Chords for Marc Almond - Toreador in the Rain
Tempo:
120.2 bpm
Chords used:
Dm
C
Em
F
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D] [G]
[Dm] [A]
[F] Sad little boy off [Em] the street, hands of [Dm] a thief, the mind of [C] a dreamer.
[F] Dodging the puddles with [C] feet of a [Dm] torero in an [C] arena.
Sings [B] an old [C] Andalusian [Fm] song, dancing along, using [Dm] his dirty [C] red [Dm] coldest pig.
[Am]
[F] Rain thundering [Em] down, sounds like the [Dm] applause from hundreds [C] of people.
[F] He feels free as [Em] the wind, free as [Dm] the swift around the [C] cathedral.
[Dm] Kneels to [F] acknowledge his fame, forgets all his pain, [Dm] little [C] Torre Adore in [Dm] the rain.
[Am]
[Dm] [Am]
[Dm] [Am]
[F] They hate the rainbow [C] of pink, purple [Dm] and blue outside La [C] Molina.
[F] The pavement reflecting [C] in the all lights this [Dm] torero in his [C] arena.
[Dm] He [C] looks down at [F] his [C] clothes, imagining [F] [C] those worn [Dm] at seeking [C]
gold [Dm] bouquets.
[Am]
[Dm] [Am]
[Dm] [Am] Feast [F] to feast, fearing the least, knowing [C] death will [Dm] not find him.
Maybe [Am] one day he [F] will face the [C] haunt [F] of the devil, his [C] childhood [Dm] behind him.
[F] Brave young man from [C] the streets, no more [Dm] a thief, no longer [C] a dreamer.
[F] Stands in front of [Em] the beast, a golden [Dm] torero in [C] an arena.
[F] It starts to [C] thunder and rain, remembering [F] that day he [C] danced [Dm] like a fool on a [C] wing [Dm] of a dream.
[Am]
[G] Sand turning [D] to mud, soon where [Em] his blood will splatter [D] and mingle.
[G] Free, free [D] as an angel, up with [Em] the swift around [D] the cathedral.
[G] Never to be seen [D] again, dreams [G] all in vain, [D] there [Em] lies the Torre [D] Adore [Em] in the rain.
[Bm]
[Em] Little Torre Adore in the [Bm] rain.
[Em] Little Torre Adore [Bm] in the rain.
[Em] [Bm] [Em] [Bm]
[Em] [Bm]
[Em] [Bm]
[Em] [Bm]
[Em] [Bm]
[Em] [Bm]
[Em] [Bm]
[Em] [Bm]
[Em] [G] [N]
[Dm] [A]
[F] Sad little boy off [Em] the street, hands of [Dm] a thief, the mind of [C] a dreamer.
[F] Dodging the puddles with [C] feet of a [Dm] torero in an [C] arena.
Sings [B] an old [C] Andalusian [Fm] song, dancing along, using [Dm] his dirty [C] red [Dm] coldest pig.
[Am]
[F] Rain thundering [Em] down, sounds like the [Dm] applause from hundreds [C] of people.
[F] He feels free as [Em] the wind, free as [Dm] the swift around the [C] cathedral.
[Dm] Kneels to [F] acknowledge his fame, forgets all his pain, [Dm] little [C] Torre Adore in [Dm] the rain.
[Am]
[Dm] [Am]
[Dm] [Am]
[F] They hate the rainbow [C] of pink, purple [Dm] and blue outside La [C] Molina.
[F] The pavement reflecting [C] in the all lights this [Dm] torero in his [C] arena.
[Dm] He [C] looks down at [F] his [C] clothes, imagining [F] [C] those worn [Dm] at seeking [C]
gold [Dm] bouquets.
[Am]
[Dm] [Am]
[Dm] [Am] Feast [F] to feast, fearing the least, knowing [C] death will [Dm] not find him.
Maybe [Am] one day he [F] will face the [C] haunt [F] of the devil, his [C] childhood [Dm] behind him.
[F] Brave young man from [C] the streets, no more [Dm] a thief, no longer [C] a dreamer.
[F] Stands in front of [Em] the beast, a golden [Dm] torero in [C] an arena.
[F] It starts to [C] thunder and rain, remembering [F] that day he [C] danced [Dm] like a fool on a [C] wing [Dm] of a dream.
[Am]
[G] Sand turning [D] to mud, soon where [Em] his blood will splatter [D] and mingle.
[G] Free, free [D] as an angel, up with [Em] the swift around [D] the cathedral.
[G] Never to be seen [D] again, dreams [G] all in vain, [D] there [Em] lies the Torre [D] Adore [Em] in the rain.
[Bm]
[Em] Little Torre Adore in the [Bm] rain.
[Em] Little Torre Adore [Bm] in the rain.
[Em] [Bm] [Em] [Bm]
[Em] [Bm]
[Em] [Bm]
[Em] [Bm]
[Em] [Bm]
[Em] [Bm]
[Em] [Bm]
[Em] [Bm]
[Em] [G] [N]
Key:
Dm
C
Em
F
Bm
Dm
C
Em
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[D] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
[F] Sad little boy off [Em] the street, hands of [Dm] a thief, the mind of [C] a dreamer.
[F] Dodging the puddles with [C] feet of a [Dm] torero in an [C] arena.
Sings [B] an old [C] Andalusian [Fm] song, dancing along, using [Dm] his dirty [C] red [Dm] coldest pig.
_ _ [Am] _ _
_ [F] Rain thundering [Em] down, sounds like the [Dm] applause from hundreds [C] of people.
[F] He feels free as [Em] the wind, free as [Dm] the swift around the [C] cathedral.
_ [Dm] Kneels to [F] acknowledge his fame, forgets all his pain, [Dm] little [C] Torre Adore in [Dm] the rain.
_ [Am] _ _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ [Am] _ _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ [Am] _ _
[F] They hate the rainbow [C] of pink, purple [Dm] and blue outside La [C] Molina.
[F] The pavement reflecting [C] in the all lights this [Dm] torero in his [C] arena. _
[Dm] He [C] looks down at [F] his [C] clothes, imagining [F] [C] those worn [Dm] at seeking [C]
gold [Dm] bouquets.
_ [Am] _ _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ [Am] _ _
_ [Dm] _ [Am] Feast [F] to feast, fearing the least, knowing [C] death will [Dm] not find him.
Maybe [Am] one day he [F] will face the [C] haunt [F] of the devil, his [C] childhood [Dm] behind him.
[F] Brave young man from [C] the streets, no more [Dm] a thief, no longer [C] a dreamer.
[F] Stands in front of [Em] the beast, a golden [Dm] torero in [C] an arena.
[F] It starts to [C] thunder and rain, remembering [F] that day he [C] danced [Dm] like a fool on a [C] wing [Dm] of a dream.
_ _ [Am] _
_ [G] Sand turning [D] to mud, soon where [Em] his blood will splatter [D] and mingle.
_ [G] Free, free [D] as an angel, up with [Em] the swift around [D] the cathedral.
_ [G] Never to be seen [D] again, dreams [G] all in vain, [D] there [Em] lies the Torre [D] Adore [Em] in the rain.
_ [Bm] _ _
[Em] Little Torre Adore in the [Bm] rain.
[Em] Little Torre Adore [Bm] in the rain.
[Em] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
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_ [Em] _ _ _ [G] _ [N] _
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[D] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
[F] Sad little boy off [Em] the street, hands of [Dm] a thief, the mind of [C] a dreamer.
[F] Dodging the puddles with [C] feet of a [Dm] torero in an [C] arena.
Sings [B] an old [C] Andalusian [Fm] song, dancing along, using [Dm] his dirty [C] red [Dm] coldest pig.
_ _ [Am] _ _
_ [F] Rain thundering [Em] down, sounds like the [Dm] applause from hundreds [C] of people.
[F] He feels free as [Em] the wind, free as [Dm] the swift around the [C] cathedral.
_ [Dm] Kneels to [F] acknowledge his fame, forgets all his pain, [Dm] little [C] Torre Adore in [Dm] the rain.
_ [Am] _ _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ [Am] _ _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ [Am] _ _
[F] They hate the rainbow [C] of pink, purple [Dm] and blue outside La [C] Molina.
[F] The pavement reflecting [C] in the all lights this [Dm] torero in his [C] arena. _
[Dm] He [C] looks down at [F] his [C] clothes, imagining [F] [C] those worn [Dm] at seeking [C]
gold [Dm] bouquets.
_ [Am] _ _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ [Am] _ _
_ [Dm] _ [Am] Feast [F] to feast, fearing the least, knowing [C] death will [Dm] not find him.
Maybe [Am] one day he [F] will face the [C] haunt [F] of the devil, his [C] childhood [Dm] behind him.
[F] Brave young man from [C] the streets, no more [Dm] a thief, no longer [C] a dreamer.
[F] Stands in front of [Em] the beast, a golden [Dm] torero in [C] an arena.
[F] It starts to [C] thunder and rain, remembering [F] that day he [C] danced [Dm] like a fool on a [C] wing [Dm] of a dream.
_ _ [Am] _
_ [G] Sand turning [D] to mud, soon where [Em] his blood will splatter [D] and mingle.
_ [G] Free, free [D] as an angel, up with [Em] the swift around [D] the cathedral.
_ [G] Never to be seen [D] again, dreams [G] all in vain, [D] there [Em] lies the Torre [D] Adore [Em] in the rain.
_ [Bm] _ _
[Em] Little Torre Adore in the [Bm] rain.
[Em] Little Torre Adore [Bm] in the rain.
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