Chords for Joanna Newsom - What We Have Known
Tempo:
90.65 bpm
Chords used:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret

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Ted the boy in
[G#m] Tazbazal,
[C#] in [G#m] Assault,
his greenery,
in his [G#m] cup of sand.
[F#] [G#]
[F#] [C#m] But collusion bleeds through back alleys,
parapets [F#] that end on feet.
[G#m] Tazbazal,
[C#] in [G#m] Assault,
his greenery,
in his [G#m] cup of sand.
[F#] [G#]
[F#] [C#m] But collusion bleeds through back alleys,
parapets [F#] that end on feet.
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_ _ Ted the boy in _
[G#m] _ Tazbazal,
[C#] The horse horsing [C#] in [G#m] Assault,
The Owlette in his _ greenery,
[C#] The Narwhal in his [G#m] cup of sand.
_ [C#] _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [G#] _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [C#m] But collusion bleeds through back alleys,
From _ parapets [F#] that end on feet.
[C#m] When the wine is weak, they _ [F#] discreetly meet,
They [C#m] throw the bones [F#] into the street [C#] _ for grass.
_ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _ _
_ [G#] _ And all [A#] the books our _ [F#] fathers wrote _ _ _ _
_ _ [G#] _ Are in [A#] the middle of [F#] the road.
_ _ Little _ _ [G#] _ _ _ _ [A#] _ _
_ _ [F#] _ Buncloth, _ _ _
_ _ [G#] The _ [A#] story brittle, brown, [F#] and broke. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G#] We can't _ [A#m]
remember what [F#] was spoken, _ _ _ _
_ _ [G#] So we stare [A#] in wonder at the [F#] smoke. _ _ _ _
_ [G#] _ Wyatt [A#] B.
gets his [F#] Barney loan, _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G#] We know [A#] none _ _ [F#] have known.
_ _ _ _ Ladies, [B] breathe, _ _ [G#] _ _ _
it's your [F#] whale _ [C#] bone,
For _ [B] your children come [G#] home _ _ made of [C#] stone.
_ _ [B] _
_ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ Carers seething, [G#m] seas away,
[C#] Are like the wheezing [G#m] of the bay.
[C#] In many a _ [G#] jargon,
They travel [G#m] westward on the breeze,
_ [C#] Bring us all to [F#] our knees.
_ _ _ [C#] _ _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ [C#] The dappled [C#m] horse, [F#] the sorrow man,
[C#] With eyes that [C#m] do not [F#] see,
But stare [C#m] beneath boots as black [F#] as malachite,
He drives a nag into the night.
_ [C#] _ _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G#] _
And all [A#m] the baby boys [F#] we've borne,
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G#] _
With [A#m] eyes averted from the [F#] storm,
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G#] _
Sent off [A#] to die in perfect form,
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G#] _
We know [A#] not none _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#] _ have _ [G#] known. _
_ [A#m] Satellite photos read [F#] a room, _
_ _ _ _ _ [G#] _ _
See how the [A#] _ [A#m] _ euphemisms [F#] stick, _
_ _ _ _ _ [G#] _ And when they [A#m] come back and burn, _
_ _ _ _ [G#] Those _ who [F#] return have not returned. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
[G#] _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G#] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G#m] _ _ [C#] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D#] _ _ _ _ _ _
[G#m] _ Tazbazal,
[C#] The horse horsing [C#] in [G#m] Assault,
The Owlette in his _ greenery,
[C#] The Narwhal in his [G#m] cup of sand.
_ [C#] _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [G#] _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [C#m] But collusion bleeds through back alleys,
From _ parapets [F#] that end on feet.
[C#m] When the wine is weak, they _ [F#] discreetly meet,
They [C#m] throw the bones [F#] into the street [C#] _ for grass.
_ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _ _
_ [G#] _ And all [A#] the books our _ [F#] fathers wrote _ _ _ _
_ _ [G#] _ Are in [A#] the middle of [F#] the road.
_ _ Little _ _ [G#] _ _ _ _ [A#] _ _
_ _ [F#] _ Buncloth, _ _ _
_ _ [G#] The _ [A#] story brittle, brown, [F#] and broke. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G#] We can't _ [A#m]
remember what [F#] was spoken, _ _ _ _
_ _ [G#] So we stare [A#] in wonder at the [F#] smoke. _ _ _ _
_ [G#] _ Wyatt [A#] B.
gets his [F#] Barney loan, _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G#] We know [A#] none _ _ [F#] have known.
_ _ _ _ Ladies, [B] breathe, _ _ [G#] _ _ _
it's your [F#] whale _ [C#] bone,
For _ [B] your children come [G#] home _ _ made of [C#] stone.
_ _ [B] _
_ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ Carers seething, [G#m] seas away,
[C#] Are like the wheezing [G#m] of the bay.
[C#] In many a _ [G#] jargon,
They travel [G#m] westward on the breeze,
_ [C#] Bring us all to [F#] our knees.
_ _ _ [C#] _ _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ [C#] The dappled [C#m] horse, [F#] the sorrow man,
[C#] With eyes that [C#m] do not [F#] see,
But stare [C#m] beneath boots as black [F#] as malachite,
He drives a nag into the night.
_ [C#] _ _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G#] _
And all [A#m] the baby boys [F#] we've borne,
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G#] _
With [A#m] eyes averted from the [F#] storm,
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G#] _
Sent off [A#] to die in perfect form,
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G#] _
We know [A#] not none _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#] _ have _ [G#] known. _
_ [A#m] Satellite photos read [F#] a room, _
_ _ _ _ _ [G#] _ _
See how the [A#] _ [A#m] _ euphemisms [F#] stick, _
_ _ _ _ _ [G#] _ And when they [A#m] come back and burn, _
_ _ _ _ [G#] Those _ who [F#] return have not returned. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
[G#] _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G#] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G#m] _ _ [C#] _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D#] _ _ _ _ _ _