Chords for Mark Heard - 5 - Another Day In Limbo - Satellite Sky (1992)
Tempo:
120 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
C
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D]
[G]
[D]
[G]
Pray for the foothills, hope for the drums, for the [D] flower lines and rockers.
[G] Mountains gray as velvet, fields of thorns and [D] yucca, wild and black and ramblers.
[C] Facing the skies, the day burns away [G] as it gets to morning.
Sheltering the dead stones, pray for the lost bones.
All [C] the way [D] down, turnings and [G] gulps.
Picking away the sunrise, as it ends in the wind.
The pain of the buried faces, [D] faces of the [G] day and them.
Pray for the fire and heaven when everything seems so stone cold.
Eating the clumps of [D] pain from the other day and them.
[G]
Pray for the foggy, low birds and [D] windmills and satellite fishes.
[G] Triple talkers, I will [D] walkers who grant them no wishes.
[C] Shaking a fist at the ask to [G] bring on a blackening sky.
And crackling in the home and beauty [D] and charms of their [G] sight.
Picking away the sunrise, as it ends in the wind.
The pain of the buried faces, [D] faces of the day and them.
[G] Picking away the sun from heaven when everything seems so stone cold.
Eating the clumps of pain [D] from the other day [G] and them.
[C]
[D]
[G] Pray for the foothills, iron horse with four [D] wheels, box of drum and rattle.
[G] Horns of the palm kings, born silk of horse [D] kings, talented and blighted.
[C] They sing in the sand for the sun of the [G] land and salt and fire and water.
Space like a kernel, rising up in [C] thermals, hope brings [D] eternal.
Once in a while, [G] picking away the sunrise, as it ends in the wind.
The pain of the buried faces, [D] faces of the day and them.
[G] Picking away the sun from heaven when everything seems so stone cold.
Eating the clumps of pain [D] from the other day and them.
[G] Picking away the sunrise, as it ends in the wind.
The pain of the buried faces, [D] faces of the [A] day and them.
[G] Eating the clumps of pain [D] from the other day and [G] them.
[N]
[G]
[D]
[G]
Pray for the foothills, hope for the drums, for the [D] flower lines and rockers.
[G] Mountains gray as velvet, fields of thorns and [D] yucca, wild and black and ramblers.
[C] Facing the skies, the day burns away [G] as it gets to morning.
Sheltering the dead stones, pray for the lost bones.
All [C] the way [D] down, turnings and [G] gulps.
Picking away the sunrise, as it ends in the wind.
The pain of the buried faces, [D] faces of the [G] day and them.
Pray for the fire and heaven when everything seems so stone cold.
Eating the clumps of [D] pain from the other day and them.
[G]
Pray for the foggy, low birds and [D] windmills and satellite fishes.
[G] Triple talkers, I will [D] walkers who grant them no wishes.
[C] Shaking a fist at the ask to [G] bring on a blackening sky.
And crackling in the home and beauty [D] and charms of their [G] sight.
Picking away the sunrise, as it ends in the wind.
The pain of the buried faces, [D] faces of the day and them.
[G] Picking away the sun from heaven when everything seems so stone cold.
Eating the clumps of pain [D] from the other day [G] and them.
[C]
[D]
[G] Pray for the foothills, iron horse with four [D] wheels, box of drum and rattle.
[G] Horns of the palm kings, born silk of horse [D] kings, talented and blighted.
[C] They sing in the sand for the sun of the [G] land and salt and fire and water.
Space like a kernel, rising up in [C] thermals, hope brings [D] eternal.
Once in a while, [G] picking away the sunrise, as it ends in the wind.
The pain of the buried faces, [D] faces of the day and them.
[G] Picking away the sun from heaven when everything seems so stone cold.
Eating the clumps of pain [D] from the other day and them.
[G] Picking away the sunrise, as it ends in the wind.
The pain of the buried faces, [D] faces of the [A] day and them.
[G] Eating the clumps of pain [D] from the other day and [G] them.
[N]
Key:
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_ _ Pray for the foothills, hope for the drums, for the [D] flower lines and _ rockers.
