Chords for Jeff St John Feat, Ross East, Kevin Borich
Tempo:
87.25 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
A
Em
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
There have been times that I've been asked what I do with my spare time.
[G#]
And what [G] I try and do is to [F#] set down on paper some of the things that bother me or really please me.
During the last election, I happened to be watching a debate,
and it inspired a thing that I'd like to offer you now.
It's a thing called the New Centurions.
It goes like this.
Flowing silver streams of dreams flow from the mouths of the kings, it seems,
as easily as water flows from mountaintop to ocean.
Happy Sunday promises that we'll have as much as the Thomases,
[E] while suppressing voices that might stem their auto [G]-motion.
The image-makers [N] primp and preen to try and mould the king, it seems,
into a guise we all appear to have long awaited.
But the New Centurions silently wait, as the new Caesars quietly debate.
The might that once was Rome is gone with Egypt as with Babylon,
and buildings could be stones upon the bones of many a dead nation.
See that man who holds the floor, his hair was not that long before.
Apparently the idea men have spoken to him lately.
Still the New Centurions silently [G] wait, as the new Caesars quietly debate.
The storyteller [A] weaves a web of how the families shall [G] be fed
that sign the declaration that will bring the king to reign.
The promises of fairness seem to lack a real awareness,
as the seabirds fly [F#] away to be never seen [C] again.
And standing in the shadow with a voice that chills the marrow of your bones
is a man who may [D] someday rule your fate.
He's the New Centurion who silently waits, as the new Caesars quietly debate.
Give to Caesar that which is truly Caesar's and rightly his,
but let no private [C] army decide my [G] brother's earthly fate.
[D]
[A] [D]
Sometimes a man he falls so [G] hard that he breaks at the seams and he comes apart.
[A] He'd rather stay [G] down than get up and fall [D] down again.
Then maybe out of the night, angel [G] appeared.
She makes him up as he dries his [A] tears,
and he know [G] that she's there when he [D] needs a friend.
Who takes the dying man, [G] makes him feel [D] alive again.
[Em] Well, it looks like [C#] nothing can.
[Gm] Who takes the world [D] to reign [G] and brings a sweet son [D] again.
[Em] A miracle would [C#] undo only a [D] woman like you.
[A] I need a woman [D] like you.
[Em] Only [A] a woman [D] like
[G] [A] [G]
[D] you.
I say, isn't it funny how in times of [G] bad,
the only thing about the good times you [A] had,
and the [G] past seems like it was [D] never there at all.
But I came to learn, I said, you often and the past walked [G] out.
Now it's tomorrow that I'm thinking about,
[A] cause I know [G] that when you catch me, [D] you'll be there on the floor.
[G] Who takes the dying man and makes him feel alive [D] again.
[Em] Well, it looks like nothing can.
[G] Who takes the world to [G] reign and brings a sweet son [D] again.
[Em] A miracle would undo only a woman [D] like you.
I [Em] need a woman like you.
[Em] Only [A] a woman [D] like you.
[Em] Oh, [A] don't I love you so?
[Em] Oh, I said, [A] don't I need you?
Now I want to tell you I know I hate you.
[G] Who takes the [D] dying man [G] and makes him feel [D] alive again.
[Em] Well, it looks like [A] nothing can.
[G] Who takes the [D] world to reign [G] and brings a sweet [D] son again.
[Em] A miracle [A] would undo only [D] a woman like you.
[A] I need a [D] woman like you.
[Em] Only a woman [D] like [G] [D]
you.
[A] [D]
[A] [D]
[G] [D]
I love you.
[D]
[Am]
[A] [G]
[Em] [C]
[G]
[Em] [G]
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[G] [C] [F]
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[N]
[G#]
And what [G] I try and do is to [F#] set down on paper some of the things that bother me or really please me.
During the last election, I happened to be watching a debate,
and it inspired a thing that I'd like to offer you now.
It's a thing called the New Centurions.
It goes like this.
Flowing silver streams of dreams flow from the mouths of the kings, it seems,
as easily as water flows from mountaintop to ocean.
Happy Sunday promises that we'll have as much as the Thomases,
[E] while suppressing voices that might stem their auto [G]-motion.
The image-makers [N] primp and preen to try and mould the king, it seems,
into a guise we all appear to have long awaited.
But the New Centurions silently wait, as the new Caesars quietly debate.
The might that once was Rome is gone with Egypt as with Babylon,
and buildings could be stones upon the bones of many a dead nation.
See that man who holds the floor, his hair was not that long before.
Apparently the idea men have spoken to him lately.
Still the New Centurions silently [G] wait, as the new Caesars quietly debate.
The storyteller [A] weaves a web of how the families shall [G] be fed
that sign the declaration that will bring the king to reign.
