Chords for Blanco White - Rust || Pentwyn Session
Tempo:
151.55 bpm
Chords used:
Bm
Em
C
D
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret

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[Em]
[Bm]
[C]
[D]
[Em]
It's rusty,
[G]
[C#] this one's Brimmonwell.
[Bm]
[C]
[D]
[Em]
It's rusty,
[G]
[C#] this one's Brimmonwell.
100% ➙ 152BPM
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Em
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It's _ rusty, _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _
[C#] this one's Brimmonwell. _
[C] _ _ [Bm] How I've seen [Em] these signs before, in [G] the half-light, _ [C#]
below _ [A] the starlight.
[Am] Now a canvas [Bm] _ [Em] starlit no more, _ although they [Am] linger [C] _ _
_ _ _ [Bm] beyond [Em] the door. _ _ _
[E] _ Numberless windows _ _
[C] _ on [D] an [Em] endless shore, but I'll [Bm] hear the [C] city lights.
[D] The twilight [Em] sparks their [Bm] hours, [C] sleek and bright [D] in the [Em] Roman dark.
_ There'll [C] come a night when [D] all men _ grasp a [B] colder truth, _ [Em] and there may be no [C] arc. _
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_ [Em] _ Those vacant aisles can breathe in every belief, but [F#m] I'll not listen to those [Am] lies.
In cathedrals, [Bm] empty seats, [Em] they'll be forgotten. _ _
[G] Don't doubt it, no, [F#m] don't doubt it.
Not [C] when the hills [Bm] are quiet, but who am [Em] I to _ preach?
The _
[E] prophet's riddle _ _
[C] _ _ [Bm] lies under [Em] _ siege.
His crossed [E]-out verses _ _ [Am] _
never [Bm] _ _ bridge that [Em] _ breach.
Here they [Bm] are, [C] glass [D] hits with each turning [Em] page.
See the [Bm] _
[C] weathered [D] cliffs whittle down [Em] with age.
[Bm] Touch the mouth [C] that kissed _ [Bm] your younger face, _ [D] when [B] time was a friend _ [Em] in a _ kinder [C] race.
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_ _ [E] _ _ When tides lavered on, though man had been and gone, till even those [C] grey [D] _ [Em] tummies drowned at sea. _ _
When roses off the shore, when times rusted no more, no [C] one heard them [D] groan [Em] out in [Bm] the breeze.
[C] _ [D] In the rain [Em] turns fleet and [Bm] snow, turn [C] lock and key, oh, [Bm] dark to give me [Em] some of those.
[Bm] They're the reason [C] the [D] seasons _ pass [Em] us by, [Bm] believe me.
[C] _ [Bm] Or was it in the [Em] broken stars [Bm] where the meaning [C] was [Bm] lost? _
In [Em] bibles cracked [Bm] and _ [Am] bleeded, [Bm] beneath the sky [Em] of scars, [Bm] white alloy [C] _ [D] cross. _ _
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It's _ rusty, _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _
[C#] this one's Brimmonwell. _
[C] _ _ [Bm] How I've seen [Em] these signs before, in [G] the half-light, _ [C#]
below _ [A] the starlight.
[Am] Now a canvas [Bm] _ [Em] starlit no more, _ although they [Am] linger [C] _ _
_ _ _ [Bm] beyond [Em] the door. _ _ _
[E] _ Numberless windows _ _
[C] _ on [D] an [Em] endless shore, but I'll [Bm] hear the [C] city lights.
[D] The twilight [Em] sparks their [Bm] hours, [C] sleek and bright [D] in the [Em] Roman dark.
_ There'll [C] come a night when [D] all men _ grasp a [B] colder truth, _ [Em] and there may be no [C] arc. _
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_ _ [Bm] _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ Those vacant aisles can breathe in every belief, but [F#m] I'll not listen to those [Am] lies.
In cathedrals, [Bm] empty seats, [Em] they'll be forgotten. _ _
[G] Don't doubt it, no, [F#m] don't doubt it.
Not [C] when the hills [Bm] are quiet, but who am [Em] I to _ preach?
The _
[E] prophet's riddle _ _
[C] _ _ [Bm] lies under [Em] _ siege.
His crossed [E]-out verses _ _ [Am] _
never [Bm] _ _ bridge that [Em] _ breach.
Here they [Bm] are, [C] glass [D] hits with each turning [Em] page.
See the [Bm] _
[C] weathered [D] cliffs whittle down [Em] with age.
[Bm] Touch the mouth [C] that kissed _ [Bm] your younger face, _ [D] when [B] time was a friend _ [Em] in a _ kinder [C] race.
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ When tides lavered on, though man had been and gone, till even those [C] grey [D] _ [Em] tummies drowned at sea. _ _
When roses off the shore, when times rusted no more, no [C] one heard them [D] groan [Em] out in [Bm] the breeze.
[C] _ [D] In the rain [Em] turns fleet and [Bm] snow, turn [C] lock and key, oh, [Bm] dark to give me [Em] some of those.
[Bm] They're the reason [C] the [D] seasons _ pass [Em] us by, [Bm] believe me.
[C] _ [Bm] Or was it in the [Em] broken stars [Bm] where the meaning [C] was [Bm] lost? _
In [Em] bibles cracked [Bm] and _ [Am] bleeded, [Bm] beneath the sky [Em] of scars, [Bm] white alloy [C] _ [D] cross. _ _
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