Chords for Koop - Beyond the Son (Official Audio)
Tempo:
168.65 bpm
Chords used:
D
Em
Am
A
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D]
[Am] [A]
[G] [D]
Dear, thanks for your [B] letter.
[D]
Sounds like you're living life the way you wanted, [Em] and that makes me [A] smile.
[D] No, I hadn't heard Bjorn Borg [A] retire.
[D]
Thank God one of us has a finger on the sporting [Em] pulse.
[D]
No records left to collect, you complain.
[A] [D] Borg, Rowling and an unknown tennis trainer [Em] released something recently.
[D]
No doubt your contacts in the Stockholm [A] underworld can [D] source that, Jem.
[Em] Got back the [D] other day to find the pub on the corner had been burned down.
[C] A dark [D] London street story that I won't burden you with now.
[Em] Determined [D] as I am to write you some life affirming shit,
and not [Am] drag you on a [D] regular trawl through the night seas to see what crawls.
[Em] [D] Yeah, I know they're casting their lots to see [B] who can get the [D] old pub's lease and
turn it into more luxury flats.
[Em] [D] Brick by brick, the infiltration has begun.
[A] I feel [D] moved enough to take a spray can in hand and step to the [A] boarding, but
[D] as yet I can't think of anything witty or on point enough to be [Am] up there.
[D] Yet the drunkard still own the park.
[A] Dee's still there in [D] your old flat making beats and still owns the night.
[Am] While [D] this street can still shape shift and
make you quicken your [G] pace on a late night [D] return, so.
I suppose we still have [Am] time, [D] but make no mistake my friend,
I'm sure some [Em] barricade somewhere [D] has started calling.
[Am] [D]
[Em] [D]
I'm so sorry we missed each other when you last [Am] came to town.
[D] I heard from Minda you sat with her telling [Em] stories for
three hours as [D] she put some extensions in a client's hair.
[Am] [D] She told me about Cuba, cigars and sacred [C] drums.
[D] The bargain in some bars, Dante, the color of Christ [Am] and the only true [D] poet.
South China Seas, [Em] remembered by [D] young, the Buddhist master.
How can we [A] obtain truth through [D] words?
When she quoted your immature [Em] writers, plagiarized, [D] mature writers still.
I was back in a bar in New [E] York, Lower East [D] Side, when you shouted at her.
Maybe [Em] it was yourself.
[D]
Maybe I wasn't there.
Maybe it slipped down [Em] between the years.
[D]
My memory is exactly that now.
But my friend, you definitely have a convert there.
If you ever need your hair [A] braided, and I know that's a [D] long shot,
then she's your girl.
[Em] As my man [D] Scratch, or maybe it was Rakeem, no, Monk, or
[C] more probable all of [D] them, as Sun Sage said, you gotta check the new [Em] style.
I'm [D] assuming you are still running an Old Testament blades to hair [A] ratio, and
it [D] hasn't fallen rudely out of you.
If that's the [Em] scenario, then [D] my sincerest apologies.
[Am] [D]
[Em] [D]
Saw Mr.
Brennan in the Holloway Road yesterday.
[Am] [D] Walked past with a bag of potatoes on his shoulders.
[Em] I didn't [D] stop him, he would never have a clue who the hell I was.
He [Am] didn't back then, [D] even when we used to spend months sleeping on his sofa,
[Em] [A] explaining every morning which [D] one of his son's friends we were.
I guess that's the price you pay for
any more than six children around the Holloway [Em] Road area.
[D]
I think of you often, [Am] and [D] hope we'll see each other as soon as is possible.
[Em] [D] Until such time, may the winds be at your back, [A] the dives be [D] kind,
and the gods turn the occasional blind eye.
[Em] [D]
Sincerely yours,
[B] beyond [D] the clouds, beyond the sun, [C] the [D] rebel without a cause.
[Am] [D]
[Am] [D]
[Am] [D]
[Am] [D] [A]
[N]
[Am] [A]
[G] [D]
Dear, thanks for your [B] letter.
