Cyclone Season Chords.WMV by Graeme Connors
Tempo:
110.15 bpm
Chords used:
B
E
C#
F#
D#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Jam Along & Learn...
The mangroves are quiet, there's no sound of living, no sign of life.
turning the morning back into the [C#] night.
prayers reassure us, nature is no match for man and his wisdom.
time, this is a time without rhyme, without reason.
outcome can never [E] be known.
cycle [B] season.
[F#] Streets are all empty, the smell of expectancy hangs in the air.
a hammer is beating, a final repair.
turning the morning back into the [C#] night.
prayers reassure us, nature is no match for man and his wisdom.
time, this is a time without rhyme, without reason.
outcome can never [E] be known.
cycle [B] season.
[F#] Streets are all empty, the smell of expectancy hangs in the air.
a hammer is beating, a final repair.
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B
E
C#
F#
D#m
B
E
C#
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_ _ The mangroves are quiet, _ _ _ there's no sound of living, no sign of life.
Dark clouds are forming, _ _ _ turning the morning back into the [C#] night.
_ Huddled in fear, our prayers reassure us, nature is no match for man and his wisdom.
[B] But this is a dangerous _ time, _ this is a time without rhyme, without reason.
This is a time when the outcome can never [E] be known.
Oh, _ _ _ cycle [B] _ season. _ _
_ _ _ [F#] Streets are all empty, _ _ the smell of expectancy hangs in the air.
A baby is crying, _ _ a hammer is beating, a final repair.
[C#] _ Straining our ears till finally we hear it, the high lonesome moaning of [C#] anger and fury.
[B] And this is a dangerous time, _ _ this is a time without rhyme, without reason.
This is a time when the outcome can never [E] be known. _ _
_ _ [B] Cycle season. _ _
_ _ [F#] And down at the dockside, old Captain McDaniel cries out, who's [D#m] coming with me?
_ _ My Captain Ahab will go out and face it, throwing our fate on the sea.
[B] _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ This is a dangerous time, _ _ _ this is a time without rhyme, without reason.
_ This is a time when the outcome can never [E] be _ known. _
_ _ _ [B] Cycle season. _ _
_ _ _ _ This is a dangerous _ time, _ _ this is a time without rhyme, without reason.
This is a time when the outcome can never [E] be _ known. _
_ _ [B] Cycle season. _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ The mangroves are quiet, _ _ _ there's no sound of living, no sign of life.
Dark clouds are forming, _ _ _ turning the morning back into the [C#] night.
_ Huddled in fear, our prayers reassure us, nature is no match for man and his wisdom.
[B] But this is a dangerous _ time, _ this is a time without rhyme, without reason.
This is a time when the outcome can never [E] be known.
Oh, _ _ _ cycle [B] _ season. _ _
_ _ _ [F#] Streets are all empty, _ _ the smell of expectancy hangs in the air.
A baby is crying, _ _ a hammer is beating, a final repair.
[C#] _ Straining our ears till finally we hear it, the high lonesome moaning of [C#] anger and fury.
[B] And this is a dangerous time, _ _ this is a time without rhyme, without reason.
This is a time when the outcome can never [E] be known. _ _
_ _ [B] Cycle season. _ _
_ _ [F#] And down at the dockside, old Captain McDaniel cries out, who's [D#m] coming with me?
_ _ My Captain Ahab will go out and face it, throwing our fate on the sea.
[B] _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ This is a dangerous time, _ _ _ this is a time without rhyme, without reason.
_ This is a time when the outcome can never [E] be _ known. _
_ _ _ [B] Cycle season. _ _
_ _ _ _ This is a dangerous _ time, _ _ this is a time without rhyme, without reason.
This is a time when the outcome can never [E] be _ known. _
_ _ [B] Cycle season. _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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