Chords for HALFMAN'S SONG - Game Of Thrones Tyrion Lannister Song by Miracle Of Sound (Folk/Orchestral/Ballad)
Tempo:
120 bpm
Chords used:
A
Em
E
F
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A] [Em]
[A] [Em]
[Dm] [Am]
[F] [E] [A]
There are some who are born [E] distinguished, There [A] are some who are raised [Em] in praise,
[Dm] But me, I was always [C] the last [A] in line, [F] A blot in [E] my [A] father's gaze.
No cheekbones chiseled on [E] a feline face, No [A] skill or savvy with [Em] a sword,
But [Dm] this game we all play is [Am] one in wily ways, And [F] sly is [E] this littlest [A] law.
[Bb] Cruel tricks [A] of romance, [G] degraded by [Am] their spite,
You [Bb] snub your cub [A] too many times, [G] you just might feel [Bb] his bite.
[A] Beware, beware of [Em] the words I twist, I [A] am small but my reach is [Em] long,
And [Dm] the ravens, black against [Am] the winter's mist, [F] Are whispering [E] the half-mad [A] song.
[F] They're whispering [E] the half [A]-mad song.
[Em]
[A] [Em]
[Dm] [C] [A]
[F] [E] [A]
The land is a blooming [Em] orchard, with [A] fruits so juicy [Em] and ripe,
With [Dm] a clink of a coin, loose [Am] the lion's loin, Play [F] a tune on [E] the half [A]-man's pipe.
In the arms of a whore I made [E] a promise, [A] Sink it deeper into danger [Em] every day.
Cut [Dm] through all their shit with [C] a [Am] brazen wit, [F] Molding puppets from [E] their minds [A] of clay.
[Bb] I'm no man [A] of honor, [G] myself is my [Am] true king, But [Bb] somewhere deep [A] within me,
[Am] [G] The bells of [Bb] conscience ring.
[A] Beware, beware of [Em] the words I twist, I [A] am small but my reach is [Em] long,
And [Dm] the ravens, black against [Am] the winter's mist, [F] Are whispering [E] the half-mad [A] song.
[F] They're whispering [Am] the half [A]-mad song.
[Em]
[A] [Em]
[D] [C] [A]
[F] [E] [A]
[N]
[A] [Em]
[Dm] [Am]
[F] [E] [A]
There are some who are born [E] distinguished, There [A] are some who are raised [Em] in praise,
[Dm] But me, I was always [C] the last [A] in line, [F] A blot in [E] my [A] father's gaze.
No cheekbones chiseled on [E] a feline face, No [A] skill or savvy with [Em] a sword,
But [Dm] this game we all play is [Am] one in wily ways, And [F] sly is [E] this littlest [A] law.
[Bb] Cruel tricks [A] of romance, [G] degraded by [Am] their spite,
You [Bb] snub your cub [A] too many times, [G] you just might feel [Bb] his bite.
[A] Beware, beware of [Em] the words I twist, I [A] am small but my reach is [Em] long,
And [Dm] the ravens, black against [Am] the winter's mist, [F] Are whispering [E] the half-mad [A] song.
[F] They're whispering [E] the half [A]-mad song.
[Em]
[A] [Em]
[Dm] [C] [A]
[F] [E] [A]
The land is a blooming [Em] orchard, with [A] fruits so juicy [Em] and ripe,
With [Dm] a clink of a coin, loose [Am] the lion's loin, Play [F] a tune on [E] the half [A]-man's pipe.
In the arms of a whore I made [E] a promise, [A] Sink it deeper into danger [Em] every day.
Cut [Dm] through all their shit with [C] a [Am] brazen wit, [F] Molding puppets from [E] their minds [A] of clay.
[Bb] I'm no man [A] of honor, [G] myself is my [Am] true king, But [Bb] somewhere deep [A] within me,
[Am] [G] The bells of [Bb] conscience ring.
[A] Beware, beware of [Em] the words I twist, I [A] am small but my reach is [Em] long,
And [Dm] the ravens, black against [Am] the winter's mist, [F] Are whispering [E] the half-mad [A] song.
[F] They're whispering [Am] the half [A]-mad song.
[Em]
[A] [Em]
[D] [C] [A]
[F] [E] [A]
[N]
Key:
A
Em
E
F
Am
A
Em
E
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _
There are some who are born [E] distinguished, There [A] are some who are raised [Em] in praise,
[Dm] But me, I was always [C] the last [A] in line, [F] A blot in [E] my [A] father's gaze.
No _ cheekbones chiseled on [E] a feline face, No [A] skill or savvy with [Em] a sword,
But [Dm] this game we all play is [Am] one in wily ways, And [F] sly is [E] this littlest [A] law. _
_ [Bb] Cruel tricks [A] of romance, _ [G] _ degraded by [Am] their spite,
You [Bb] snub your cub [A] too many times, [G] you just might feel [Bb] his bite.
_ [A] Beware, beware of [Em] the words I twist, I [A] am small but my reach is [Em] long,
And [Dm] the ravens, black against [Am] the winter's mist, [F] Are whispering [E] the half-mad [A] song. _
[F] They're whispering [E] the half [A]-mad song. _
_ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ _ [C] _ [A] _ _
_ [F] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _ _
The land is a blooming [Em] _ orchard, with [A] fruits so juicy [Em] and ripe,
With [Dm] a clink of a coin, loose [Am] the lion's loin, Play [F] a tune on [E] the half [A]-man's pipe.
In the arms of a whore I made [E] a promise, _ [A] Sink it deeper into danger [Em] every day.
Cut [Dm] through all their shit with [C] a [Am] brazen wit, [F] Molding puppets from [E] their minds [A] of clay. _
_ [Bb] I'm no man [A] of honor, _ [G] myself is my [Am] true king, But [Bb] somewhere deep [A] within me,
[Am] [G] The bells of [Bb] conscience ring. _
_ [A] Beware, beware of [Em] the words I twist, I [A] am small but my reach is [Em] long,
And [Dm] the ravens, black against [Am] the winter's mist, [F] Are whispering [E] the half-mad [A] song. _
[F] They're whispering [Am] the half [A]-mad song. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [A] _
_ [F] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _
There are some who are born [E] distinguished, There [A] are some who are raised [Em] in praise,
[Dm] But me, I was always [C] the last [A] in line, [F] A blot in [E] my [A] father's gaze.
No _ cheekbones chiseled on [E] a feline face, No [A] skill or savvy with [Em] a sword,
But [Dm] this game we all play is [Am] one in wily ways, And [F] sly is [E] this littlest [A] law. _
_ [Bb] Cruel tricks [A] of romance, _ [G] _ degraded by [Am] their spite,
You [Bb] snub your cub [A] too many times, [G] you just might feel [Bb] his bite.
_ [A] Beware, beware of [Em] the words I twist, I [A] am small but my reach is [Em] long,
And [Dm] the ravens, black against [Am] the winter's mist, [F] Are whispering [E] the half-mad [A] song. _
[F] They're whispering [E] the half [A]-mad song. _
_ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ _ [C] _ [A] _ _
_ [F] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _ _
The land is a blooming [Em] _ orchard, with [A] fruits so juicy [Em] and ripe,
With [Dm] a clink of a coin, loose [Am] the lion's loin, Play [F] a tune on [E] the half [A]-man's pipe.
In the arms of a whore I made [E] a promise, _ [A] Sink it deeper into danger [Em] every day.
Cut [Dm] through all their shit with [C] a [Am] brazen wit, [F] Molding puppets from [E] their minds [A] of clay. _
_ [Bb] I'm no man [A] of honor, _ [G] myself is my [Am] true king, But [Bb] somewhere deep [A] within me,
[Am] [G] The bells of [Bb] conscience ring. _
_ [A] Beware, beware of [Em] the words I twist, I [A] am small but my reach is [Em] long,
And [Dm] the ravens, black against [Am] the winter's mist, [F] Are whispering [E] the half-mad [A] song. _
[F] They're whispering [Am] the half [A]-mad song. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [A] _
_ [F] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _