Chords for Nightmare Before Christmas - Jack's Lament (Vocal Piano Version) ft. Caleb Hyles
Tempo:
111.7 bpm
Chords used:
Am
C#
D#m
F#
A#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Dm] [F]
[F#] [A#m]
[A#] [G]
[A#m] There are few who deny at what [C#] I do I am [G] the best, for [F#] my talents are [F] renowned far and [D#m] wide.
[C] When it comes to [C#] surprises [C] in the [D#m] moonlit night, [C] I excel without ever even [F] trying.
[G#] With the slightest [A#] little effort [D#m] of my ghost [G#m]-like charms, [D#m] I have seen grown men give out a [E] shriek.
With the wave of my [Fm] hand and well [D#m]-placed mole, I have swept the very [A#] bravest off [D#m] their feet.
[A#] Yet year after [Bm] year, [E] it's the same [D#m] routine, [A#] and I grow so weary [D#m] of the sound of [Fm] screams.
[F#] And I, [D#m] Jack the Pumpkin [Cm] King, [Bm] have grown so [A#] tired [F#] of the same old [A#] thing.
[D#] Oh, somewhere [Cm] [Gm] deep [A] inside of [Em] these bones, an [Am] emptiness [C] began to [C] grow.
[D#] There's [D#m] something [D] out there [A] far from [B] my home, [Em] a longing that [B] I've [Em] never [C#] known.
I'm a master [B] of fright [G] and a demon [C#] of light, [C] and I'll scare [B] you right out of your [Am] pad.
[F#] To a guy [Gm] in Kentucky, [F#] I'm [Am] Mr.
Unlucky, and I'm [C#] known throughout England and [Bm] France.
[Am] And since [Bm] I am dead, [Am] I can take [A] off my head [Am] to recite
[E] Shakespearean [A#] quotations.
No [Dm] other
[Am] man [Bm] can scream like [Am] I can with the fury of [Bm] my [Am] recitations.
But [E]
[Fm] who here [A#] would ever [Am] understand that the Pumpkin [F#] King, with the [F#] skeleton [G#] grin,
[C] would tire [Am] of his crown if [C#] they only [F#m] understood.
[D] He'd give it [C#] all up [F#m] if he only [C#] could.
[F] Oh, there's [E] an empty [C#]
place [F#m] in my bones that [Bm] calls out [F#m] for [Bm] something [C#] unknown.
The [Fm] fame [E] and [Am] praise come [B] year after [F#m] year does [Bm] nothing
[F#m] for [C#] these empty [F#m] tears.
[D#] [F#m] [F#]
[F#] [A#m]
[A#] [G]
[A#m] There are few who deny at what [C#] I do I am [G] the best, for [F#] my talents are [F] renowned far and [D#m] wide.
[C] When it comes to [C#] surprises [C] in the [D#m] moonlit night, [C] I excel without ever even [F] trying.
[G#] With the slightest [A#] little effort [D#m] of my ghost [G#m]-like charms, [D#m] I have seen grown men give out a [E] shriek.
With the wave of my [Fm] hand and well [D#m]-placed mole, I have swept the very [A#] bravest off [D#m] their feet.
[A#] Yet year after [Bm] year, [E] it's the same [D#m] routine, [A#] and I grow so weary [D#m] of the sound of [Fm] screams.
[F#] And I, [D#m] Jack the Pumpkin [Cm] King, [Bm] have grown so [A#] tired [F#] of the same old [A#] thing.
[D#] Oh, somewhere [Cm] [Gm] deep [A] inside of [Em] these bones, an [Am] emptiness [C] began to [C] grow.
[D#] There's [D#m] something [D] out there [A] far from [B] my home, [Em] a longing that [B] I've [Em] never [C#] known.
I'm a master [B] of fright [G] and a demon [C#] of light, [C] and I'll scare [B] you right out of your [Am] pad.
[F#] To a guy [Gm] in Kentucky, [F#] I'm [Am] Mr.
Unlucky, and I'm [C#] known throughout England and [Bm] France.
[Am] And since [Bm] I am dead, [Am] I can take [A] off my head [Am] to recite
[E] Shakespearean [A#] quotations.
No [Dm] other
[Am] man [Bm] can scream like [Am] I can with the fury of [Bm] my [Am] recitations.
But [E]
[Fm] who here [A#] would ever [Am] understand that the Pumpkin [F#] King, with the [F#] skeleton [G#] grin,
[C] would tire [Am] of his crown if [C#] they only [F#m] understood.
[D] He'd give it [C#] all up [F#m] if he only [C#] could.
[F] Oh, there's [E] an empty [C#]
place [F#m] in my bones that [Bm] calls out [F#m] for [Bm] something [C#] unknown.
The [Fm] fame [E] and [Am] praise come [B] year after [F#m] year does [Bm] nothing
[F#m] for [C#] these empty [F#m] tears.
[D#] [F#m] [F#]
Key:
Am
C#
D#m
F#
A#
Am
C#
D#m
_ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ [F] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ [A#m] _
_ [A#] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ [A#m] There are few who deny at what [C#] I do I am [G] the best, for [F#] my talents are [F] renowned far and [D#m] wide.
_ [C] When it comes to [C#] surprises [C] in the [D#m] moonlit night, [C] I excel without ever even [F] trying.
_ [G#] With the slightest [A#] little effort [D#m] of my ghost [G#m]-like charms, [D#m] I have seen grown men give out a [E] shriek.
_ With the wave of my [Fm] hand and well [D#m]-placed mole, I have swept the very [A#] bravest off [D#m] their feet.
_ [A#] Yet year after [Bm] year, [E] it's the same [D#m] routine, [A#] and I grow so weary [D#m] of the sound of [Fm] screams.
[F#] And I, [D#m] Jack the Pumpkin [Cm] King, [Bm] have grown so [A#] tired [F#] of the same old [A#] thing. _ _ _ _ _
[D#] Oh, somewhere [Cm] _ [Gm] deep [A] inside of [Em] these bones, an [Am] _ emptiness _ [C] began to [C] grow.
[D#] There's [D#m] something _ [D] out there [A] far from [B] my home, [Em] a longing that [B] I've _ [Em] never _ [C#] known.
_ _ _ _ I'm a master [B] of fright [G] and a demon [C#] of light, [C] and I'll scare [B] you right out of your [Am] pad.
_ [F#] To a guy [Gm] in Kentucky, [F#] I'm [Am] Mr.
Unlucky, and I'm [C#] known throughout England and [Bm] France.
_ [Am] And since [Bm] I am dead, [Am] I can take [A] off my head [Am] to recite _
[E] Shakespearean [A#] _ quotations.
No [Dm] other _
[Am] man [Bm] can scream like [Am] I can with the fury of [Bm] my _ [Am] recitations.
_ But [E]
[Fm] who here [A#] would ever [Am] understand that the Pumpkin [F#] King, with the [F#] skeleton [G#] grin,
[C] would tire [Am] of his crown if [C#] they only [F#m] understood.
_ [D] He'd give it [C#] all up [F#m] if he only [C#] could. _ _ _
[F] Oh, there's [E] an empty [C#]
place [F#m] in my bones that [Bm] calls out [F#m] for [Bm] something _ [C#] unknown.
The [Fm] fame [E] and [Am] praise come [B] year after [F#m] year does [Bm] _ nothing _
[F#m] for [C#] these _ _ empty [F#m] _ tears.
_ _ _ _ [D#] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ [A#m] _
_ [A#] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ [A#m] There are few who deny at what [C#] I do I am [G] the best, for [F#] my talents are [F] renowned far and [D#m] wide.
_ [C] When it comes to [C#] surprises [C] in the [D#m] moonlit night, [C] I excel without ever even [F] trying.
_ [G#] With the slightest [A#] little effort [D#m] of my ghost [G#m]-like charms, [D#m] I have seen grown men give out a [E] shriek.
_ With the wave of my [Fm] hand and well [D#m]-placed mole, I have swept the very [A#] bravest off [D#m] their feet.
_ [A#] Yet year after [Bm] year, [E] it's the same [D#m] routine, [A#] and I grow so weary [D#m] of the sound of [Fm] screams.
[F#] And I, [D#m] Jack the Pumpkin [Cm] King, [Bm] have grown so [A#] tired [F#] of the same old [A#] thing. _ _ _ _ _
[D#] Oh, somewhere [Cm] _ [Gm] deep [A] inside of [Em] these bones, an [Am] _ emptiness _ [C] began to [C] grow.
[D#] There's [D#m] something _ [D] out there [A] far from [B] my home, [Em] a longing that [B] I've _ [Em] never _ [C#] known.
_ _ _ _ I'm a master [B] of fright [G] and a demon [C#] of light, [C] and I'll scare [B] you right out of your [Am] pad.
_ [F#] To a guy [Gm] in Kentucky, [F#] I'm [Am] Mr.
Unlucky, and I'm [C#] known throughout England and [Bm] France.
_ [Am] And since [Bm] I am dead, [Am] I can take [A] off my head [Am] to recite _
[E] Shakespearean [A#] _ quotations.
No [Dm] other _
[Am] man [Bm] can scream like [Am] I can with the fury of [Bm] my _ [Am] recitations.
_ But [E]
[Fm] who here [A#] would ever [Am] understand that the Pumpkin [F#] King, with the [F#] skeleton [G#] grin,
[C] would tire [Am] of his crown if [C#] they only [F#m] understood.
_ [D] He'd give it [C#] all up [F#m] if he only [C#] could. _ _ _
[F] Oh, there's [E] an empty [C#]
place [F#m] in my bones that [Bm] calls out [F#m] for [Bm] something _ [C#] unknown.
The [Fm] fame [E] and [Am] praise come [B] year after [F#m] year does [Bm] _ nothing _
[F#m] for [C#] these _ _ empty [F#m] _ tears.
_ _ _ _ [D#] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _