China My China Chords by Brian Eno
Tempo:
118.7 bpm
Chords used:
A#
F#
C#
D
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C#] In the haze of the morning,
shine the silks on eternity,
[A#] [F#]
and [C#] be hokey and long,
and settle dreams to a joy of [A#] eternities.
[F#] [A#] [F#]
[A#] [F#]
[G#] On the horizon, [B] the curtains [A#] are closing.
[C#]
Down in the orchard,
aunties and uncles play [A#] their [F#]
games,
[A#] [F#] like [A#] it [F#] seems they [A#] always [F#] have done.
[C#]
In the blue-vis,
the birds in the loft are singing [A#] their [F#] themes,
[A#] [F#] like it seems they always have [G#] done.
Lofts ticking slowly,
[B]
lighting [A#] the day up.
[C#] These poor girls are such fun,
they know what God gave them their [A#] fingers [F#] for.
You are the person I would be sad
[C] [Dm]
[D]
[Am] [D] [G]
[D]
[C] [D] [G]
[D] [C]
[D]
[G] [D] [C] [D] [C] [D] to leave.
[C] [D] [Cm]
[D]
[A] [C#] Child of my child,
I've wandered around and you're [A#] still [F#] here,
[A#m]
[F#] which [A#] I [F#] guess you should be proud [C#] of.
Your walls have been closed,
and I've kept you at home for thousands [A#] of [F#] years.
[A#]
[F#m] [A#] But there's [F#] something [A#] I should [F#m] tell [G#] you,
all the young boys, they [B] are dressing [A#] like sailors.
I [C#]
remember a man who jumped
out from a window over [A#] the bay.
[F#] [A#] [F#] There [A#m] was [F#] hardly a raised eyebrow,
the [C#]
coroner told me,
this kind of thing happens [A#] every [F#]
day.
[A#] [F#] [A#] [F#m]
[A#] [F#m] You [G#] see, from the pagoda,
the [B]
world is [A#] so tidy.
[C#]
[A#] [F#] [A#m] [F#m]
[A#] [F#] [A#] [F#]
[C#]
[A#] [F#] [A#] [F#m]
[F#] [A#] [F#m] [F#] [A#] [F#m]
[G#]
[B] [A#]
[C#]
[Dm]
shine the silks on eternity,
[A#] [F#]
and [C#] be hokey and long,
and settle dreams to a joy of [A#] eternities.
[F#] [A#] [F#]
[A#] [F#]
[G#] On the horizon, [B] the curtains [A#] are closing.
[C#]
Down in the orchard,
aunties and uncles play [A#] their [F#]
games,
[A#] [F#] like [A#] it [F#] seems they [A#] always [F#] have done.
[C#]
In the blue-vis,
the birds in the loft are singing [A#] their [F#] themes,
[A#] [F#] like it seems they always have [G#] done.
Lofts ticking slowly,
[B]
lighting [A#] the day up.
[C#] These poor girls are such fun,
they know what God gave them their [A#] fingers [F#] for.
You are the person I would be sad
[C] [Dm]
[D]
[Am] [D] [G]
[D]
[C] [D] [G]
[D] [C]
[D]
[G] [D] [C] [D] [C] [D] to leave.
[C] [D] [Cm]
[D]
[A] [C#] Child of my child,
I've wandered around and you're [A#] still [F#] here,
[A#m]
[F#] which [A#] I [F#] guess you should be proud [C#] of.
Your walls have been closed,
and I've kept you at home for thousands [A#] of [F#] years.
[A#]
[F#m] [A#] But there's [F#] something [A#] I should [F#m] tell [G#] you,
all the young boys, they [B] are dressing [A#] like sailors.
I [C#]
remember a man who jumped
out from a window over [A#] the bay.
[F#] [A#] [F#] There [A#m] was [F#] hardly a raised eyebrow,
the [C#]
coroner told me,
this kind of thing happens [A#] every [F#]
day.
[A#] [F#] [A#] [F#m]
[A#] [F#m] You [G#] see, from the pagoda,
the [B]
world is [A#] so tidy.
[C#]
[A#] [F#] [A#m] [F#m]
[A#] [F#] [A#] [F#]
[C#]
[A#] [F#] [A#] [F#m]
[F#] [A#] [F#m] [F#] [A#] [F#m]
[G#]
[B] [A#]
[C#]
[Dm]
Key:
A#
F#
C#
D
F#m
A#
F#
C#
[C#] In the _ haze of the morning,
_ _ _ shine the silks on eternity,
[A#] _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
and [C#] be _ hokey and long,
and settle dreams to a joy of _ [A#] eternities.
[F#] _ _ _ [A#] _ [F#] _
_ _ [A#] _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G#] _ On the horizon, _ [B] the _ curtains [A#] are closing.
_ _ _ _ _ [C#] _
Down in the orchard, _ _ _
aunties and uncles play [A#] their [F#]
games,
_ [A#] _ [F#] _ like [A#] it [F#] seems they [A#] always [F#] have done.
[C#] _ _
In the blue-vis,
_ the birds in the loft are singing [A#] their [F#] themes,
_ _ [A#] _ [F#] _ like it seems they always have [G#] done. _
Lofts ticking _ slowly,
[B] _ _
lighting [A#] the _ day up. _ _
_ [C#] These poor girls are such fun,
they know what God gave them their [A#] fingers [F#] for. _ _ _
You are the person I would be sad _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Am] _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ [C] _ [D] _ _ [C] [D] to leave.
[C] _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ [C#] Child of my child,
_ I've _ wandered around and you're [A#] still [F#] here,
_ _ [A#m] _
[F#] _ which [A#] I [F#] guess you should be proud [C#] of.
Your walls have been closed,
and I've kept you at home for thousands [A#] of [F#] years.
[A#] _ _
[F#m] _ [A#] But there's [F#] something [A#] I should [F#m] tell [G#] you,
_ all the young boys, they [B] are dressing [A#] like _ sailors.
_ _ I [C#] _
remember a man who jumped
out from a window over [A#] the bay.
[F#] _ _ [A#] _ [F#] _ There [A#m] was [F#] hardly a raised _ eyebrow,
the [C#] _
_ coroner told me,
this _ kind of thing happens [A#] every [F#]
day.
_ [A#] _ [F#] _ _ _ [A#] _ [F#m] _
_ _ [A#] _ _ [F#m] You [G#] see, _ from the _ pagoda,
the _ [B] _
world is [A#] so _ _ tidy. _
_ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A#] _ [F#] _ _ _ [A#m] _ [F#m] _
_ _ [A#] _ [F#] _ _ _ [A#] _ [F#] _
_ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A#] _ [F#] _ _ [A#] _ _ [F#m] _
[F#] _ _ [A#] _ [F#m] _ _ [F#] _ [A#] _ [F#m] _
_ _ [G#] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ [A#] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ shine the silks on eternity,
[A#] _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
and [C#] be _ hokey and long,
and settle dreams to a joy of _ [A#] eternities.
[F#] _ _ _ [A#] _ [F#] _
_ _ [A#] _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G#] _ On the horizon, _ [B] the _ curtains [A#] are closing.
_ _ _ _ _ [C#] _
Down in the orchard, _ _ _
aunties and uncles play [A#] their [F#]
games,
_ [A#] _ [F#] _ like [A#] it [F#] seems they [A#] always [F#] have done.
[C#] _ _
In the blue-vis,
_ the birds in the loft are singing [A#] their [F#] themes,
_ _ [A#] _ [F#] _ like it seems they always have [G#] done. _
Lofts ticking _ slowly,
[B] _ _
lighting [A#] the _ day up. _ _
_ [C#] These poor girls are such fun,
they know what God gave them their [A#] fingers [F#] for. _ _ _
You are the person I would be sad _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Am] _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ [C] _ [D] _ _ [C] [D] to leave.
[C] _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ [C#] Child of my child,
_ I've _ wandered around and you're [A#] still [F#] here,
_ _ [A#m] _
[F#] _ which [A#] I [F#] guess you should be proud [C#] of.
Your walls have been closed,
and I've kept you at home for thousands [A#] of [F#] years.
[A#] _ _
[F#m] _ [A#] But there's [F#] something [A#] I should [F#m] tell [G#] you,
_ all the young boys, they [B] are dressing [A#] like _ sailors.
_ _ I [C#] _
remember a man who jumped
out from a window over [A#] the bay.
[F#] _ _ [A#] _ [F#] _ There [A#m] was [F#] hardly a raised _ eyebrow,
the [C#] _
_ coroner told me,
this _ kind of thing happens [A#] every [F#]
day.
_ [A#] _ [F#] _ _ _ [A#] _ [F#m] _
_ _ [A#] _ _ [F#m] You [G#] see, _ from the _ pagoda,
the _ [B] _
world is [A#] so _ _ tidy. _
_ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A#] _ [F#] _ _ _ [A#m] _ [F#m] _
_ _ [A#] _ [F#] _ _ _ [A#] _ [F#] _
_ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A#] _ [F#] _ _ [A#] _ _ [F#m] _
[F#] _ _ [A#] _ [F#m] _ _ [F#] _ [A#] _ [F#m] _
_ _ [G#] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ [A#] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _