VERSION: Edited
Getting Started - by LyricLighthouse
To learn Fiona Apple - Limp chords with lyrics, your practice should emphasize these chord progressions: B, A, Fm, G, F#m, C, Dm, Am, F. A good strategy is to initiate at 59 BPM and then accelerate to the track's regular speed of 120 BPM. Fine-tune the capo based on your vocal range, ensuring it complements the key of C.
Am _ _
Fm _ _
G _ _
F#m _ _ .
G _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
A _ _
Fm _ _
G _ _
F#m _ _ .
B _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
A You
Fm wanna make
G me sick,
F#m you wanna lick
B my wounds, _ _ don't you
A baby?.
Fm You want the
G badge of honor
F#m when you save
F my _ _ hide.
_ _ _ .
A _
Fm Show the world
Gm in the way
F#m of the day
B of doom, baby.
_
A _ .
_
Fm If you need
G my shame
F#m to reclaim
B your pride.
_ _ _ _
Dm _ .
_
Am When I think of
D it, my
Am fingers turn to
F fist.
I never
C did
Dm anything to you, man.
_ .
No
Am matter what I
F try, you feed me
D with your bitter
Am lies.
So call me
G# crazy,
Am hold me down, make me
F#m cry.
Get off now,
F baby.
It
C won't be long till
B you be lying
E left in your
Am own
N hands.
_ _ _ _ _
A _ .
_
Fm You feed
G the beast
F#m I have
B within me.
_ _ _ _ _ .
A You
Fm wave the red
G flag, baby,
F#m you make
F it run, _
G _ _ run, run.
A _ _
C# Standing on the
F#m sidelines, waving
B and grinning.
Em _ _ _ _ .
A _
Fm You find
G my trigger,
F#m then you blame
B my gun.
_ _ _ _
A _ _ .
Dm _
Am When I think of
D it, my
Am fingers turn to
F fist.
I
C never did
Dm anything to you, man.
_ .
No
Am matter what I
F try, you feed me
D with your bitter
Am lies.
So call me
G# crazy,
C hold me down, make me
F# cry.
Get off now,
F baby.
It
C won't be long till
Bm you be lying
E left in your
A own
B hands.
_ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _
D _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _
C# _
G _ .
_
Bm _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
A _
D _
A _ _ _ _
D _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _
C _ _ .
_
D _ _ _
Cm _ _ _ _ .
_
D _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
G _ _ _
C _ _
Dm _
F#m _ _ .
_ _
N _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
E _ .
A _ _
Fm _ _
G _ _
F#m _ _ .
B _ _
F _ _ _ _ _ _ .
A _ _
C# _ _
G _ _
F#m _ _ .
F _ _ _ _ _ _
Dm _ .
When
A I think of
D it, my
Am fingers turn to
F fist.
I
C never did anything
Dm to you, man.
_ _ .
No
Am matter what I
F try, you feed me
D with your bitter
Am lies.
So call me
G# crazy,
C hold me down, make me cry.
F# Get off now,
F baby.
It won't
C be long till
Bm you be lying left
E in your