_ _ [G] Mountains gray as velvet, fields of thorns and [D] yucca, wild and black and _ ramblers.
_ _ [C] Facing the skies, the day burns away [G] as it gets to morning. _
_ _ _ Sheltering the dead stones, pray for the lost bones.
All [C] the way [D] down, turnings and [G] gulps.
Picking away the sunrise, as it ends in the wind.
The pain of the buried faces, [D] faces of the [G] day and them.
Pray for the fire and heaven when everything seems so stone cold.
Eating the clumps of [D] pain from the other day and them.
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_ _ Pray for the foggy, low birds and [D] windmills and satellite fishes. _ _
_ _ [G] _ Triple talkers, I will [D] walkers who grant them no wishes. _
_ _ [C] _ Shaking a fist at the ask to [G] bring on a blackening sky. _
_ And crackling in the home and _ _ _ beauty [D] and charms of their [G] sight.
Picking away the sunrise, as it ends in the wind.
The pain of the buried faces, [D] faces of the day and them.
[G] Picking away the sun from heaven when everything seems so stone cold.
Eating the clumps of pain [D] from the other day [G] and them. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ [G] Pray for the foothills, iron horse with four [D] wheels, box of drum and rattle. _
_ _ [G] _ Horns of the palm kings, born silk of horse [D] kings, talented and blighted. _
_ [C] They sing in the sand for the sun of the [G] land and salt and fire and water.
_ _ Space like a kernel, rising up in [C] thermals, hope brings [D] eternal.
Once in a while, [G] picking away the sunrise, as it ends in the wind.
The pain of the buried faces, [D] faces of the day and them.
[G] Picking away the sun from heaven when everything seems so stone cold.
Eating the clumps of pain [D] from the other day and them.
[G] Picking away the sunrise, as it ends in the wind.
The pain of the buried faces, [D] faces of the [A] day and them.
[G] Eating the _ _ _ _ _ _ clumps of pain [D] from the other day and [G] them. _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ Pray for the foothills, hope for the drums, for the [D] flower lines and _ rockers.
_ _ [G] Mountains gray as velvet, fields of thorns and [D] yucca, wild and black and _ ramblers.
_ _ [C] Facing the skies, the day burns away [G] as it gets to morning. _
_ _ _ Sheltering the dead stones, pray for the lost bones.
All [C] the way [D] down, turnings and [G] gulps.
Picking away the sunrise, as it ends in the wind.
The pain of the buried faces, [D] faces of the [G] day and them.
Pray for the fire and heaven when everything seems so stone cold.
Eating the clumps of [D] pain from the other day and them.
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Pray for the foggy, low birds and [D] windmills and satellite fishes. _ _
_ _ [G] _ Triple talkers, I will [D] walkers who grant them no wishes. _
_ _ [C] _ Shaking a fist at the ask to [G] bring on a blackening sky. _
_ And crackling in the home and _ _ _ beauty [D] and charms of their [G] sight.
Picking away the sunrise, as it ends in the wind.
The pain of the buried faces, [D] faces of the day and them.
[G] Picking away the sun from heaven when everything seems so stone cold.
Eating the clumps of pain [D] from the other day [G] and them. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ [G] Pray for the foothills, iron horse with four [D] wheels, box of drum and rattle. _
_ _ [G] _ Horns of the palm kings, born silk of horse [D] kings, talented and blighted. _
_ [C] They sing in the sand for the sun of the [G] land and salt and fire and water.
_ _ Space like a kernel, rising up in [C] thermals, hope brings [D] eternal.
Once in a while, [G] picking away the sunrise, as it ends in the wind.
The pain of the buried faces, [D] faces of the day and them.
[G] Picking away the sun from heaven when everything seems so stone cold.
Eating the clumps of pain [D] from the other day and them.
[G] Picking away the sunrise, as it ends in the wind.
The pain of the buried faces, [D] faces of the [A] day and them.
[G] Eating the _ _ _ _ _ _ clumps of pain [D] from the other day and [G] them. _ _ _ _ _
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