Les Derniers Aventuriers Chords by La Rue Ketanou
Tempo:
74.55 bpm
Chords used:
Em
D
G
Am
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E] [Em]
[E] [Em]
[C]
[Gm] [G]
[Gm] [D] [Dm]
[Gm]
[Am]
[Em]
[D]
[Em] They come from so far away that they come back.
[G] They have blood on their hands and it's [F] their own blood.
They look like those weapons they didn't [Am] load.
They look like those women they [Em] abandoned.
[D] They have taken the borders in [Em] the wrong direction.
[D]
[Em] They have climbed a lot of cocaine that pierced [G] the fog.
They have climbed mountains [F] and found a passage.
They have known the white cum, the oceans [Am] in a boat.
Between rage and luck, having [Em] crossed the Cape of Good [D] Hope.
They have taken the borders in [Em] the wrong direction.
[D]
[Em] They come to hit our eyelids, to deliver us strange news.
[G] It seems that by spitting on our brothers, we [F] spit on ourselves.
They are the last adventurers, the refugees [Am] without refuge.
They are called the paperless and our judges [Em] judge them.
[D] Desperate, the borders have [Em] no meaning.
They come
[D]
from [E] [Em]
so [D]
far away that they come [Em]
back.
[E] [Em]
[C]
[Gm] [G]
[Gm] [D] [Dm]
[Gm]
[Am]
[Em]
[D]
[Em] They come from so far away that they come back.
[G] They have blood on their hands and it's [F] their own blood.
They look like those weapons they didn't [Am] load.
They look like those women they [Em] abandoned.
[D] They have taken the borders in [Em] the wrong direction.
[D]
[Em] They have climbed a lot of cocaine that pierced [G] the fog.
They have climbed mountains [F] and found a passage.
They have known the white cum, the oceans [Am] in a boat.
Between rage and luck, having [Em] crossed the Cape of Good [D] Hope.
They have taken the borders in [Em] the wrong direction.
[D]
[Em] They come to hit our eyelids, to deliver us strange news.
[G] It seems that by spitting on our brothers, we [F] spit on ourselves.
They are the last adventurers, the refugees [Am] without refuge.
They are called the paperless and our judges [Em] judge them.
[D] Desperate, the borders have [Em] no meaning.
They come
[D]
from [E] [Em]
so [D]
far away that they come [Em]
back.
Key:
Em
D
G
Am
E
Em
D
G
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [Dm] _
[Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ They come from so far away that they come back.
[G] _ They have blood on their hands and it's [F] their own blood.
They look like those weapons they didn't [Am] load.
They look like those women they [Em] abandoned.
_ _ _ [D] _ They have taken the borders in [Em] the wrong direction. _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ They have climbed a lot of cocaine that pierced [G] the fog.
_ They have climbed mountains [F] and found a passage.
They have known the white cum, the oceans [Am] in a boat.
Between rage and luck, having [Em] crossed the Cape of Good [D] Hope.
They have taken the borders in [Em] the wrong direction. _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] They come to hit our eyelids, to deliver us strange news.
[G] It seems that by spitting on our brothers, we [F] spit on ourselves.
They are the last adventurers, the refugees [Am] without refuge.
They are called the paperless and our judges [Em] judge them.
_ [D] _ Desperate, the borders have [Em] no meaning.
_ They come _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
from _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ so _ [D] _ _ _
far away that they come _ [Em] _
back. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [Dm] _
[Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ They come from so far away that they come back.
[G] _ They have blood on their hands and it's [F] their own blood.
They look like those weapons they didn't [Am] load.
They look like those women they [Em] abandoned.
_ _ _ [D] _ They have taken the borders in [Em] the wrong direction. _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ They have climbed a lot of cocaine that pierced [G] the fog.
_ They have climbed mountains [F] and found a passage.
They have known the white cum, the oceans [Am] in a boat.
Between rage and luck, having [Em] crossed the Cape of Good [D] Hope.
They have taken the borders in [Em] the wrong direction. _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] They come to hit our eyelids, to deliver us strange news.
[G] It seems that by spitting on our brothers, we [F] spit on ourselves.
They are the last adventurers, the refugees [Am] without refuge.
They are called the paperless and our judges [Em] judge them.
_ [D] _ Desperate, the borders have [Em] no meaning.
_ They come _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
from _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ so _ [D] _ _ _
far away that they come _ [Em] _
back. _ _ _ _ _ _