Chords for labour
Tempo:
84.15 bpm
Chords used:
Bm
G
D
A
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Bm] Why are you holding [Em] on so [G] tight to the rope that I'm headed [B] from?
Off [Bm] this island, this was an escape [E] from
[Em] [G] Carefully timed it, so let me go
[Em] And dive into the waves [Bm] below
Who turns the [D] orchards?
Who fixes [G] up the gables? Emotional [F#] torture
From the heavy, [Bm] high table
[D] Who fetches the water?
From the rocky [G] mountain stream
And walk back [F#] down again
To feel your words in [G] their sharp sting
And I'm getting fucking tired
[Bm] The memories in my eyes are [G] bursting
If our love [B] died, would that be the [Bm] worst thing?
For somebody [D] I thought was my [G] saviour
You sure make me [B] feel a whole lot of [Bm] labour
The callous [D] skin on my hands is [G] cracking
If our love [A] ends, would that be a [Bm] bad thing?
And the [D] silence on the suburb [G] chamber
You make me [G#m] feel too much [Bm] labour
[Em] [G]
[Em] [G] [Bm] Apologies for [Em] my tongue
[Bm] [G] Never used
Busy laughing from [A] flowing cup
[G] And stabbing with [Bm] your fork
I know you're a [Em] smart man
[G] Unweaponised
The false [A] incompetence
Is [D] dominance [Bm] under a guide
If we had a [D] daughter
I'd watch and could [G] not save her
The emotional [F#] torture
From the heavy, [Bm] high table
She'd do what you [D] taught her
She'd meet the [G] same cruel fate
So now I've [F#] gotta run
So I can undo [G] this mistake
At least I've gotta [Bm] try
The memories [D] in my eyes are [G] bursting
If our love [A] died, would that be the [Bm] worst thing?
For somebody [D] I thought was my [G] saviour
You sure make me [B] feel a whole lot of labour
The callous [D] skin on my hands is [G] cracking
If our [A] love ends, would that be a [Bm] bad thing?
And the silence on the suburb [G] chamber
You make me [A] feel too much labour
[Bm] All day, every day, therapist, lover, maid, nymph
Letter words in a standard sermon
Just an appendage, lip to append him
So that he [F#m] never lifts a [Bm] finger
24 [D]-7, baby machine
[G] So he can live [A] out his picket fence [Bm] dreams
It's not an act of love if you [G] make her
You make me [A] feel too much [Bm] labour
All day, every day, therapist, [G] lover, maid, nymph
Then [B] a virgin, nurse, then a [Bm] servant
Just an appendage, lip to [G] append him
So that he never [Bm] lifts a finger
24 [D]-7, baby [G] machine
So he can [A] live out his picket fence [Bm] dreams
It's not an act of love if you [G] make her
You make me [A] feel too much [Bm] labour
All [D] day, every day, I hear this bursting
If our [A] love died, would that be the [Bm] worst thing?
Just another man, I thought it was ill [G]-fated
So that [B] he'd never hold my finger
24 [D]-7, baby machine
So he can live [A] out his picket fence [Bm] dreams
It's not a sentence of suburb chamber
You make [Em] me feel too much [Bm] labour
Off [Bm] this island, this was an escape [E] from
[Em] [G] Carefully timed it, so let me go
[Em] And dive into the waves [Bm] below
Who turns the [D] orchards?
Who fixes [G] up the gables? Emotional [F#] torture
From the heavy, [Bm] high table
[D] Who fetches the water?
From the rocky [G] mountain stream
And walk back [F#] down again
To feel your words in [G] their sharp sting
And I'm getting fucking tired
[Bm] The memories in my eyes are [G] bursting
If our love [B] died, would that be the [Bm] worst thing?
For somebody [D] I thought was my [G] saviour
You sure make me [B] feel a whole lot of [Bm] labour
The callous [D] skin on my hands is [G] cracking
If our love [A] ends, would that be a [Bm] bad thing?
And the [D] silence on the suburb [G] chamber
You make me [G#m] feel too much [Bm] labour
[Em] [G]
[Em] [G] [Bm] Apologies for [Em] my tongue
[Bm] [G] Never used
Busy laughing from [A] flowing cup
[G] And stabbing with [Bm] your fork
I know you're a [Em] smart man
[G] Unweaponised
The false [A] incompetence
Is [D] dominance [Bm] under a guide
If we had a [D] daughter
I'd watch and could [G] not save her
The emotional [F#] torture
From the heavy, [Bm] high table
She'd do what you [D] taught her
She'd meet the [G] same cruel fate
So now I've [F#] gotta run
So I can undo [G] this mistake
At least I've gotta [Bm] try
The memories [D] in my eyes are [G] bursting
If our love [A] died, would that be the [Bm] worst thing?
For somebody [D] I thought was my [G] saviour
You sure make me [B] feel a whole lot of labour
The callous [D] skin on my hands is [G] cracking
If our [A] love ends, would that be a [Bm] bad thing?
And the silence on the suburb [G] chamber
You make me [A] feel too much labour
[Bm] All day, every day, therapist, lover, maid, nymph
Letter words in a standard sermon
Just an appendage, lip to append him
So that he [F#m] never lifts a [Bm] finger
24 [D]-7, baby machine
[G] So he can live [A] out his picket fence [Bm] dreams
It's not an act of love if you [G] make her
You make me [A] feel too much [Bm] labour
All day, every day, therapist, [G] lover, maid, nymph
Then [B] a virgin, nurse, then a [Bm] servant
Just an appendage, lip to [G] append him
So that he never [Bm] lifts a finger
24 [D]-7, baby [G] machine
So he can [A] live out his picket fence [Bm] dreams
It's not an act of love if you [G] make her
You make me [A] feel too much [Bm] labour
All [D] day, every day, I hear this bursting
If our [A] love died, would that be the [Bm] worst thing?
Just another man, I thought it was ill [G]-fated
So that [B] he'd never hold my finger
24 [D]-7, baby machine
So he can live [A] out his picket fence [Bm] dreams
It's not a sentence of suburb chamber
You make [Em] me feel too much [Bm] labour
Key:
Bm
G
D
A
Em
Bm
G
D
_ _ _ _ [Bm] _ Why are you holding [Em] on so [G] tight to the rope that I'm headed [B] from?
_ Off [Bm] this island, this was an escape [E] from
_ [Em] _ [G] Carefully timed it, so let me go
[Em] And dive into the waves [Bm] below
Who turns the [D] orchards?
Who fixes [G] up the gables? Emotional [F#] torture
From the heavy, [Bm] high table
[D] Who fetches the water?
From the rocky [G] mountain stream
And walk back [F#] down again
To feel your words in [G] their sharp sting
And I'm getting fucking tired
[Bm] The memories in my eyes are [G] bursting
If our love [B] died, would that be the [Bm] worst thing?
For somebody [D] I thought was my [G] saviour
You sure make me [B] feel a whole lot of [Bm] labour
The callous [D] skin on my hands is [G] cracking
If our love [A] ends, would that be a [Bm] bad thing?
And the [D] silence on the suburb [G] chamber
You make me [G#m] feel too much [Bm] labour _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ [G] _ _ [Bm] _ _ Apologies for [Em] my tongue
[Bm] _ [G] Never used
Busy laughing from [A] flowing cup
[G] And stabbing with [Bm] your fork
I know you're a [Em] smart man
_ _ _ [G] Unweaponised
The false [A] incompetence
Is [D] dominance [Bm] under a guide
If we had a [D] daughter
I'd watch and could [G] not save her
The emotional [F#] torture
From the heavy, [Bm] high table
She'd do what you [D] taught her
She'd meet the [G] same cruel fate
So now I've [F#] gotta run
So I can undo [G] this mistake
At least I've gotta [Bm] try
The memories [D] in my eyes are [G] bursting
If our love [A] died, would that be the [Bm] worst thing?
For somebody [D] I thought was my [G] saviour
You sure make me [B] feel a whole lot of labour
The callous [D] skin on my hands is [G] cracking
If our [A] love ends, would that be a [Bm] bad thing?
And the silence on the suburb [G] chamber
You make me [A] feel too much labour
[Bm] All day, every day, therapist, lover, maid, nymph
Letter words in a standard sermon
Just an appendage, lip to append him
So that he [F#m] never lifts a [Bm] finger
24 [D]-7, baby machine
[G] So he can live [A] out his picket fence [Bm] dreams
It's not an act of love if you [G] make her
You make me [A] feel too much [Bm] labour
All day, every day, therapist, [G] lover, maid, nymph
Then [B] a virgin, nurse, then a [Bm] servant
Just an appendage, lip to [G] append him
So that he never [Bm] lifts a finger
24 [D]-7, baby [G] machine
So he can [A] live out his picket fence [Bm] dreams
It's not an act of love if you [G] make her
You make me [A] feel too much [Bm] labour
All [D] day, every day, I hear this bursting
If our [A] love died, would that be the [Bm] worst thing?
Just another man, I thought it was ill [G]-fated
So that [B] he'd never hold my finger
24 [D]-7, baby machine
So he can live [A] out his picket fence [Bm] dreams
It's not a sentence of suburb chamber
You make [Em] me feel too much [Bm] labour _ _ _
_ Off [Bm] this island, this was an escape [E] from
_ [Em] _ [G] Carefully timed it, so let me go
[Em] And dive into the waves [Bm] below
Who turns the [D] orchards?
Who fixes [G] up the gables? Emotional [F#] torture
From the heavy, [Bm] high table
[D] Who fetches the water?
From the rocky [G] mountain stream
And walk back [F#] down again
To feel your words in [G] their sharp sting
And I'm getting fucking tired
[Bm] The memories in my eyes are [G] bursting
If our love [B] died, would that be the [Bm] worst thing?
For somebody [D] I thought was my [G] saviour
You sure make me [B] feel a whole lot of [Bm] labour
The callous [D] skin on my hands is [G] cracking
If our love [A] ends, would that be a [Bm] bad thing?
And the [D] silence on the suburb [G] chamber
You make me [G#m] feel too much [Bm] labour _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ [G] _ _ [Bm] _ _ Apologies for [Em] my tongue
[Bm] _ [G] Never used
Busy laughing from [A] flowing cup
[G] And stabbing with [Bm] your fork
I know you're a [Em] smart man
_ _ _ [G] Unweaponised
The false [A] incompetence
Is [D] dominance [Bm] under a guide
If we had a [D] daughter
I'd watch and could [G] not save her
The emotional [F#] torture
From the heavy, [Bm] high table
She'd do what you [D] taught her
She'd meet the [G] same cruel fate
So now I've [F#] gotta run
So I can undo [G] this mistake
At least I've gotta [Bm] try
The memories [D] in my eyes are [G] bursting
If our love [A] died, would that be the [Bm] worst thing?
For somebody [D] I thought was my [G] saviour
You sure make me [B] feel a whole lot of labour
The callous [D] skin on my hands is [G] cracking
If our [A] love ends, would that be a [Bm] bad thing?
And the silence on the suburb [G] chamber
You make me [A] feel too much labour
[Bm] All day, every day, therapist, lover, maid, nymph
Letter words in a standard sermon
Just an appendage, lip to append him
So that he [F#m] never lifts a [Bm] finger
24 [D]-7, baby machine
[G] So he can live [A] out his picket fence [Bm] dreams
It's not an act of love if you [G] make her
You make me [A] feel too much [Bm] labour
All day, every day, therapist, [G] lover, maid, nymph
Then [B] a virgin, nurse, then a [Bm] servant
Just an appendage, lip to [G] append him
So that he never [Bm] lifts a finger
24 [D]-7, baby [G] machine
So he can [A] live out his picket fence [Bm] dreams
It's not an act of love if you [G] make her
You make me [A] feel too much [Bm] labour
All [D] day, every day, I hear this bursting
If our [A] love died, would that be the [Bm] worst thing?
Just another man, I thought it was ill [G]-fated
So that [B] he'd never hold my finger
24 [D]-7, baby machine
So he can live [A] out his picket fence [Bm] dreams
It's not a sentence of suburb chamber
You make [Em] me feel too much [Bm] labour _ _ _