The promises of fairness seem to lack a real awareness,
as the seabirds fly [F#] away to be never seen [C] again.
And standing in the shadow with a voice that chills the marrow of your bones
is a man who may [D] someday rule your fate.
He's the New Centurion who silently waits, as the new Caesars quietly debate.
Give to Caesar that which is truly Caesar's and rightly his,
but let no private [C] army decide my [G] brother's earthly fate.
[D]
[A] [D]
Sometimes a man he falls so [G] hard that he breaks at the seams and he comes apart.
[A] He'd rather stay [G] down than get up and fall [D] down again.
Then maybe out of the night, angel [G] appeared.
She makes him up as he dries his [A] tears,
and he know [G] that she's there when he [D] needs a friend.
Who takes the dying man, [G] makes him feel [D] alive again.
[Em] Well, it looks like [C#] nothing can.
[Gm] Who takes the world [D] to reign [G] and brings a sweet son [D] again.
[Em] A miracle would [C#] undo only a [D] woman like you.
[A] I need a woman [D] like you.
[Em] Only [A] a woman [D] like
[G] [A] [G]
[D] you.
I say, isn't it funny how in times of [G] bad,
the only thing about the good times you [A] had,
and the [G] past seems like it was [D] never there at all.
But I came to learn, I said, you often and the past walked [G] out.
Now it's tomorrow that I'm thinking about,
[A] cause I know [G] that when you catch me, [D] you'll be there on the floor.
[G] Who takes the dying man and makes him feel alive [D] again.
[Em] Well, it looks like nothing can.
[G] Who takes the world to [G] reign and brings a sweet son [D] again.
[Em] A miracle would undo only a woman [D] like you.
I [Em] need a woman like you.
[Em] Only [A] a woman [D] like you.
[Em] Oh, [A] don't I love you so?
[Em] Oh, I said, [A] don't I need you?
Now I want to tell you I know I hate you.
[G] Who takes the [D] dying man [G] and makes him feel [D] alive again.
[Em] Well, it looks like [A] nothing can.
[G] Who takes the [D] world to reign [G] and brings a sweet [D] son again.
[Em] A miracle [A] would undo only [D] a woman like you.
[A] I need a [D] woman like you.
[Em] Only a woman [D] like [G] [D]
you.
[A] [D]
[A] [D]
[G] [D]
I love you.
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[A] [G]
[Em] [C]
[G]
[Em] [G]
[Gm]
[G] [C] [F]
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Key:
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Em
C
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There have been times that I've been asked what I do with my spare time.
[G#] _
And what [G] I try and do is to [F#] set down on paper some of the things that bother me or really please me.
_ During the last election, I happened to be watching a debate,
_ and it inspired a thing that I'd like to offer you now.
It's a thing called the New Centurions.
It goes like this.
_ _ Flowing silver streams of dreams flow from the mouths of the kings, it seems,
as easily as water flows from mountaintop to ocean.
Happy Sunday promises that we'll have as much as the Thomases,
[E] while suppressing voices that might stem their auto [G]-motion.
The image-makers [N] primp and preen to try and mould the king, it seems,
into a guise we all appear to have long awaited.
But the New Centurions silently wait, as the new Caesars quietly debate.
The might that once was Rome is gone with Egypt as with Babylon,
and buildings could be stones upon the bones of many a dead nation. _
See that man who holds the floor, his hair was not that long before.
Apparently the idea men have spoken to him lately.
_ Still the New Centurions silently [G] wait, as the new Caesars quietly debate.
_ The storyteller [A] weaves a web of how the families shall [G] be fed
that sign the declaration that will bring the king to reign.
_ The promises of fairness seem to lack a real awareness,
as the seabirds fly [F#] away to be never seen [C] again.
And standing in the shadow with a voice that chills the marrow of your bones
is a man who may [D] someday rule your fate.
_ He's the New Centurion who silently waits, as the new Caesars quietly debate.
_ Give to Caesar that which is truly Caesar's and rightly his,
_ but let no private [C] army decide my [G] brother's earthly fate. _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
Sometimes a man he falls so [G] hard that he breaks at the seams and he comes apart.
[A] He'd rather stay [G] down than get up and fall [D] down again.
Then maybe out of the night, angel [G] appeared.
She makes him up as he dries his [A] tears,
and he know [G] that she's there when he [D] needs a friend. _
Who takes the dying man, [G] makes him feel [D] alive again.
[Em] _ Well, it looks like [C#] nothing can. _
[Gm] Who takes the world [D] to reign [G] and brings a sweet son [D] again. _
[Em] _ A miracle would [C#] undo _ only a [D] woman like you.
[A] I need a woman [D] like you. _
[Em] Only [A] a woman [D] like _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [G] _ _
[D] _ you.
I say, isn't it funny how in times of [G] bad,
the only thing about the good times you [A] had,
and the [G] past seems like it was [D] never there at all.
