Chords for Luka Bloom: Every Grain Of Sand (2014)
Tempo:
58.95 bpm
Chords used:
D
Bm
A
G
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Bm] [D] [Bm] [D]
[Bm] [D] [Bm]
[D] At the time of my confession, [Bm] [D] in the hour of my deepest [Bm] need,
[D] When the pool of tears [Bm] beneath my feet [G] floods every newborn sea,
[D] There's a dying voice [Bm] within me, [D] reaching out [Bm] somewhere,
[D] Toiling in the [Bm] danger and [A] in the morals [D] of despair.
I don't have the inclination to look back on any [A] mistakes,
[D] Like canine I now behold this chain of events that I [A] must break.
[D] In the fury of the [Bm] moment, [D] I can see the master's [Bm] hand,
[D] In every leaf that [Bm] trembles, [A] and in every [D] grain of sand.
[Bm] [D] [Bm] [D] Oh, the flowers of [Bm] indulgence, [D] and the weeds of [Bm] yesteryear,
[D] Like criminals they have [Bm] choked the breath [G] of conscience and good cheer.
[D] The sun beats down upon the steps, time to light [Bm] the way,
[D] To ease the pain [Bm] of idleness, [G] and the memories of decay.
I [E] gaze into the doorway [D] of temptation's [A] angry flame,
And [D] every time I pass that way, I can always [G] hear my name.
[D] Then [Bm] onward in my journey, [D] I come to [Bm] understand,
[D] That every hair [Bm] is numbered, [D] like every grain of sand.
[Bm]
[D] [Bm] [D] [Bm]
[D] I have gone from rags [Bm] to riches, [D] in the sorrow of the [Bm] night,
[D] In the violence of a [Bm] summer's dream, [D] in the chill of a wintry [G] light,
[D] In the bitter dance of [Bm] loneliness, [D] fading [Bm] into space.
[D] In the broken mirror of [Bm] innocence, [A] upon each [D] forgotten face,
I hear the ancient footsteps, like the motion [A] of the sea.
Sometimes I [D] turn, there's someone there, other times there's [A] only me.
[D] I am hanging [Bm] in the [D] balance, the reality of [Bm] mine,
[D] Like every [Bm] sparrow falling, [G] like every [D] grain of sand.
[Bm] [D] [Bm] [D] [Bm] [D]
[Bm] [D] [Bm]
[D] At the time of my confession, [Bm] [D] in the hour of my deepest [Bm] need,
[D] When the pool of tears [Bm] beneath my feet [G] floods every newborn sea,
[D] There's a dying voice [Bm] within me, [D] reaching out [Bm] somewhere,
[D] Toiling in the [Bm] danger and [A] in the morals [D] of despair.
I don't have the inclination to look back on any [A] mistakes,
[D] Like canine I now behold this chain of events that I [A] must break.
[D] In the fury of the [Bm] moment, [D] I can see the master's [Bm] hand,
[D] In every leaf that [Bm] trembles, [A] and in every [D] grain of sand.
[Bm] [D] [Bm] [D] Oh, the flowers of [Bm] indulgence, [D] and the weeds of [Bm] yesteryear,
[D] Like criminals they have [Bm] choked the breath [G] of conscience and good cheer.
[D] The sun beats down upon the steps, time to light [Bm] the way,
[D] To ease the pain [Bm] of idleness, [G] and the memories of decay.
I [E] gaze into the doorway [D] of temptation's [A] angry flame,
And [D] every time I pass that way, I can always [G] hear my name.
[D] Then [Bm] onward in my journey, [D] I come to [Bm] understand,
[D] That every hair [Bm] is numbered, [D] like every grain of sand.
[Bm]
[D] [Bm] [D] [Bm]
[D] I have gone from rags [Bm] to riches, [D] in the sorrow of the [Bm] night,
[D] In the violence of a [Bm] summer's dream, [D] in the chill of a wintry [G] light,
[D] In the bitter dance of [Bm] loneliness, [D] fading [Bm] into space.
[D] In the broken mirror of [Bm] innocence, [A] upon each [D] forgotten face,
I hear the ancient footsteps, like the motion [A] of the sea.
Sometimes I [D] turn, there's someone there, other times there's [A] only me.
[D] I am hanging [Bm] in the [D] balance, the reality of [Bm] mine,
[D] Like every [Bm] sparrow falling, [G] like every [D] grain of sand.
[Bm] [D] [Bm] [D] [Bm] [D]
Key:
D
Bm
A
G
E
D
Bm
A
_ _ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ [Bm] _ [D] _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ [Bm] _
[D] At the time of my confession, [Bm] _ [D] in the hour of my deepest [Bm] need,
[D] When the pool of tears [Bm] beneath my feet [G] floods every newborn sea,
[D] There's a dying voice [Bm] within me, [D] reaching out [Bm] somewhere, _
[D] Toiling in the [Bm] danger and [A] in the morals [D] of despair.
I don't have the inclination to look back on any [A] mistakes,
[D] Like canine I now behold this chain of events that I [A] must break.
[D] In the fury of the [Bm] moment, [D] I can see the master's [Bm] hand,
[D] In every leaf that [Bm] trembles, [A] and in every [D] grain of sand. _
[Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ [Bm] _ [D] Oh, the flowers of [Bm] indulgence, [D] and the weeds of [Bm] yesteryear,
[D] Like criminals they have [Bm] choked the breath [G] of conscience and good cheer.
[D] The sun beats down upon the steps, time to light [Bm] the way,
[D] To ease the pain [Bm] of idleness, [G] and the memories of decay.
I [E] gaze into the doorway [D] of temptation's [A] angry flame,
And [D] every time I pass that way, I can always [G] hear my name.
[D] Then [Bm] onward in my journey, [D] I come to [Bm] understand,
[D] That every hair [Bm] is numbered, [D] like every grain of sand.
_ [Bm] _ _
[D] _ _ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ [Bm] _
[D] I have gone from rags [Bm] to riches, [D] in the sorrow of the [Bm] night,
[D] In the violence of a [Bm] summer's dream, [D] in the chill of a wintry [G] light,
[D] In the bitter dance of [Bm] loneliness, [D] fading [Bm] into space.
[D] In the broken mirror of [Bm] innocence, [A] upon each [D] forgotten face,
I hear the ancient footsteps, like the motion [A] of the sea.
Sometimes I [D] turn, there's someone there, other times there's [A] only me.
[D] I am hanging [Bm] in the [D] balance, the reality of [Bm] mine,
[D] Like every [Bm] sparrow falling, [G] like every [D] grain of sand.
[Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ [Bm] _
[D] At the time of my confession, [Bm] _ [D] in the hour of my deepest [Bm] need,
[D] When the pool of tears [Bm] beneath my feet [G] floods every newborn sea,
[D] There's a dying voice [Bm] within me, [D] reaching out [Bm] somewhere, _
[D] Toiling in the [Bm] danger and [A] in the morals [D] of despair.
I don't have the inclination to look back on any [A] mistakes,
[D] Like canine I now behold this chain of events that I [A] must break.
[D] In the fury of the [Bm] moment, [D] I can see the master's [Bm] hand,
[D] In every leaf that [Bm] trembles, [A] and in every [D] grain of sand. _
[Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ [Bm] _ [D] Oh, the flowers of [Bm] indulgence, [D] and the weeds of [Bm] yesteryear,
[D] Like criminals they have [Bm] choked the breath [G] of conscience and good cheer.
[D] The sun beats down upon the steps, time to light [Bm] the way,
[D] To ease the pain [Bm] of idleness, [G] and the memories of decay.
I [E] gaze into the doorway [D] of temptation's [A] angry flame,
And [D] every time I pass that way, I can always [G] hear my name.
[D] Then [Bm] onward in my journey, [D] I come to [Bm] understand,
[D] That every hair [Bm] is numbered, [D] like every grain of sand.
_ [Bm] _ _
[D] _ _ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ [Bm] _
[D] I have gone from rags [Bm] to riches, [D] in the sorrow of the [Bm] night,
[D] In the violence of a [Bm] summer's dream, [D] in the chill of a wintry [G] light,
[D] In the bitter dance of [Bm] loneliness, [D] fading [Bm] into space.
[D] In the broken mirror of [Bm] innocence, [A] upon each [D] forgotten face,
I hear the ancient footsteps, like the motion [A] of the sea.
Sometimes I [D] turn, there's someone there, other times there's [A] only me.
[D] I am hanging [Bm] in the [D] balance, the reality of [Bm] mine,
[D] Like every [Bm] sparrow falling, [G] like every [D] grain of sand.
[Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _