Chords for Bruce Cockburn - "Understanding Nothing" (Live at WFUV)
Tempo:
71.375 bpm
Chords used:
F#m
E
C#m
Bm
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F#] [F#m] [F#] [F#m] [E]
[F#m] [E]
[F#m] [E]
[F#m] [E]
[F#m] [E]
[F#m] [E]
[F#m] [C#m] High above [F#m] valley, [E]
[F#m] above deep shade colored with the calls of cuckoos, [E] the ring [F#m] of coppersmith's
[E]
[F#m] hammer.
High in the hiss of the wind, [E] wind [F#m] filled with spirits and bright with the jangle
of horse [E] bells.
[F#m] [E]
[F#m] [E]
[F#m] Over the scratched up soil, scorched earth [E] wasted,
[F#m] long shadows lead women
bearing water.
[E]
[F#m] I watch the sway of skirts, [E] think of moist [F#m] spice forests.
[E] Still,
[F#m] midnight whispers at my ear.
[E]
[F#m]
[E] Weaver's fingers flying [F#m] on the loom.
[E] [F#m] [E] Patterns shift too fast to [F#m] be discerned.
[D]
All these years of thinking
[C#m] ended up like this, [Bm]
in front of all this [F#m] understanding nothing.
[E] [F#m]
[E]
[F#m] [E]
[F#m] [E]
[F#m] Water dungeons and balloons, [E] sharp against [F#m] spring snow, remind me of [E] another time, [F#m] in Japanese temple.
[E]
[F#m] There was a single orange blossom at the wrong time of year.
[E]
[F#m] Seemed like a sign [E]
[F#m] when I looked again.
[E]
[F#m]
[E] Weaver's fingers [F#m] flying on the loom.
[E] [F#] [E] Patterns shift too fast to [F#m] be [A] discerned.
[F#m]
[D] All these years of thinking
[C#m] ended up like this, [Bm] in front of all this beauty,
[F#m] understanding nothing.
[D] All these years of thinking
[C#m] ended up like this, [Bm] in front of all this beauty, [F#m] understanding nothing.
[D]
[C#m]
[Bm] [E] [Bm]
[G#] [F#m]
[E] [F#m]
[E] [F#m]
[E] [F#m]
[F#m] [E]
[F#m] [E]
[F#m] [E]
[F#m] [E]
[F#m] [E]
[F#m] [C#m] High above [F#m] valley, [E]
[F#m] above deep shade colored with the calls of cuckoos, [E] the ring [F#m] of coppersmith's
[E]
[F#m] hammer.
High in the hiss of the wind, [E] wind [F#m] filled with spirits and bright with the jangle
of horse [E] bells.
[F#m] [E]
[F#m] [E]
[F#m] Over the scratched up soil, scorched earth [E] wasted,
[F#m] long shadows lead women
bearing water.
[E]
[F#m] I watch the sway of skirts, [E] think of moist [F#m] spice forests.
[E] Still,
[F#m] midnight whispers at my ear.
[E]
[F#m]
[E] Weaver's fingers flying [F#m] on the loom.
[E] [F#m] [E] Patterns shift too fast to [F#m] be discerned.
[D]
All these years of thinking
[C#m] ended up like this, [Bm]
in front of all this [F#m] understanding nothing.
[E] [F#m]
[E]
[F#m] [E]
[F#m] [E]
[F#m] Water dungeons and balloons, [E] sharp against [F#m] spring snow, remind me of [E] another time, [F#m] in Japanese temple.
[E]
[F#m] There was a single orange blossom at the wrong time of year.
[E]
[F#m] Seemed like a sign [E]
[F#m] when I looked again.
[E]
[F#m]
[E] Weaver's fingers [F#m] flying on the loom.
[E] [F#] [E] Patterns shift too fast to [F#m] be [A] discerned.
[F#m]
[D] All these years of thinking
[C#m] ended up like this, [Bm] in front of all this beauty,
[F#m] understanding nothing.
[D] All these years of thinking
[C#m] ended up like this, [Bm] in front of all this beauty, [F#m] understanding nothing.
[D]
[C#m]
[Bm] [E] [Bm]
[G#] [F#m]
[E] [F#m]
[E] [F#m]
[E] [F#m]
Key:
F#m
E
C#m
Bm
D
F#m
E
C#m
[F#] _ [F#m] _ [F#] _ [F#m] _ _ [E] _
_ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [E] _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
[F#m] [C#m] High above [F#m] valley, _ [E] _
[F#m] above deep shade colored with the calls of cuckoos, [E] the ring [F#m] of coppersmith's
_ _ _ _ [E]
[F#m] hammer.
High in the hiss of the wind, [E] wind [F#m] filled with spirits and bright with the jangle
of horse [E] bells. _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ [E] _
[F#m] Over the scratched up soil, scorched earth [E] wasted, _
[F#m] long shadows lead women
bearing water.
[E] _
[F#m] I watch the sway of skirts, _ [E] think of moist [F#m] spice forests.
_ _ [E] Still, _
[F#m] midnight whispers at my ear.
_ [E] _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ Weaver's fingers flying [F#m] on the loom. _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ [F#m] [E] Patterns shift too fast to [F#m] be _ discerned.
_ _ _ [D] _
_ All these years of thinking _
[C#m] _ ended up like this, [Bm] _
in front of all this [F#m] understanding nothing.
_ _ [E] _ [F#m] _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ [E] _
[F#m] Water dungeons and balloons, _ [E] sharp against [F#m] spring snow, _ remind me of [E] another time, [F#m] in Japanese temple.
_ [E] _
[F#m] There was a single orange blossom at the wrong time of year.
[E] _ _
[F#m] Seemed like a sign _ _ [E]
[F#m] when I looked again.
_ _ [E] _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ Weaver's fingers [F#m] flying on the loom. _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ [F#] [E] Patterns shift too fast to [F#m] be [A] discerned.
[F#m] _ _ _ _
[D] _ All these years of thinking
_ [C#m] _ ended up like this, [Bm] _ in front of all this beauty, _
[F#m] understanding nothing. _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ All these years of thinking
_ [C#m] _ ended up like this, [Bm] in front of all this beauty, [F#m] understanding nothing. _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ [C#m] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ [E] _ [Bm] _ _
[G#] _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [E] _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
[F#m] [C#m] High above [F#m] valley, _ [E] _
[F#m] above deep shade colored with the calls of cuckoos, [E] the ring [F#m] of coppersmith's
_ _ _ _ [E]
[F#m] hammer.
High in the hiss of the wind, [E] wind [F#m] filled with spirits and bright with the jangle
of horse [E] bells. _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ [E] _
[F#m] Over the scratched up soil, scorched earth [E] wasted, _
[F#m] long shadows lead women
bearing water.
[E] _
[F#m] I watch the sway of skirts, _ [E] think of moist [F#m] spice forests.
_ _ [E] Still, _
[F#m] midnight whispers at my ear.
_ [E] _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ Weaver's fingers flying [F#m] on the loom. _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ [F#m] [E] Patterns shift too fast to [F#m] be _ discerned.
_ _ _ [D] _
_ All these years of thinking _
[C#m] _ ended up like this, [Bm] _
in front of all this [F#m] understanding nothing.
_ _ [E] _ [F#m] _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ [E] _
[F#m] Water dungeons and balloons, _ [E] sharp against [F#m] spring snow, _ remind me of [E] another time, [F#m] in Japanese temple.
_ [E] _
[F#m] There was a single orange blossom at the wrong time of year.
[E] _ _
[F#m] Seemed like a sign _ _ [E]
[F#m] when I looked again.
_ _ [E] _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ Weaver's fingers [F#m] flying on the loom. _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ [F#] [E] Patterns shift too fast to [F#m] be [A] discerned.
[F#m] _ _ _ _
[D] _ All these years of thinking
_ [C#m] _ ended up like this, [Bm] _ in front of all this beauty, _
[F#m] understanding nothing. _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ All these years of thinking
_ [C#m] _ ended up like this, [Bm] in front of all this beauty, [F#m] understanding nothing. _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ [C#m] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ [E] _ [Bm] _ _
[G#] _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _