Chords for BOB DYLAN ~ EVERY GRAIN OF SAND ~ HEGERWALTERBAND PaludaRecords RIAA GEMA ISRCNLL281500276
Tempo:
159.85 bpm
Chords used:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[E] In the time of my [A] confession, [E] in the hour of my [A] deepest need,
[E] In the pool of tears [A] beneath my feet, [B] flood every newborn seed.
[E] There's a dying voice [A] within me, [E] reaching out [A] somewhere,
[E]
Toiling in [A] the danger and [B] in the morals of despair.
Don't have the inclination to [E] look back on any [B] mistake.
Like Cain I now behold this chain of [E] events that I [B] must break.
[A] In [E] the fury of the [A] moment I [E] can see the [A] master's hand,
[E] In every leaf that [A] trembles, [B] in every grain [E] of sand.
Oh, the flowers of [A] indulgence and [E] the weeds of [A] yesteryear,
[E] Like criminals they've [A] choked the breath [B] of conscience and good cheer.
And [E] the sun beat down [A] upon the steps [E] of time to light the [A] way,
[E] To ease the pain [A] of idleness and [B] the memory of decay.
I gaze into the doorway of [E]
temptation's angry [B] flame,
And every time I pass that way [E] I always hear my [B] name.
[A] [E] Then I'm well in [A] my journey, [E] I've come to [A] understand,
[E] That every hair is [A] numbered, like [B] every grain [E] of sand.
I've gone from wrecks to [A] riches, in [E] the sorrow of the [A] night,
In [E] the violence of [A] a summer's dream, in [B] the chill of a wintery light,
In [E] the bitter dance of [A] loneliness
[E] fading into [A] space,
In [E] the broken mirror [A] of innocence [B] on each forgotten face.
I hear the ancient footsteps, like [E] the motion of the [B] sea,
Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other [E] times it's [B] only me.
[A]
I [E] am hanging in the [A] balance of [E] the reality of [A] man,
[E] Like every sparrow [A] falling, like [B] every grain [E] of sand.
[A]
[E]
[A]
[E] In the time of my [A] confession, [E] in the hour of my [A] deepest need,
[E] In the pool of tears [A] beneath my feet, [B] flood every newborn seed.
[E] There's a dying voice [A] within me, [E] reaching out [A] somewhere,
[E]
Toiling in [A] the danger and [B] in the morals of despair.
Don't have the inclination to [E] look back on any [B] mistake.
Like Cain I now behold this chain of [E] events that I [B] must break.
[A] In [E] the fury of the [A] moment I [E] can see the [A] master's hand,
[E] In every leaf that [A] trembles, [B] in every grain [E] of sand.
Oh, the flowers of [A] indulgence and [E] the weeds of [A] yesteryear,
[E] Like criminals they've [A] choked the breath [B] of conscience and good cheer.
And [E] the sun beat down [A] upon the steps [E] of time to light the [A] way,
[E] To ease the pain [A] of idleness and [B] the memory of decay.
I gaze into the doorway of [E]
temptation's angry [B] flame,
And every time I pass that way [E] I always hear my [B] name.
[A] [E] Then I'm well in [A] my journey, [E] I've come to [A] understand,
[E] That every hair is [A] numbered, like [B] every grain [E] of sand.
I've gone from wrecks to [A] riches, in [E] the sorrow of the [A] night,
In [E] the violence of [A] a summer's dream, in [B] the chill of a wintery light,
In [E] the bitter dance of [A] loneliness
[E] fading into [A] space,
In [E] the broken mirror [A] of innocence [B] on each forgotten face.
I hear the ancient footsteps, like [E] the motion of the [B] sea,
Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other [E] times it's [B] only me.
[A]
I [E] am hanging in the [A] balance of [E] the reality of [A] man,
[E] Like every sparrow [A] falling, like [B] every grain [E] of sand.
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_ _ [E] In the time of my [A] confession, _ _ _ [E] in the hour of my _ [A] deepest need,
_ _ [E] In the pool of tears [A] beneath _ my feet, [B] flood every newborn seed. _
_ _ [E] There's a _ dying voice [A] within me, _ _ _ [E] _ reaching _ out [A] _ somewhere,
_ _ _ [E] _ _
Toiling in [A] the danger _ and [B] in the _ morals of despair. _
_ _ Don't have the _ _ inclination _ to [E] look back on any [B] mistake. _
_ _ Like Cain I now _ behold this chain of [E] _ events that I [B] must break. _
[A] _ In [E] the fury _ _ of the [A] moment _ I [E] can see the _ [A] master's hand,
_ _ [E] In every _ leaf that [A] _ trembles, _ _ [B] in every grain [E] of sand.
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Oh, the flowers _ of [A] _ indulgence _ and [E] the weeds of _ _ [A] yesteryear, _
_ _ [E] Like criminals _ they've [A] _ choked the breath [B] of conscience and good cheer. _
_ And [E] the sun beat down _ [A] upon the steps [E] of time to light the [A] way, _
_ _ [E] To ease the pain [A] of _ idleness and [B] the memory of decay. _ _
_ I _ gaze into the doorway _ _ of [E] _ _
temptation's angry [B] flame, _
_ _ And every _ time I pass that way [E] I _ always hear my [B] name. _
[A] _ _ [E] Then I'm well in [A] my journey, _ _ _ [E] I've come to _ _ [A] understand, _
_ _ [E] That every _ hair is [A] numbered, _ _ like [B] _ every grain [E] of sand. _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ I've gone from wrecks to [A] riches, _ _ in [E] the sorrow _ of the [A] night, _
_ In [E] the violence _ of [A] a summer's dream, in [B] the chill of a _ wintery light, _
In [E] the bitter _ dance of [A] loneliness _
_ _ _ [E] _ fading _ into [A] _ space,
_ In [E] the broken mirror [A] of innocence _ _ [B] on each forgotten _ _ face.
_ _ I hear the ancient _ footsteps, _ like [E] the motion of the [B] sea, _
_ _ Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other [E] _ times it's [B] only me.
[A] _
_ I [E] am hanging in the [A] _ balance _ of [E] the reality _ of [A] man, _
_ _ [E] Like every _ sparrow [A] falling, _ _ like [B] _ every grain [E] of _ sand. _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ [E] In the time of my [A] confession, _ _ _ [E] in the hour of my _ [A] deepest need,
_ _ [E] In the pool of tears [A] beneath _ my feet, [B] flood every newborn seed. _
_ _ [E] There's a _ dying voice [A] within me, _ _ _ [E] _ reaching _ out [A] _ somewhere,
_ _ _ [E] _ _
Toiling in [A] the danger _ and [B] in the _ morals of despair. _
_ _ Don't have the _ _ inclination _ to [E] look back on any [B] mistake. _
_ _ Like Cain I now _ behold this chain of [E] _ events that I [B] must break. _
[A] _ In [E] the fury _ _ of the [A] moment _ I [E] can see the _ [A] master's hand,
_ _ [E] In every _ leaf that [A] _ trembles, _ _ [B] in every grain [E] of sand.
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Oh, the flowers _ of [A] _ indulgence _ and [E] the weeds of _ _ [A] yesteryear, _
_ _ [E] Like criminals _ they've [A] _ choked the breath [B] of conscience and good cheer. _
_ And [E] the sun beat down _ [A] upon the steps [E] of time to light the [A] way, _
_ _ [E] To ease the pain [A] of _ idleness and [B] the memory of decay. _ _
_ I _ gaze into the doorway _ _ of [E] _ _
temptation's angry [B] flame, _
_ _ And every _ time I pass that way [E] I _ always hear my [B] name. _
[A] _ _ [E] Then I'm well in [A] my journey, _ _ _ [E] I've come to _ _ [A] understand, _
_ _ [E] That every _ hair is [A] numbered, _ _ like [B] _ every grain [E] of sand. _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ I've gone from wrecks to [A] riches, _ _ in [E] the sorrow _ of the [A] night, _
_ In [E] the violence _ of [A] a summer's dream, in [B] the chill of a _ wintery light, _
In [E] the bitter _ dance of [A] loneliness _
_ _ _ [E] _ fading _ into [A] _ space,
_ In [E] the broken mirror [A] of innocence _ _ [B] on each forgotten _ _ face.
_ _ I hear the ancient _ footsteps, _ like [E] the motion of the [B] sea, _
_ _ Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other [E] _ times it's [B] only me.
[A] _
_ I [E] am hanging in the [A] _ balance _ of [E] the reality _ of [A] man, _
_ _ [E] Like every _ sparrow [A] falling, _ _ like [B] _ every grain [E] of _ sand. _ _ _ _ _
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