[D]
Sounds like you're living life the way you wanted, [Em] and that makes me [A] smile.
[D] No, I hadn't heard Bjorn Borg [A] retire.
[D]
Thank God one of us has a finger on the sporting [Em] pulse.
[D]
No records left to collect, you complain.
[A] [D] Borg, Rowling and an unknown tennis trainer [Em] released something recently.
[D]
No doubt your contacts in the Stockholm [A] underworld can [D] source that, Jem.
[Em] Got back the [D] other day to find the pub on the corner had been burned down.
[C] A dark [D] London street story that I won't burden you with now.
[Em] Determined [D] as I am to write you some life affirming shit,
and not [Am] drag you on a [D] regular trawl through the night seas to see what crawls.
[Em] [D] Yeah, I know they're casting their lots to see [B] who can get the [D] old pub's lease and
turn it into more luxury flats.
[Em] [D] Brick by brick, the infiltration has begun.
[A] I feel [D] moved enough to take a spray can in hand and step to the [A] boarding, but
[D] as yet I can't think of anything witty or on point enough to be [Am] up there.
[D] Yet the drunkard still own the park.
[A] Dee's still there in [D] your old flat making beats and still owns the night.
[Am] While [D] this street can still shape shift and
make you quicken your [G] pace on a late night [D] return, so.
I suppose we still have [Am] time, [D] but make no mistake my friend,
I'm sure some [Em] barricade somewhere [D] has started calling.
[Am] [D]
[Em] [D]
I'm so sorry we missed each other when you last [Am] came to town.
[D] I heard from Minda you sat with her telling [Em] stories for
three hours as [D] she put some extensions in a client's hair.
[Am] [D] She told me about Cuba, cigars and sacred [C] drums.
[D] The bargain in some bars, Dante, the color of Christ [Am] and the only true [D] poet.
South China Seas, [Em] remembered by [D] young, the Buddhist master.
How can we [A] obtain truth through [D] words?
When she quoted your immature [Em] writers, plagiarized, [D] mature writers still.
I was back in a bar in New [E] York, Lower East [D] Side, when you shouted at her.
Maybe [Em] it was yourself.
[D]
Maybe I wasn't there.
Maybe it slipped down [Em] between the years.
[D]
My memory is exactly that now.
But my friend, you definitely have a convert there.
If you ever need your hair [A] braided, and I know that's a [D] long shot,
then she's your girl.
[Em] As my man [D] Scratch, or maybe it was Rakeem, no, Monk, or
[C] more probable all of [D] them, as Sun Sage said, you gotta check the new [Em] style.
I'm [D] assuming you are still running an Old Testament blades to hair [A] ratio, and
it [D] hasn't fallen rudely out of you.
If that's the [Em] scenario, then [D] my sincerest apologies.
[Am] [D]
[Em] [D]
Saw Mr.
Brennan in the Holloway Road yesterday.
[Am] [D] Walked past with a bag of potatoes on his shoulders.
[Em] I didn't [D] stop him, he would never have a clue who the hell I was.
He [Am] didn't back then, [D] even when we used to spend months sleeping on his sofa,
[Em] [A] explaining every morning which [D] one of his son's friends we were.
I guess that's the price you pay for
any more than six children around the Holloway [Em] Road area.
[D]
I think of you often, [Am] and [D] hope we'll see each other as soon as is possible.
[Em] [D] Until such time, may the winds be at your back, [A] the dives be [D] kind,
and the gods turn the occasional blind eye.
[Em] [D]
Sincerely yours,
[B] beyond [D] the clouds, beyond the sun, [C] the [D] rebel without a cause.
[Am] [D]
[Am] [D]
[Am] [D]
[Am] [D] [A]
[N]
Key:
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A
C
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_ [Am] _ _ _ [A] _ _
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_ [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ Dear, thanks for your [B] letter.
_ _ [D] _
Sounds like you're living life the way you wanted, [Em] and that makes me [A] smile. _
_ [D] No, I hadn't heard Bjorn Borg [A] retire.
_ [D] _
Thank God one of us has a finger on the sporting [Em] pulse.
_ _ [D] _
No records left to collect, you complain.
_ [A] _ _ _ [D] Borg, Rowling and an unknown tennis trainer [Em] released something recently.
[D] _ _
No doubt your contacts in the Stockholm [A] underworld can [D] source that, Jem. _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] Got back the [D] other day to find the pub on the corner had been burned down.
_ [C] A dark [D] London street story that I won't burden you with now.
_ [Em] _ Determined [D] as I am to write you some life affirming shit,
and not [Am] drag you on a [D] regular trawl through the night seas to see what crawls.
[Em] _ _ _ [D] Yeah, I know they're casting their lots to see [B] who can get the [D] old pub's lease and
turn it into more luxury flats.
_ [Em] _ _ _ [D] Brick by brick, the infiltration has begun.
_ [A] I feel [D] moved enough to take a spray can in hand and step to the [A] boarding, but
[D] as yet I can't think of anything witty or on point enough to be [Am] up there.
_ _ [D] Yet the drunkard still own the park. _
_ [A] Dee's still there in [D] your old flat making beats and still owns the night.
_ [Am] _ While [D] this street can still shape shift and
make you quicken your [G] pace on a late night [D] return, so.
_ I suppose we still have [Am] time, _ [D] but make no mistake my friend,
_ I'm sure some [Em] barricade somewhere [D] has started calling. _ _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ [D] _ _
I'm so sorry we missed each other when you last [Am] came to town.
_ [D] I heard from Minda you sat with her telling [Em] stories for
three hours as [D] she put some extensions in a client's hair. _
_ [Am] _ _ [D] She told me about Cuba, _ cigars and sacred [C] drums.
_ [D] The bargain in some bars, Dante, the color of Christ [Am] and the only true [D] poet. _
_ South China Seas, _ [Em] remembered by [D] young, the Buddhist master. _ _
How can we [A] obtain truth through [D] words? _
When she quoted your immature [Em] writers, plagiarized, [D] mature writers still.
I was back in a bar in New [E] York, Lower East [D] Side, when you shouted at her. _
Maybe [Em] it was yourself.
_ [D] _
Maybe I wasn't there.
Maybe it slipped down [Em] between the years.
[D] _
My memory is exactly that now.
But my friend, you definitely have a convert there.
If you ever need your hair [A] braided, and I know that's a [D] long shot,
then she's your girl. _
_ [Em] As my man [D] Scratch, or maybe it was Rakeem, no, Monk, or
[C] more probable all of [D] them, as Sun Sage said, you gotta check the new [Em] style.
I'm [D] assuming you are still running an Old Testament blades to hair [A] ratio, and
it [D] hasn't fallen rudely out of you.
_ If that's the [Em] scenario, then [D] my sincerest apologies. _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ [D] _
Saw Mr.
Brennan in the Holloway Road yesterday.
[Am] _ _ [D] Walked past with a bag of potatoes on his shoulders. _
_ [Em] _ I didn't [D] stop him, he would never have a clue who the hell I was.
He [Am] didn't back then, [D] even when we used to spend months sleeping on his sofa,
[Em] _ [A] explaining every morning which [D] one of his son's friends we were. _
_ I guess that's the price you pay for
any more than six children around the Holloway [Em] Road area.
_ [D] _ _
_ _ I think of you often, _ [Am] _ and [D] hope we'll see each other as soon as is possible. _
_ [Em] _ _ [D] Until such time, may the winds be at your back, [A] the dives be [D] kind,
and the gods turn the occasional blind eye.
[Em] _ _ _ [D] _ _
Sincerely yours, _ _
[B] _ _ beyond [D] the clouds, _ _ beyond the sun, _ [C] _ the [D] rebel without a cause. _ _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ _ [D] _ _
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_ [Am] _ _ _ [D] _ _
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_ [Am] _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _
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[N] _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ [D] _ _ _
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_ [Am] _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ Dear, thanks for your [B] letter.
