Chords for Mark Heard - 1 - Tip Of My Tongue - Satellite Sky (1992)
Tempo:
116.95 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
E
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C]
[G]
[C]
[G] It's a fight in the chill of night.
[C] It's a turnabout in the sun's heat.
Makes [G] it to hell in its own right.
[C] I've been far-shared in the lowlands and the canyons and the sand.
[G] Been pushed to the brink of death.
I've been oppressed, innocent, dead, not to speak.
[C] I've been confounded in the whirlwind of what-ifs and [G] dreams.
I've been burned by the burning of the wind, back upon my own face.
[C] Got the scars from my eyes.
Got the words from my lungs.
[G] I don't care how hard I try.
[C]
[G]
Well, [C] I've seen through the walls of this kingdom of dung.
I've [G] been filled with the curse of revelation.
[C] But the broad swords of the hard war came to date me dead [G] behind interception.
I [C] don't want to feel lonely.
[E] I don't want to feel pain.
[G] I don't want to cross the cross with the sons of Cain.
You can take it [C] as a prayer if you remember my name.
[G] You can take it as a penance from a broken shame.
[F] I can scare you [C] with my
[G] eyes.
Talk to you all the time.
I [C] can scare you with my eyes.
Let the words from my lungs [G] come on loud.
All the simple black [C] shards.
[G]
[C]
[G]
There is [C] no answer to the heat of day.
There [G] is a fire in the chill of night.
[C] And I know the point of no return.
[G] I will feel it in the twilight.
[C] Let's drink up some [G] fresh, my walls like a train.
Or like a chorus from the mountains of the ocean floor.
[C] Like a windmills, bird wings, [G] chicken fry.
The heart beating like a mad dog in the far side of Nantes.
Don't [C] you care for my name.
Let the words from my lungs.
[G] I won't look you out from the tip of my tongue.
I [C] can scare you with my eyes.
I won't look you out from the tip of my tongue.
[G] I won't look you out from the tip of my tongue.
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I [G]
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[G] won't look you out from the tip of my tongue.
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you
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[G] [N]
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[C]
[G] It's a fight in the chill of night.
[C] It's a turnabout in the sun's heat.
Makes [G] it to hell in its own right.
[C] I've been far-shared in the lowlands and the canyons and the sand.
[G] Been pushed to the brink of death.
I've been oppressed, innocent, dead, not to speak.
[C] I've been confounded in the whirlwind of what-ifs and [G] dreams.
I've been burned by the burning of the wind, back upon my own face.
[C] Got the scars from my eyes.
Got the words from my lungs.
[G] I don't care how hard I try.
[C]
[G]
Well, [C] I've seen through the walls of this kingdom of dung.
I've [G] been filled with the curse of revelation.
[C] But the broad swords of the hard war came to date me dead [G] behind interception.
I [C] don't want to feel lonely.
[E] I don't want to feel pain.
[G] I don't want to cross the cross with the sons of Cain.
You can take it [C] as a prayer if you remember my name.
[G] You can take it as a penance from a broken shame.
[F] I can scare you [C] with my
[G] eyes.
Talk to you all the time.
I [C] can scare you with my eyes.
Let the words from my lungs [G] come on loud.
All the simple black [C] shards.
[G]
[C]
[G]
There is [C] no answer to the heat of day.
There [G] is a fire in the chill of night.
[C] And I know the point of no return.
[G] I will feel it in the twilight.
[C] Let's drink up some [G] fresh, my walls like a train.
Or like a chorus from the mountains of the ocean floor.
[C] Like a windmills, bird wings, [G] chicken fry.
The heart beating like a mad dog in the far side of Nantes.
Don't [C] you care for my name.
Let the words from my lungs.
[G] I won't look you out from the tip of my tongue.
I [C] can scare you with my eyes.
I won't look you out from the tip of my tongue.
[G] I won't look you out from the tip of my tongue.
[C]
I [G]
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[G] won't look you out from the tip of my tongue.
[C]
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you
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[G] [N]
Key:
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_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] It's a fight in the chill of night.
_ _ [C] It's a turnabout in the sun's heat.
_ Makes [G] it to hell in its own right.
_ _ _ [C] I've been far-shared in the lowlands and the canyons and the sand.
[G] Been pushed to the brink of death.
I've been oppressed, innocent, dead, not to speak.
[C] I've been confounded in the whirlwind of what-ifs and [G] dreams.
I've been burned by the burning of the wind, back upon my own face.
[C] Got the scars from my eyes.
Got the words from my lungs.
[G] I don't care how hard _ I try.
_ [C] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ Well, [C] I've seen through the walls of this kingdom of dung.
I've [G] been filled with the curse of revelation.
_ _ _ [C] But the broad swords of the hard war came to date me dead [G] behind interception.
_ _ I [C] don't want to feel lonely.
[E] I don't want to feel pain.
[G] I don't want to cross the cross with the sons of Cain.
You can take it [C] as a prayer if you remember my name.
[G] You can take it as a penance from a broken shame.
[F] I can scare you [C] with my _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ eyes.
Talk to you all the time.
I [C] can scare you with my eyes.
Let the words from my lungs [G] come on loud.
All the simple black _ [C] shards. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
There is [C] no answer to the heat of day.
_ There [G] is a fire in the chill of night.
_ _ [C] And I know the point of no return.
_ _ [G] I will feel it in the twilight.
_ _ _ [C] Let's drink up some [G] fresh, my walls like a train.
Or like a chorus from the mountains of the ocean floor.
[C] Like a windmills, bird wings, [G] chicken fry.
The heart beating like a mad dog in the far side of Nantes.
Don't [C] you care for my name.
Let the words from my lungs.
[G] I won't look you out from the tip of my tongue.
I [C] can scare you with my eyes.
I won't look you out from the tip of my tongue.
[G] I won't look you out from the tip of my tongue.
_ [C] _ _ _
I _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] won't look you out from the tip of my tongue.
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you
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_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [N] _ _
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_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] It's a fight in the chill of night.
_ _ [C] It's a turnabout in the sun's heat.
_ Makes [G] it to hell in its own right.
_ _ _ [C] I've been far-shared in the lowlands and the canyons and the sand.
[G] Been pushed to the brink of death.
I've been oppressed, innocent, dead, not to speak.
[C] I've been confounded in the whirlwind of what-ifs and [G] dreams.
I've been burned by the burning of the wind, back upon my own face.
[C] Got the scars from my eyes.
Got the words from my lungs.
[G] I don't care how hard _ I try.
_ [C] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ Well, [C] I've seen through the walls of this kingdom of dung.
I've [G] been filled with the curse of revelation.
_ _ _ [C] But the broad swords of the hard war came to date me dead [G] behind interception.
_ _ I [C] don't want to feel lonely.
[E] I don't want to feel pain.
[G] I don't want to cross the cross with the sons of Cain.
You can take it [C] as a prayer if you remember my name.
[G] You can take it as a penance from a broken shame.
[F] I can scare you [C] with my _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ eyes.
Talk to you all the time.
I [C] can scare you with my eyes.
Let the words from my lungs [G] come on loud.
All the simple black _ [C] shards. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
There is [C] no answer to the heat of day.
_ There [G] is a fire in the chill of night.
_ _ [C] And I know the point of no return.
_ _ [G] I will feel it in the twilight.
_ _ _ [C] Let's drink up some [G] fresh, my walls like a train.
Or like a chorus from the mountains of the ocean floor.
[C] Like a windmills, bird wings, [G] chicken fry.
The heart beating like a mad dog in the far side of Nantes.
Don't [C] you care for my name.
Let the words from my lungs.
[G] I won't look you out from the tip of my tongue.
I [C] can scare you with my eyes.
I won't look you out from the tip of my tongue.
[G] I won't look you out from the tip of my tongue.
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I _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ [G] won't look you out from the tip of my tongue.
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you
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