But I came to learn, I said, you often and the past walked [G] out.
Now it's tomorrow that I'm thinking about,
[A] cause I know [G] that when you catch me, [D] you'll be there on the floor.
[G] Who takes the dying man and makes him feel alive [D] again.
[Em] _ Well, it looks like nothing can.
_ _ [G] Who takes the world to [G] reign and brings a sweet son [D] again.
_ [Em] _ A miracle would undo only a woman [D] like you.
I [Em] need a woman like you.
_ [Em] Only [A] a woman [D] like you. _ _ _ _ _
[Em] Oh, _ [A] don't I love you so? _
[Em] _ Oh, I said, [A] don't I need you?
Now I want to tell you I know I hate you.
[G] Who takes the [D] dying man [G] and makes him feel [D] alive again.
[Em] _ Well, it looks like [A] nothing can.
_ _ [G] Who takes the [D] world to reign [G] and brings a sweet [D] son again.
[Em] _ _ A miracle [A] would undo only [D] a woman like you.
[A] I need a [D] woman like you.
[Em] _ Only a woman [D] like _ _ _ [G] _ _ [D]
you. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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I love you. _ _ _ _ _ _
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[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
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[G] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ [F] _
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[G#] _
And what [G] I try and do is to [F#] set down on paper some of the things that bother me or really please me.
_ During the last election, I happened to be watching a debate,
_ and it inspired a thing that I'd like to offer you now.
It's a thing called the New Centurions.
It goes like this.
_ _ Flowing silver streams of dreams flow from the mouths of the kings, it seems,
as easily as water flows from mountaintop to ocean.
Happy Sunday promises that we'll have as much as the Thomases,
[E] while suppressing voices that might stem their auto [G]-motion.
The image-makers [N] primp and preen to try and mould the king, it seems,
into a guise we all appear to have long awaited.
But the New Centurions silently wait, as the new Caesars quietly debate.
The might that once was Rome is gone with Egypt as with Babylon,
and buildings could be stones upon the bones of many a dead nation. _
See that man who holds the floor, his hair was not that long before.
Apparently the idea men have spoken to him lately.
_ Still the New Centurions silently [G] wait, as the new Caesars quietly debate.
_ The storyteller [A] weaves a web of how the families shall [G] be fed
that sign the declaration that will bring the king to reign.
_ The promises of fairness seem to lack a real awareness,
as the seabirds fly [F#] away to be never seen [C] again.
And standing in the shadow with a voice that chills the marrow of your bones
is a man who may [D] someday rule your fate.
_ He's the New Centurion who silently waits, as the new Caesars quietly debate.
_ Give to Caesar that which is truly Caesar's and rightly his,
_ but let no private [C] army decide my [G] brother's earthly fate. _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
Sometimes a man he falls so [G] hard that he breaks at the seams and he comes apart.
[A] He'd rather stay [G] down than get up and fall [D] down again.
Then maybe out of the night, angel [G] appeared.
She makes him up as he dries his [A] tears,
and he know [G] that she's there when he [D] needs a friend. _
Who takes the dying man, [G] makes him feel [D] alive again.
[Em] _ Well, it looks like [C#] nothing can. _
[Gm] Who takes the world [D] to reign [G] and brings a sweet son [D] again. _
[Em] _ A miracle would [C#] undo _ only a [D] woman like you.
[A] I need a woman [D] like you. _
[Em] Only [A] a woman [D] like _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [G] _ _
[D] _ you.
I say, isn't it funny how in times of [G] bad,
the only thing about the good times you [A] had,
and the [G] past seems like it was [D] never there at all.
But I came to learn, I said, you often and the past walked [G] out.
Now it's tomorrow that I'm thinking about,
[A] cause I know [G] that when you catch me, [D] you'll be there on the floor.
[G] Who takes the dying man and makes him feel alive [D] again.
[Em] _ Well, it looks like nothing can.
_ _ [G] Who takes the world to [G] reign and brings a sweet son [D] again.
_ [Em] _ A miracle would undo only a woman [D] like you.
I [Em] need a woman like you.
_ [Em] Only [A] a woman [D] like you. _ _ _ _ _
[Em] Oh, _ [A] don't I love you so? _
[Em] _ Oh, I said, [A] don't I need you?
Now I want to tell you I know I hate you.
[G] Who takes the [D] dying man [G] and makes him feel [D] alive again.
[Em] _ Well, it looks like [A] nothing can.
_ _ [G] Who takes the [D] world to reign [G] and brings a sweet [D] son again.
[Em] _ _ A miracle [A] would undo only [D] a woman like you.
[A] I need a [D] woman like you.
[Em] _ Only a woman [D] like _ _ _ [G] _ _ [D]
you. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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