_ _ [D] _
Sounds like you're living life the way you wanted, [Em] and that makes me [A] smile. _
_ [D] No, I hadn't heard Bjorn Borg [A] retire.
_ [D] _
Thank God one of us has a finger on the sporting [Em] pulse.
_ _ [D] _
No records left to collect, you complain.
_ [A] _ _ _ [D] Borg, Rowling and an unknown tennis trainer [Em] released something recently.
[D] _ _
No doubt your contacts in the Stockholm [A] underworld can [D] source that, Jem. _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] Got back the [D] other day to find the pub on the corner had been burned down.
_ [C] A dark [D] London street story that I won't burden you with now.
_ [Em] _ Determined [D] as I am to write you some life affirming shit,
and not [Am] drag you on a [D] regular trawl through the night seas to see what crawls.
[Em] _ _ _ [D] Yeah, I know they're casting their lots to see [B] who can get the [D] old pub's lease and
turn it into more luxury flats.
_ [Em] _ _ _ [D] Brick by brick, the infiltration has begun.
_ [A] I feel [D] moved enough to take a spray can in hand and step to the [A] boarding, but
[D] as yet I can't think of anything witty or on point enough to be [Am] up there.
_ _ [D] Yet the drunkard still own the park. _
_ [A] Dee's still there in [D] your old flat making beats and still owns the night.
_ [Am] _ While [D] this street can still shape shift and
make you quicken your [G] pace on a late night [D] return, so.
_ I suppose we still have [Am] time, _ [D] but make no mistake my friend,
_ I'm sure some [Em] barricade somewhere [D] has started calling. _ _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ [D] _ _
I'm so sorry we missed each other when you last [Am] came to town.
_ [D] I heard from Minda you sat with her telling [Em] stories for
three hours as [D] she put some extensions in a client's hair. _
_ [Am] _ _ [D] She told me about Cuba, _ cigars and sacred [C] drums.
_ [D] The bargain in some bars, Dante, the color of Christ [Am] and the only true [D] poet. _
_ South China Seas, _ [Em] remembered by [D] young, the Buddhist master. _ _
How can we [A] obtain truth through [D] words? _
When she quoted your immature [Em] writers, plagiarized, [D] mature writers still.
I was back in a bar in New [E] York, Lower East [D] Side, when you shouted at her. _
Maybe [Em] it was yourself.
_ [D] _
Maybe I wasn't there.
Maybe it slipped down [Em] between the years.
[D] _
My memory is exactly that now.
But my friend, you definitely have a convert there.
If you ever need your hair [A] braided, and I know that's a [D] long shot,
then she's your girl. _
_ [Em] As my man [D] Scratch, or maybe it was Rakeem, no, Monk, or
[C] more probable all of [D] them, as Sun Sage said, you gotta check the new [Em] style.
I'm [D] assuming you are still running an Old Testament blades to hair [A] ratio, and
it [D] hasn't fallen rudely out of you.
_ If that's the [Em] scenario, then [D] my sincerest apologies. _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ [D] _
Saw Mr.
Brennan in the Holloway Road yesterday.
[Am] _ _ [D] Walked past with a bag of potatoes on his shoulders. _
_ [Em] _ I didn't [D] stop him, he would never have a clue who the hell I was.
He [Am] didn't back then, [D] even when we used to spend months sleeping on his sofa,
[Em] _ [A] explaining every morning which [D] one of his son's friends we were. _
_ I guess that's the price you pay for
any more than six children around the Holloway [Em] Road area.
_ [D] _ _
_ _ I think of you often, _ [Am] _ and [D] hope we'll see each other as soon as is possible. _
_ [Em] _ _ [D] Until such time, may the winds be at your back, [A] the dives be [D] kind,
and the gods turn the occasional blind eye.
[Em] _ _ _ [D] _ _
Sincerely yours, _ _
[B] _ _ beyond [D] the clouds, _ _ beyond the sun, _ [C] _ the [D] rebel without a cause. _ _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ _ [D] _ _
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