Chords for Julian Cope - Kolly Kibber's Birthday
Tempo:
92.3 bpm
Chords used:
F#
C#
C#m
E
D#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C#]
[F#]
[C#m] [F#]
[C#] [F#]
[E] [C#] [F#]
[C#] [F#]
[C#m] [F#]
[C#] [F#]
[C#m] [F#]
[C#] I lie in the [F#] delicate balance, [E] the distance, [C#] the [F#] summit
[C#] of the [F#] widened experience, [C#m] and
will pull it no else.
Smiling [F#] is such [C#] naivety, weak [F#] and emotional, [C#m] it drains the soul.
Welcome [F#] to into [C#] the hell, that's our [F#] strategy.
[C#m] It blocks your roads, runs the [F#] plot where no fault [D#m] should be.
And as the plot [C#] gets clearer, [G#]
[D#m] shadows [G#] in our eyes appear.
[D#m] The weak gets [C#] stronger, and
[D#m] [C#] condensation chills [F#] are washed [C#] away.
[F#] [B]
[E] [F#]
[C#] [F#] [E]
[F#]
[C#] I am a [F#] interfering victory, [E] my strategy.
Just [F#] like a circular [C#] storm, from [F#] brim's interference,
[E] comes marching in, proudly.
[F#]
[C#] Weak [F#] and emotional, [C#m] it irrigates, half of [F#] our hearts at [C#] one time.
More [F#] than in Liverpool, [C#m] and junior school, like lions [F#] we graze [D#m] through our wall.
And as the plot [C#] gets clearer,
[D#m] God really [C#] breaks the heart.
[D#m] The weak gets [C#] stronger, and
[D#m] [C#] condensation chills [F#] are washed [C#] away.
[F#]
[E] [F#]
[C#] [F#] [E]
[F#]
[C#] I am the [F#] main to liberty, [C#m] my mind a gust,
smashes [F#] the chased [C#] artillery, and [F#] inside of them, [C#m] they play around.
The [G#m] main [F#] question [C#] we bear, [F#] sternical incendiary,
[C#m] collect the parts, from [F#] another one's [C#] own try.
Weak [F#] and emotional, [C#m] it's a problem, [F#] security's all [C#] over us.
[F#m] [E] [F#]
[C#] [F#m]
[E] [F#]
[C#] [F#m]
[E] [F#]
[C#] [F#m]
[E] [F#]
[C#] [F#]
[C#m] [F#]
[F#]
[C#m] [F#]
[C#] [F#]
[E] [C#] [F#]
[C#] [F#]
[C#m] [F#]
[C#] [F#]
[C#m] [F#]
[C#] I lie in the [F#] delicate balance, [E] the distance, [C#] the [F#] summit
[C#] of the [F#] widened experience, [C#m] and
will pull it no else.
Smiling [F#] is such [C#] naivety, weak [F#] and emotional, [C#m] it drains the soul.
Welcome [F#] to into [C#] the hell, that's our [F#] strategy.
[C#m] It blocks your roads, runs the [F#] plot where no fault [D#m] should be.
And as the plot [C#] gets clearer, [G#]
[D#m] shadows [G#] in our eyes appear.
[D#m] The weak gets [C#] stronger, and
[D#m] [C#] condensation chills [F#] are washed [C#] away.
[F#] [B]
[E] [F#]
[C#] [F#] [E]
[F#]
[C#] I am a [F#] interfering victory, [E] my strategy.
Just [F#] like a circular [C#] storm, from [F#] brim's interference,
[E] comes marching in, proudly.
[F#]
[C#] Weak [F#] and emotional, [C#m] it irrigates, half of [F#] our hearts at [C#] one time.
More [F#] than in Liverpool, [C#m] and junior school, like lions [F#] we graze [D#m] through our wall.
And as the plot [C#] gets clearer,
[D#m] God really [C#] breaks the heart.
[D#m] The weak gets [C#] stronger, and
[D#m] [C#] condensation chills [F#] are washed [C#] away.
[F#]
[E] [F#]
[C#] [F#] [E]
[F#]
[C#] I am the [F#] main to liberty, [C#m] my mind a gust,
smashes [F#] the chased [C#] artillery, and [F#] inside of them, [C#m] they play around.
The [G#m] main [F#] question [C#] we bear, [F#] sternical incendiary,
[C#m] collect the parts, from [F#] another one's [C#] own try.
Weak [F#] and emotional, [C#m] it's a problem, [F#] security's all [C#] over us.
[F#m] [E] [F#]
[C#] [F#m]
[E] [F#]
[C#] [F#m]
[E] [F#]
[C#] [F#m]
[E] [F#]
[C#] [F#]
[C#m] [F#]
Key:
F#
C#
C#m
E
D#m
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C#
C#m
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[C#] I lie in the [F#] delicate balance, [E] the distance, _ [C#] the [F#] summit _
[C#] of the _ [F#] widened experience, _ [C#m] and
will pull it no else.
Smiling [F#] is such [C#] naivety, _ weak [F#] and emotional, _ [C#m] it drains the soul.
Welcome [F#] to into [C#] the hell, that's our [F#] strategy. _
[C#m] It blocks your roads, runs the [F#] plot where no fault [D#m] should be.
And as the plot [C#] gets clearer, [G#] _ _
[D#m] _ _ shadows [G#] in our eyes appear.
[D#m] The weak gets [C#] stronger, and _
[D#m] _ _ _ [C#] condensation chills [F#] are washed [C#] away.
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ [B] _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
[C#] I am a [F#] interfering victory, _ [E] my strategy.
_ _ Just [F#] like a circular [C#] storm, from [F#] brim's interference, _
[E] comes marching in, _ proudly.
[F#] _ _
[C#] _ _ Weak [F#] and emotional, _ [C#m] it irrigates, _ half of [F#] our hearts at [C#] one time.
More [F#] than in Liverpool, _ [C#m] and junior school, like lions [F#] we graze [D#m] through our wall.
And as the plot [C#] gets clearer, _ _
[D#m] _ God really [C#] breaks the heart. _ _
[D#m] _ The weak gets [C#] stronger, and _
[D#m] _ _ _ [C#] condensation chills [F#] are washed [C#] away.
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
[C#] I am the [F#] main to liberty, _ [C#m] my mind a gust,
smashes [F#] the chased [C#] artillery, and [F#] inside of them, [C#m] they play around.
The [G#m] main [F#] question [C#] we bear, _ [F#] sternical incendiary, _
[C#m] collect the parts, from [F#] another one's [C#] own try.
Weak [F#] and emotional, [C#m] it's a problem, _ _ [F#] security's all [C#] over us.
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[C#] I lie in the [F#] delicate balance, [E] the distance, _ [C#] the [F#] summit _
[C#] of the _ [F#] widened experience, _ [C#m] and
will pull it no else.
Smiling [F#] is such [C#] naivety, _ weak [F#] and emotional, _ [C#m] it drains the soul.
Welcome [F#] to into [C#] the hell, that's our [F#] strategy. _
[C#m] It blocks your roads, runs the [F#] plot where no fault [D#m] should be.
And as the plot [C#] gets clearer, [G#] _ _
[D#m] _ _ shadows [G#] in our eyes appear.
[D#m] The weak gets [C#] stronger, and _
[D#m] _ _ _ [C#] condensation chills [F#] are washed [C#] away.
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ [B] _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
[C#] I am a [F#] interfering victory, _ [E] my strategy.
_ _ Just [F#] like a circular [C#] storm, from [F#] brim's interference, _
[E] comes marching in, _ proudly.
[F#] _ _
[C#] _ _ Weak [F#] and emotional, _ [C#m] it irrigates, _ half of [F#] our hearts at [C#] one time.
More [F#] than in Liverpool, _ [C#m] and junior school, like lions [F#] we graze [D#m] through our wall.
And as the plot [C#] gets clearer, _ _
[D#m] _ God really [C#] breaks the heart. _ _
[D#m] _ The weak gets [C#] stronger, and _
[D#m] _ _ _ [C#] condensation chills [F#] are washed [C#] away.
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
[C#] I am the [F#] main to liberty, _ [C#m] my mind a gust,
smashes [F#] the chased [C#] artillery, and [F#] inside of them, [C#m] they play around.
The [G#m] main [F#] question [C#] we bear, _ [F#] sternical incendiary, _
[C#m] collect the parts, from [F#] another one's [C#] own try.
Weak [F#] and emotional, [C#m] it's a problem, _ _ [F#] security's all [C#] over us.
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