Chords for High Pressure Low - Against Me! [Download and Lyrics in Description]
Tempo:
95.45 bpm
Chords used:
B
F#
E
D
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[C#] [F#] [E] [B]
[F#] [E] [B]
[F#] [E] [B]
[F#] [E]
[C#] [B] There was a high pistol load developing off the coast of Africa.
[E] Uplifting the atmosphere, pushed waves across the ocean,
[B] pulled tentiles and bonnet, while I faced in [F#] agitation.
[B] My truth couldn't pose a steady ignition,
though I [E] pressed a warm washcloth to my face.
[B] Somewhere out there, a [F#] hurricane is coming.
[B] There's dystopia to laugh for us to [F#] dream of,
[B] living in an era of instability.
[F#] So caught [B] up in the culture of our rivals,
we're breathing [F#] on its neck.
It's a high [B] pistol load.
[F#] [E] It's a high [B] pistol load.
[F#] [E] [B] Seven missiles flying over the sea of Japan,
[E] tails of feral children,
sleeping in wolf pens [B] and the pious British commands.
I hold my breath in [F#] anticipation.
[E] [B] Into the shelter of the jungle, no savages run.
[E] There's no verdant triumph over lifelong inhibitions.
[B] And I wonder, what is real, what [F#] is fiction?
[B] There's dystopia to laugh for us to dream [F#] of,
[B] living in an era of instability.
[F#] So caught [B] up in the culture of our rivals,
we're breathing on [F#] its neck.
It's a high [B] pistol load.
[F#]
[E] It's a high [B] pistol load.
[F#]
[E] [D] Will anyone forget Robert McNamara?
[G] In retrospect, he has to admit
there was [D] a mistake in going to war
without first asking [A] all the questions.
[D] Yes, Robert Strange McNamara,
there [G] are those who just cannot forget.
[D] And I wonder, how I lost my [A] old division.
[G] There's dystopia to laugh for us [D] to [A] dream of,
[G] living in an era of instability.
[D]
[A] So caught [G] up in the culture of our rivals,
[D] we're breathing on [A] its neck.
It's a high [D] pistol load.
[A] [G] It's a high [D] pistol load.
[A] [G] It's a high [D] pistol load.
[A] [G] It's a high [D] pistol load.
[A] [G]
[E] [D]
[F#] [E] [B]
[F#] [E] [B]
[F#] [E]
[C#] [B] There was a high pistol load developing off the coast of Africa.
[E] Uplifting the atmosphere, pushed waves across the ocean,
[B] pulled tentiles and bonnet, while I faced in [F#] agitation.
[B] My truth couldn't pose a steady ignition,
though I [E] pressed a warm washcloth to my face.
[B] Somewhere out there, a [F#] hurricane is coming.
[B] There's dystopia to laugh for us to [F#] dream of,
[B] living in an era of instability.
[F#] So caught [B] up in the culture of our rivals,
we're breathing [F#] on its neck.
It's a high [B] pistol load.
[F#] [E] It's a high [B] pistol load.
[F#] [E] [B] Seven missiles flying over the sea of Japan,
[E] tails of feral children,
sleeping in wolf pens [B] and the pious British commands.
I hold my breath in [F#] anticipation.
[E] [B] Into the shelter of the jungle, no savages run.
[E] There's no verdant triumph over lifelong inhibitions.
[B] And I wonder, what is real, what [F#] is fiction?
[B] There's dystopia to laugh for us to dream [F#] of,
[B] living in an era of instability.
[F#] So caught [B] up in the culture of our rivals,
we're breathing on [F#] its neck.
It's a high [B] pistol load.
[F#]
[E] It's a high [B] pistol load.
[F#]
[E] [D] Will anyone forget Robert McNamara?
[G] In retrospect, he has to admit
there was [D] a mistake in going to war
without first asking [A] all the questions.
[D] Yes, Robert Strange McNamara,
there [G] are those who just cannot forget.
[D] And I wonder, how I lost my [A] old division.
[G] There's dystopia to laugh for us [D] to [A] dream of,
[G] living in an era of instability.
[D]
[A] So caught [G] up in the culture of our rivals,
[D] we're breathing on [A] its neck.
It's a high [D] pistol load.
[A] [G] It's a high [D] pistol load.
[A] [G] It's a high [D] pistol load.
[A] [G] It's a high [D] pistol load.
[A] [G]
[E] [D]
Key:
B
F#
E
D
G
B
F#
E
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[C#] _ _ [F#] _ _ [E] _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ [F#] _ _ [E] _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ [F#] _ _ [E] _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ [F#] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[C#] _ [B] There was a high pistol load developing off the coast of Africa.
[E] Uplifting the atmosphere, pushed waves across the ocean,
[B] pulled tentiles and bonnet, _ while I faced in [F#] agitation. _ _ _ _
_ [B] My truth couldn't pose a steady ignition,
though I [E] pressed a warm washcloth to my face.
_ [B] Somewhere out _ _ there, a [F#] hurricane is coming. _ _ _ _
_ [B] There's dystopia to laugh for us to [F#] dream of,
[B] living in an era of instability. _
[F#] So caught [B] up in the culture of our rivals,
we're breathing [F#] on its neck.
_ It's a high [B] pistol load.
_ [F#] _ [E] It's a high [B] pistol load.
_ _ [F#] _ _ [E] _ _ [B] Seven missiles flying over the sea of Japan,
[E] tails of feral children,
sleeping in wolf pens [B] and the pious British commands.
_ I hold my breath in [F#] anticipation.
_ _ _ _ [E] _ [B] Into the shelter of the jungle, no savages run.
[E] There's no verdant triumph over lifelong inhibitions.
[B] And I wonder, _ _ _ what is real, what [F#] is fiction?
_ _ _ _ _ [B] There's dystopia to laugh for us to dream [F#] of,
[B] living in an era of instability.
_ _ [F#] So caught [B] up in the culture of our rivals,
we're breathing on [F#] its neck. _ _
It's a high [B] pistol load.
_ [F#] _
[E] It's a high [B] pistol load.
_ _ [F#] _ _
[E] _ [D] Will anyone forget Robert McNamara?
[G] In retrospect, he has to admit
there was [D] a mistake in going to war
without first asking [A] all the questions. _ _ _
_ [D] Yes, Robert Strange _ McNamara,
there [G] are those who just cannot forget.
_ [D] And I wonder, _ _ how I lost my [A] old division. _ _ _ _
_ [G] There's dystopia to laugh for us [D] to [A] dream of,
[G] living in an era of instability.
[D] _ _
[A] So caught [G] up in the culture of our rivals,
[D] we're breathing on [A] its neck.
It's a high [D] pistol load.
_ _ [A] _ [G] It's a high [D] pistol load.
_ _ [A] _ [G] It's a high [D] pistol load.
_ [A] _ [G] It's a high [D] pistol load.
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[E] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
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[C#] _ _ [F#] _ _ [E] _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ [F#] _ _ [E] _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ [F#] _ _ [E] _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ [F#] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[C#] _ [B] There was a high pistol load developing off the coast of Africa.
[E] Uplifting the atmosphere, pushed waves across the ocean,
[B] pulled tentiles and bonnet, _ while I faced in [F#] agitation. _ _ _ _
_ [B] My truth couldn't pose a steady ignition,
though I [E] pressed a warm washcloth to my face.
_ [B] Somewhere out _ _ there, a [F#] hurricane is coming. _ _ _ _
_ [B] There's dystopia to laugh for us to [F#] dream of,
[B] living in an era of instability. _
[F#] So caught [B] up in the culture of our rivals,
we're breathing [F#] on its neck.
_ It's a high [B] pistol load.
_ [F#] _ [E] It's a high [B] pistol load.
_ _ [F#] _ _ [E] _ _ [B] Seven missiles flying over the sea of Japan,
[E] tails of feral children,
sleeping in wolf pens [B] and the pious British commands.
_ I hold my breath in [F#] anticipation.
_ _ _ _ [E] _ [B] Into the shelter of the jungle, no savages run.
[E] There's no verdant triumph over lifelong inhibitions.
[B] And I wonder, _ _ _ what is real, what [F#] is fiction?
_ _ _ _ _ [B] There's dystopia to laugh for us to dream [F#] of,
[B] living in an era of instability.
_ _ [F#] So caught [B] up in the culture of our rivals,
we're breathing on [F#] its neck. _ _
It's a high [B] pistol load.
_ [F#] _
[E] It's a high [B] pistol load.
_ _ [F#] _ _
[E] _ [D] Will anyone forget Robert McNamara?
[G] In retrospect, he has to admit
there was [D] a mistake in going to war
without first asking [A] all the questions. _ _ _
_ [D] Yes, Robert Strange _ McNamara,
there [G] are those who just cannot forget.
_ [D] And I wonder, _ _ how I lost my [A] old division. _ _ _ _
_ [G] There's dystopia to laugh for us [D] to [A] dream of,
[G] living in an era of instability.
[D] _ _
[A] So caught [G] up in the culture of our rivals,
[D] we're breathing on [A] its neck.
It's a high [D] pistol load.
_ _ [A] _ [G] It's a high [D] pistol load.
_ _ [A] _ [G] It's a high [D] pistol load.
_ [A] _ [G] It's a high [D] pistol load.
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