Chords for Mark Heard - 4 - Orphans Of God - Satellite Sky (1992)
Tempo:
92 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
D
Em
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G]
[D]
[G]
[C]
[G] [C]
[G] I'm going to sing a song called,
[D] The Christmas Wind.
[G] I'm going to sing a song called,
[C]
[G] [C] I want [D] to touch, but my eyes have [G] not seen.
They packaged our virtue,
[C] In cellulose [G] dreams.
[C] Sold us the [G] rims,
Till [D] our pockets are clean.
Till [G] us fall round our feet,
Like the [C] dust of [G] dead leaves.
We'll end [D] up looking like,
What we [G] believe.
[C] We are slick of [G] virtues,
[C] Running wild and [D] unsharkable.
We [G] will always [C] be remembered,
[D] As the orphans [G] of God.
[C] They will dig up,
[G] Whose ruins,
[C] The exclusive [D] of our bones.
And [G] throw again,
[C] To the memory,
[D] Of the orphans [G] of God.
[D]
[G] Like bees in a bottle,
We're [C] flying with [G] fate.
[C] Pretending [G] our wings,
Against [D] the walls of this place.
[G] Unaware,
That the struggle,
Is the [C] blood [G] of the proof.
In [C] choosing [D] to believe,
The unbelievable [G] truth.
They have captured our civics,
[C] They have rendered them [G] mute.
They have [C] disputed [G] our lineage,
[D] And poisoned our roots.
[G] We have fallen from the broken,
[C] Who have broken [G] their oaths.
We're out on the street,
[D] With love in [G] our throats.
[C] We are slick of [G] virtues,
[C] Running wild and [D] unsharkable.
[G] We will always [C] be remembered,
[D] As the orphans [G] of God.
[C] They will dig up,
[G] Whose ruins,
[C] The exclusive [D] of our bones.
And [G] throw again,
[C] To the memory,
[D] Of the orphans [G] of God.
Again, [C] to the memory,
[D] Of the orphans [G] of God.
[C]
[G] [D]
[G] [D]
[G]
[Em]
[G] [A]
[G] [D]
[G]
[D]
[G]
[C]
[G] [C]
[G] I'm going to sing a song called,
[D] The Christmas Wind.
[G] I'm going to sing a song called,
[C]
[G] [C] I want [D] to touch, but my eyes have [G] not seen.
They packaged our virtue,
[C] In cellulose [G] dreams.
[C] Sold us the [G] rims,
Till [D] our pockets are clean.
Till [G] us fall round our feet,
Like the [C] dust of [G] dead leaves.
We'll end [D] up looking like,
What we [G] believe.
[C] We are slick of [G] virtues,
[C] Running wild and [D] unsharkable.
We [G] will always [C] be remembered,
[D] As the orphans [G] of God.
[C] They will dig up,
[G] Whose ruins,
[C] The exclusive [D] of our bones.
And [G] throw again,
[C] To the memory,
[D] Of the orphans [G] of God.
[D]
[G] Like bees in a bottle,
We're [C] flying with [G] fate.
[C] Pretending [G] our wings,
Against [D] the walls of this place.
[G] Unaware,
That the struggle,
Is the [C] blood [G] of the proof.
In [C] choosing [D] to believe,
The unbelievable [G] truth.
They have captured our civics,
[C] They have rendered them [G] mute.
They have [C] disputed [G] our lineage,
[D] And poisoned our roots.
[G] We have fallen from the broken,
[C] Who have broken [G] their oaths.
We're out on the street,
[D] With love in [G] our throats.
[C] We are slick of [G] virtues,
[C] Running wild and [D] unsharkable.
[G] We will always [C] be remembered,
[D] As the orphans [G] of God.
[C] They will dig up,
[G] Whose ruins,
[C] The exclusive [D] of our bones.
And [G] throw again,
[C] To the memory,
[D] Of the orphans [G] of God.
Again, [C] to the memory,
[D] Of the orphans [G] of God.
[C]
[G] [D]
[G] [D]
[G]
[Em]
[G] [A]
[G] [D]
[G]
Key:
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Em
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[G] I'm going to sing a song called,
_ [D] The Christmas Wind.
_ _ _ [G] I'm going to sing a song called,
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[G] _ _ [C] I want [D] to touch, but my eyes have [G] not seen. _ _ _
They packaged our virtue, _
[C] In cellulose [G] dreams. _ _
[C] Sold us the [G] rims,
Till [D] our pockets are clean.
Till [G] us fall round our feet,
Like the [C] dust of [G] dead leaves. _
We'll end [D] up looking like,
What we _ [G] believe.
[C] We are slick of [G] virtues, _
[C] Running wild and [D] _ unsharkable.
We [G] will always [C] be remembered,
[D] As the orphans [G] of God.
[C] They will dig up,
[G] Whose ruins,
[C] The exclusive [D] of our bones.
And [G] throw again,
[C] To the memory,
[D] Of the orphans [G] of God. _
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[G] Like bees in a bottle, _
We're [C] flying with [G] fate. _ _
_ [C] Pretending [G] our wings,
Against [D] the walls of this place. _ _
[G] Unaware,
That the struggle,
Is the [C] blood [G] of the proof.
In [C] choosing [D] to believe,
The unbelievable [G] truth. _ _
_ _ They have captured our civics,
[C] They have rendered them [G] mute.
_ They have [C] disputed [G] our lineage,
[D] And poisoned our roots.
[G] We have fallen from the broken,
[C] Who have broken [G] their _ oaths.
We're out on the street,
[D] With love in [G] our throats.
[C] We are slick of [G] virtues,
[C] Running wild and [D] unsharkable.
[G] We will always [C] be remembered,
[D] As the orphans [G] of God.
[C] They will dig up,
[G] Whose ruins,
[C] The exclusive [D] of our bones.
And [G] throw again,
[C] To the memory,
[D] Of the orphans [G] of God.
_ Again, [C] to the memory,
[D] Of the orphans [G] of God. _ _ _
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[G] _ _ _ [C] _ _
[G] I'm going to sing a song called,
_ [D] The Christmas Wind.
_ _ _ [G] I'm going to sing a song called,
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _
[G] _ _ [C] I want [D] to touch, but my eyes have [G] not seen. _ _ _
They packaged our virtue, _
[C] In cellulose [G] dreams. _ _
[C] Sold us the [G] rims,
Till [D] our pockets are clean.
Till [G] us fall round our feet,
Like the [C] dust of [G] dead leaves. _
We'll end [D] up looking like,
What we _ [G] believe.
[C] We are slick of [G] virtues, _
[C] Running wild and [D] _ unsharkable.
We [G] will always [C] be remembered,
[D] As the orphans [G] of God.
[C] They will dig up,
[G] Whose ruins,
[C] The exclusive [D] of our bones.
And [G] throw again,
[C] To the memory,
[D] Of the orphans [G] of God. _
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[D] _ _ _ _ _
[G] Like bees in a bottle, _
We're [C] flying with [G] fate. _ _
_ [C] Pretending [G] our wings,
Against [D] the walls of this place. _ _
[G] Unaware,
That the struggle,
Is the [C] blood [G] of the proof.
In [C] choosing [D] to believe,
The unbelievable [G] truth. _ _
_ _ They have captured our civics,
[C] They have rendered them [G] mute.
_ They have [C] disputed [G] our lineage,
[D] And poisoned our roots.
[G] We have fallen from the broken,
[C] Who have broken [G] their _ oaths.
We're out on the street,
[D] With love in [G] our throats.
[C] We are slick of [G] virtues,
[C] Running wild and [D] unsharkable.
[G] We will always [C] be remembered,
[D] As the orphans [G] of God.
[C] They will dig up,
[G] Whose ruins,
[C] The exclusive [D] of our bones.
And [G] throw again,
[C] To the memory,
[D] Of the orphans [G] of God.
_ Again, [C] to the memory,
[D] Of the orphans [G] of God. _ _ _
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