Chords for Floater- Diamond
Tempo:
114.6 bpm
Chords used:
Ab
Eb
Bb
B
Db
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Ab] [Eb]
[Ab] [Eb]
He [Ab] pulls open his eyes [Eb] as he rides into town.
[Ab] Oh, the blood on his hands is [Eb] washed down by the [Ab] rain.
[Eb] Those [Ab] bloodthirsty hangmen of Pilate [Eb] are waiting no more.
[Ab]
[Ab] Now that their crimson stories [Eb] are told.
To the grave, to the grave.
[Ab] And he knows [B] that it's too late.
[Ab] And the other team [Gb] is far too tired.
I know that he's [B] not at all.
[Db] He's the only diamond [Ab] I keep there.
[Bb] Inside.
[Ab] Oh, yeah.
[Eb] And it keeps him inspired.
Oh, no.
[Ab]
[Eb] [Ab] He sleeps in a [Eb] payphone and dreams of the sea.
[Ab]
[Eb] Yeah, [Ab] when he wakes he's still aching [Eb] and cold and alone.
[Ab]
Yeah, he [Ab] looks back to the childhood [Eb] he had.
[Ab] For all the children [Eb] went mad.
[Ab] He loves that revolver [Eb] like it was a [Ab]
precious [Eb] stone.
And [Ab] by his side he [Gb] knows [B] that it's too late.
[Ab] And the other team is [B] far too tired.
[Ab] And he knows that he is [B] not at all.
[Db] He's the only diamond [Ab] that keeps him
[Bb] [Bbm] inspired.
[Bb] [Bbm] And the belief of freedom keeps him warm.
The light of the way.
A cabaret [Ab] actor now a proselyte.
A keen scrutinizer and a new parasite.
And he looks more than Nazarene in every dirty magazine.
Looks more than Nazarene. Yeah.
[Bb]
[Eb] Yeah.
[Ab]
Oh, [Db] yeah.
[Bb]
Oh, he sees anger just when the world is [Ab] made of gold.
Oh,
[Eb] [Bbm]
he sees [Bb] anger just when the [Ab] world is made of gold.
Oh, he sees anger just when [Eb] the world is made of [Bb] gold.
God is love.
[Ab]
Yeah, [Bb] he sees again just what the world is made of.
He sees what the world is made of.
He keeps firing, repeating God is love.
God is [Bb] love.
[Ab]
Repeating God is [Bb] love.
[Ab]
[Bb]
[Ab]
[Bb]
[Ab] [Eb]
He [Ab] pulls open his eyes [Eb] as he rides into town.
[Ab] Oh, the blood on his hands is [Eb] washed down by the [Ab] rain.
[Eb] Those [Ab] bloodthirsty hangmen of Pilate [Eb] are waiting no more.
[Ab]
[Ab] Now that their crimson stories [Eb] are told.
To the grave, to the grave.
[Ab] And he knows [B] that it's too late.
[Ab] And the other team [Gb] is far too tired.
I know that he's [B] not at all.
[Db] He's the only diamond [Ab] I keep there.
[Bb] Inside.
[Ab] Oh, yeah.
[Eb] And it keeps him inspired.
Oh, no.
[Ab]
[Eb] [Ab] He sleeps in a [Eb] payphone and dreams of the sea.
[Ab]
[Eb] Yeah, [Ab] when he wakes he's still aching [Eb] and cold and alone.
[Ab]
Yeah, he [Ab] looks back to the childhood [Eb] he had.
[Ab] For all the children [Eb] went mad.
[Ab] He loves that revolver [Eb] like it was a [Ab]
precious [Eb] stone.
And [Ab] by his side he [Gb] knows [B] that it's too late.
[Ab] And the other team is [B] far too tired.
[Ab] And he knows that he is [B] not at all.
[Db] He's the only diamond [Ab] that keeps him
[Bb] [Bbm] inspired.
[Bb] [Bbm] And the belief of freedom keeps him warm.
The light of the way.
A cabaret [Ab] actor now a proselyte.
A keen scrutinizer and a new parasite.
And he looks more than Nazarene in every dirty magazine.
Looks more than Nazarene. Yeah.
[Bb]
[Eb] Yeah.
[Ab]
Oh, [Db] yeah.
[Bb]
Oh, he sees anger just when the world is [Ab] made of gold.
Oh,
[Eb] [Bbm]
he sees [Bb] anger just when the [Ab] world is made of gold.
Oh, he sees anger just when [Eb] the world is made of [Bb] gold.
God is love.
[Ab]
Yeah, [Bb] he sees again just what the world is made of.
He sees what the world is made of.
He keeps firing, repeating God is love.
God is [Bb] love.
[Ab]
Repeating God is [Bb] love.
[Ab]
[Bb]
[Ab]
[Bb]
Key:
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Eb
Bb
B
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Eb
Bb
_ [Ab] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _
_ [Ab] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _
He [Ab] pulls open his eyes [Eb] as he rides into town. _ _ _ _ _ _
[Ab] Oh, the blood on his hands is [Eb] washed down by the [Ab] rain.
_ _ _ [Eb] _ Those [Ab] bloodthirsty hangmen of Pilate [Eb] are waiting no more.
_ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _
[Ab] Now that their crimson stories [Eb] are _ told.
To the grave, _ to the _ grave.
[Ab] And he knows [B] that it's too late.
[Ab] And the other team [Gb] is far too tired.
I know that he's [B] not at all.
[Db] He's the only diamond [Ab] I keep _ there.
_ _ _ [Bb] Inside. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Ab] Oh, yeah. _
[Eb] _ _ And it keeps him _ inspired.
_ _ _ Oh, no.
[Ab] _ _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ [Ab] He sleeps in a [Eb] payphone and dreams of the sea.
[Ab] _ _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ Yeah, [Ab] when he wakes he's still aching [Eb] and cold and alone.
_ _ [Ab] _
_ _ _ Yeah, he [Ab] looks back to the childhood [Eb] he had.
_ _ [Ab] For all the children [Eb] went mad.
_ [Ab] He loves that revolver [Eb] like it was a [Ab] _ _
precious [Eb] stone.
And [Ab] by his side he [Gb] knows [B] that it's too late.
_ [Ab] And the other team is [B] far too tired.
_ [Ab] And he knows that he is [B] not at all.
[Db] He's the only diamond [Ab] that keeps him _ _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ [Bbm] inspired. _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ [Bbm] _ And the belief of freedom keeps him warm. _ _
_ The light of the way. _ _
A cabaret [Ab] actor now a proselyte.
_ A keen scrutinizer and a new parasite.
And he looks more than Nazarene in every dirty magazine.
Looks more than Nazarene. Yeah.
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] Yeah.
_ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Oh, [Db] yeah.
[Bb] _ _ _ _
Oh, he sees anger just when the world is [Ab] made of gold.
_ Oh,
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ _ [Bbm] _ _
he sees [Bb] anger _ just when the [Ab] world is made of gold.
_ _ Oh, he sees anger _ just when [Eb] the world is made of [Bb] gold.
God _ _ is love.
_ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _
_ _ _ Yeah, [Bb] he sees again just what the world is made of.
_ He sees what the world is made of.
_ He keeps firing, _ repeating God is love. _
_ _ _ God is [Bb] love. _
_ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _
_ _ Repeating God is [Bb] love. _
_ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Ab] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _
He [Ab] pulls open his eyes [Eb] as he rides into town. _ _ _ _ _ _
[Ab] Oh, the blood on his hands is [Eb] washed down by the [Ab] rain.
_ _ _ [Eb] _ Those [Ab] bloodthirsty hangmen of Pilate [Eb] are waiting no more.
_ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _
[Ab] Now that their crimson stories [Eb] are _ told.
To the grave, _ to the _ grave.
[Ab] And he knows [B] that it's too late.
[Ab] And the other team [Gb] is far too tired.
I know that he's [B] not at all.
[Db] He's the only diamond [Ab] I keep _ there.
_ _ _ [Bb] Inside. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Ab] Oh, yeah. _
[Eb] _ _ And it keeps him _ inspired.
_ _ _ Oh, no.
[Ab] _ _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ [Ab] He sleeps in a [Eb] payphone and dreams of the sea.
[Ab] _ _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ Yeah, [Ab] when he wakes he's still aching [Eb] and cold and alone.
_ _ [Ab] _
_ _ _ Yeah, he [Ab] looks back to the childhood [Eb] he had.
_ _ [Ab] For all the children [Eb] went mad.
_ [Ab] He loves that revolver [Eb] like it was a [Ab] _ _
precious [Eb] stone.
And [Ab] by his side he [Gb] knows [B] that it's too late.
_ [Ab] And the other team is [B] far too tired.
_ [Ab] And he knows that he is [B] not at all.
[Db] He's the only diamond [Ab] that keeps him _ _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ [Bbm] inspired. _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ [Bbm] _ And the belief of freedom keeps him warm. _ _
_ The light of the way. _ _
A cabaret [Ab] actor now a proselyte.
_ A keen scrutinizer and a new parasite.
And he looks more than Nazarene in every dirty magazine.
Looks more than Nazarene. Yeah.
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] Yeah.
_ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Oh, [Db] yeah.
[Bb] _ _ _ _
Oh, he sees anger just when the world is [Ab] made of gold.
_ Oh,
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ _ [Bbm] _ _
he sees [Bb] anger _ just when the [Ab] world is made of gold.
_ _ Oh, he sees anger _ just when [Eb] the world is made of [Bb] gold.
God _ _ is love.
_ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _
_ _ _ Yeah, [Bb] he sees again just what the world is made of.
_ He sees what the world is made of.
_ He keeps firing, _ repeating God is love. _
_ _ _ God is [Bb] love. _
_ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _
_ _ Repeating God is [Bb] love. _
_ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
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