [D#] feels like heaven, sometimes [F#] it feels [C#] [G#] like hell.
But you [G#m] keep on going until it gets hard [C#] to [F#] tell.
And your [D#] body moves with the grace [G#] of an [C#] archangel,
like the stroke of genius from [F#] Raphael.
[B] [C#] [G#m]
[D#]
[B] [C#] [G#]
[C#] [F#] The crowd was still like a fresco in a chapel.
Nine, [D#m] seven, and a fifth [F#] of Saint Sebastian must have [D#m] been beside you [F#] all the way.
The greatest match [D#m] in history, you put that [F#] all to shame.
Four [D#m] hours in a Rolex could not [F#] put you to shame.
You did it for yourself, now the people sing your name, the people sing your name.
[G#]
[B] [C#] [G#]
[C#] [D#]
[B] [C#] [F#m]
[B] Sometimes it [C#] feels [G#m] like heaven, sometimes [F#] it feels [C#] like hell.
But you [F#] keep [C#] on [G#m] going until it gets [C#] hard to tell.
[F#]
And your [D#] body moves with the grace of an archangel,
like [G#] the stroke of genius from [F#] Raphael.
[B] [C#] [G#]
[C#] [D#] Sometimes [B] it feels [D#] like heaven,
[C#] [D#m] sometimes [B] it [G#] feels
[D#] like hell.
[D#m]
Key:
C#
F#
B
G#m
G#
C#
F#
B
_ _ [C#] _ _ [G#m] _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ [C#] _ _ [G#m] _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _ _ Sometimes [B] it feels [C#] like [G#m] heaven, sometimes [B] it feels [C#] like [G#] hell.
But you [B] keep [C#] on [G#m] going until it [B] gets hard [C#] to [F#] tell.
_ And [B] your [C#] body _ [G#m] moves with the grace of [C#] an _ [G#] archangel,
like the [C#] stroke of genius from _ _ [F#] Raphael. _ _ _
[B] _ _ [D#] _ _ [G#m] _ _ _ _
_ _ [D#] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ You lie down on a black sea, [C#] undercover. _ _ _
_ And every part of [D#m] you is aching, but your [F#] face is radiant,
[D#m] because you ain't dried [F#] through the pain.
You wrestled [D#m] with an angel, you waited [F#] in the rain.
Saint George [D#m] and the dragon, impressed and [F#] pillaged.
The sweat upon your forehead did not fall in vain, it didn't fall in vain.
Sometimes [F#] it [D#] feels like heaven, sometimes [F#] it feels [C#] _ [G#] like hell.
But you [G#m] keep on going until it gets hard [C#] to [F#] tell.
_ And your [D#] body _ moves with the grace [G#] of an _ [C#] _ _ archangel,
like the stroke _ of _ genius from _ _ [F#] Raphael. _ _ _
[B] _ _ [C#] _ _ [G#m] _ _ _ _
_ _ [D#] _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ [C#] _ _ [G#] _ _ _ _
_ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _ _ The _ _ crowd was still _ like a fresco in a chapel. _ _
_ Nine, [D#m] seven, and a fifth [F#] of Saint Sebastian must have [D#m] been beside you [F#] all the way.
The greatest match [D#m] in history, you put that [F#] all to shame.
Four [D#m] hours in a Rolex could not [F#] put you to shame.
You did it for yourself, now the people sing your name, the people sing your name. _
_ _ _ _ [G#] _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ [C#] _ _ _ [G#] _ _ _
_ _ [C#] _ _ [D#] _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ [F#m] _
[B] Sometimes it [C#] feels [G#m] like heaven, sometimes [F#] it feels [C#] like hell.
But you [F#] keep [C#] on [G#m] going until it gets [C#] hard to tell.
[F#] _ _
And your _ [D#] body _ moves with the grace of an _ _ _ _ archangel,
like [G#] the stroke of _ genius from _ _ _ [F#] _ Raphael. _
[B] _ _ [C#] _ _ [G#] _ _ _ _
_ _ [C#] _ _ [D#] _ _ Sometimes [B] it feels [D#] like heaven, _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C#] _ _ [D#m] _ _ sometimes [B] it _ [G#] feels _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D#] _ like hell.
_ _ _ _ _ [D#m] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ [C#] _ _ [G#m] _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _ _ Sometimes [B] it feels [C#] like [G#m] heaven, sometimes [B] it feels [C#] like [G#] hell.
But you [B] keep [C#] on [G#m] going until it [B] gets hard [C#] to [F#] tell.
_ And [B] your [C#] body _ [G#m] moves with the grace of [C#] an _ [G#] archangel,
like the [C#] stroke of genius from _ _ [F#] Raphael. _ _ _
[B] _ _ [D#] _ _ [G#m] _ _ _ _
_ _ [D#] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ You lie down on a black sea, [C#] undercover. _ _ _
_ And every part of [D#m] you is aching, but your [F#] face is radiant,
[D#m] because you ain't dried [F#] through the pain.
You wrestled [D#m] with an angel, you waited [F#] in the rain.
Saint George [D#m] and the dragon, impressed and [F#] pillaged.
The sweat upon your forehead did not fall in vain, it didn't fall in vain.
Sometimes [F#] it [D#] feels like heaven, sometimes [F#] it feels [C#] _ [G#] like hell.
But you [G#m] keep on going until it gets hard [C#] to [F#] tell.
_ And your [D#] body _ moves with the grace [G#] of an _ [C#] _ _ archangel,
like the stroke _ of _ genius from _ _ [F#] Raphael. _ _ _
[B] _ _ [C#] _ _ [G#m] _ _ _ _
_ _ [D#] _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ [C#] _ _ [G#] _ _ _ _
_ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _ _ The _ _ crowd was still _ like a fresco in a chapel. _ _
_ Nine, [D#m] seven, and a fifth [F#] of Saint Sebastian must have [D#m] been beside you [F#] all the way.
The greatest match [D#m] in history, you put that [F#] all to shame.
Four [D#m] hours in a Rolex could not [F#] put you to shame.
You did it for yourself, now the people sing your name, the people sing your name. _
_ _ _ _ [G#] _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ [C#] _ _ _ [G#] _ _ _
_ _ [C#] _ _ [D#] _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ [F#m] _
[B] Sometimes it [C#] feels [G#m] like heaven, sometimes [F#] it feels [C#] like hell.
But you [F#] keep [C#] on [G#m] going until it gets [C#] hard to tell.
[F#] _ _
And your _ [D#] body _ moves with the grace of an _ _ _ _ archangel,
like [G#] the stroke of _ genius from _ _ _ [F#] _ Raphael. _
[B] _ _ [C#] _ _ [G#] _ _ _ _
_ _ [C#] _ _ [D#] _ _ Sometimes [B] it feels [D#] like heaven, _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C#] _ _ [D#m] _ _ sometimes [B] it _ [G#] feels _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D#] _ like hell.
_ _ _ _ _ [D#m] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _