Chords for Nowherebound "Those Were The Days" Official Music Video
Tempo:
99.9 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
C
Em
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G] Well I'm a B-side balladeer, [D]
brought lyrics, sheets, and tears [Em] to keep your distance or
you'll wind [C] up in the song.
[G] And those who got too close [D] ended up chasing after ghosts [Em] while I wrote only intenses [C] past the wrongs.
[G]
We sung songs of teenage [D] chicks and broken hearts and [Em] politics while burning every bridge
[C] we met across.
[G] We sang funerals and falling [D] stars and backup plans, complained [Em] bars and notes that scratch
all everything [C] we've lost.
[Bm]
I wrote so many [C] songs to change the [G] world, but when I strung those rusty [D] chords they'd
make me just feel [Bm] old.
And when she's here, [C] she's my favorite girl, [G] but abuse can only stay [D] until the fireplace gets cold.
[G] But all you beautiful losers [D] thought you were strong streamers, [Em] you are the friends, you
are the hearts, you [C] are the mutes.
[G]
Let's sing of matching glory [D] days, lament the loss along the [Em] way, all the hearts and
all the chords we [C] did abuse.
Those [G] were the days.
[D] [Em]
[C] [G]
[D] [Em]
[C] [G]
Rough beach killed poor [D] Icarus, he got so close then bit the [Em] dust while the desert swallowed hearts.
[C] Because Sam's due time.
[G] But I loved her in those plaited [D] curls, a beauty mark, a stainless [Em] steel, and a smile
that said I love you, [C] never mind.
[Bm]
When it rains, [C] well I swear it [G] pours, rock songs that break the levee [D] down and drown
us in the flood.
[Bm]
And when it's dry, [C] well it's such a chore, [G] praying to the gods to smash the [D] dam and squeeze the stone.
But [G] all you beautiful losers [D] thought you were strong streamers, you [Em] are the friends, you
are the hearts, you [C] are the mutes.
[G] Let's sing of matching glory [D] days, lament the loss along the [Em] way, all the hearts and all
the chords we [C] did abuse.
Those [G] were the days.
[D] [Em]
[C] [G]
[D] [Em]
[C] [G]
[D] [Em]
[C] [G]
[D] [Em]
[C] I've [G] got a thousand [D] miles behind me [Em] and a million more [C] to go.
[G] I've got a thousand [D] miles behind me [Em] and a million more [C] to go.
I've [G] got a thousand [D] miles behind me [E] and a million more [C] to go.
I've [G] got a thousand [D] miles behind me [E] and a million more [C] to go.
[G] A beast-hard balladeer, [D] raw lyrics, sheets of tears to [Em] keep you at distance or you'll
wind [C] up in the storm.
[Em]
[Eb] [N]
brought lyrics, sheets, and tears [Em] to keep your distance or
you'll wind [C] up in the song.
[G] And those who got too close [D] ended up chasing after ghosts [Em] while I wrote only intenses [C] past the wrongs.
[G]
We sung songs of teenage [D] chicks and broken hearts and [Em] politics while burning every bridge
[C] we met across.
[G] We sang funerals and falling [D] stars and backup plans, complained [Em] bars and notes that scratch
all everything [C] we've lost.
[Bm]
I wrote so many [C] songs to change the [G] world, but when I strung those rusty [D] chords they'd
make me just feel [Bm] old.
And when she's here, [C] she's my favorite girl, [G] but abuse can only stay [D] until the fireplace gets cold.
[G] But all you beautiful losers [D] thought you were strong streamers, [Em] you are the friends, you
are the hearts, you [C] are the mutes.
[G]
Let's sing of matching glory [D] days, lament the loss along the [Em] way, all the hearts and
all the chords we [C] did abuse.
Those [G] were the days.
[D] [Em]
[C] [G]
[D] [Em]
[C] [G]
Rough beach killed poor [D] Icarus, he got so close then bit the [Em] dust while the desert swallowed hearts.
[C] Because Sam's due time.
[G] But I loved her in those plaited [D] curls, a beauty mark, a stainless [Em] steel, and a smile
that said I love you, [C] never mind.
[Bm]
When it rains, [C] well I swear it [G] pours, rock songs that break the levee [D] down and drown
us in the flood.
[Bm]
And when it's dry, [C] well it's such a chore, [G] praying to the gods to smash the [D] dam and squeeze the stone.
But [G] all you beautiful losers [D] thought you were strong streamers, you [Em] are the friends, you
are the hearts, you [C] are the mutes.
[G] Let's sing of matching glory [D] days, lament the loss along the [Em] way, all the hearts and all
the chords we [C] did abuse.
Those [G] were the days.
[D] [Em]
[C] [G]
[D] [Em]
[C] [G]
[D] [Em]
[C] [G]
[D] [Em]
[C] I've [G] got a thousand [D] miles behind me [Em] and a million more [C] to go.
[G] I've got a thousand [D] miles behind me [Em] and a million more [C] to go.
I've [G] got a thousand [D] miles behind me [E] and a million more [C] to go.
I've [G] got a thousand [D] miles behind me [E] and a million more [C] to go.
[G] A beast-hard balladeer, [D] raw lyrics, sheets of tears to [Em] keep you at distance or you'll
wind [C] up in the storm.
[Em]
[Eb] [N]
Key:
G
D
C
Em
Bm
G
D
C
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] Well I'm a B-side balladeer, [D]
brought lyrics, sheets, and tears [Em] to keep your distance or
you'll wind [C] up in the song.
_ [G] And those who got too close [D] ended up chasing after ghosts [Em] while I wrote only intenses [C] past the wrongs.
_ _ _ _ [G]
We sung songs of teenage [D] chicks and broken hearts and [Em] politics while burning every bridge
[C] we met across.
_ [G] We sang funerals and falling [D] stars and backup plans, complained [Em] bars and notes that scratch
all everything [C] we've lost.
_ [Bm] _
I wrote so many [C] songs to change the [G] world, but when I strung those rusty [D] chords they'd
make me just feel [Bm] old.
And when she's here, [C] she's my favorite girl, [G] but abuse can only stay [D] until the fireplace gets cold.
[G] But all you beautiful losers [D] thought you were strong streamers, [Em] you are the friends, you
are the hearts, you [C] are the mutes.
_ [G] _
Let's sing of matching glory [D] days, lament the loss along the [Em] way, all the hearts and
all the chords we [C] did abuse.
Those [G] were the days.
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [G] _
Rough beach killed poor [D] Icarus, he got so close then bit the [Em] dust while the desert swallowed hearts.
[C] Because Sam's due time.
[G] But I loved her in those plaited [D] curls, a beauty mark, a stainless [Em] steel, and a smile
that said I love you, [C] never mind.
_ [Bm] _
When it rains, [C] well I swear it [G] pours, rock songs that break the levee [D] down and drown
us in the flood.
[Bm]
And when it's dry, [C] well it's such a chore, [G] praying to the gods to smash the [D] dam and squeeze the stone.
But [G] all you beautiful losers [D] thought you were strong streamers, you [Em] are the friends, you
are the hearts, you [C] are the mutes.
_ [G] Let's sing of matching glory [D] days, lament the loss along the [Em] way, all the hearts and all
the chords we [C] did abuse.
Those _ [G] were the days.
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ I've [G] got a thousand [D] miles behind me [Em] and a million more [C] to go.
[G] I've got a thousand [D] miles behind me [Em] and a million more [C] to go.
I've [G] got a thousand [D] miles behind me [E] and a million more [C] to go.
I've [G] got a thousand [D] miles behind me [E] and a million more [C] to go.
[G] A beast-hard balladeer, [D] raw lyrics, sheets of tears to [Em] keep you at distance or you'll
wind [C] up in the storm. _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] Well I'm a B-side balladeer, [D]
brought lyrics, sheets, and tears [Em] to keep your distance or
you'll wind [C] up in the song.
_ [G] And those who got too close [D] ended up chasing after ghosts [Em] while I wrote only intenses [C] past the wrongs.
_ _ _ _ [G]
We sung songs of teenage [D] chicks and broken hearts and [Em] politics while burning every bridge
[C] we met across.
_ [G] We sang funerals and falling [D] stars and backup plans, complained [Em] bars and notes that scratch
all everything [C] we've lost.
_ [Bm] _
I wrote so many [C] songs to change the [G] world, but when I strung those rusty [D] chords they'd
make me just feel [Bm] old.
And when she's here, [C] she's my favorite girl, [G] but abuse can only stay [D] until the fireplace gets cold.
[G] But all you beautiful losers [D] thought you were strong streamers, [Em] you are the friends, you
are the hearts, you [C] are the mutes.
_ [G] _
Let's sing of matching glory [D] days, lament the loss along the [Em] way, all the hearts and
all the chords we [C] did abuse.
Those [G] were the days.
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [G] _
Rough beach killed poor [D] Icarus, he got so close then bit the [Em] dust while the desert swallowed hearts.
[C] Because Sam's due time.
[G] But I loved her in those plaited [D] curls, a beauty mark, a stainless [Em] steel, and a smile
that said I love you, [C] never mind.
_ [Bm] _
When it rains, [C] well I swear it [G] pours, rock songs that break the levee [D] down and drown
us in the flood.
[Bm]
And when it's dry, [C] well it's such a chore, [G] praying to the gods to smash the [D] dam and squeeze the stone.
But [G] all you beautiful losers [D] thought you were strong streamers, you [Em] are the friends, you
are the hearts, you [C] are the mutes.
_ [G] Let's sing of matching glory [D] days, lament the loss along the [Em] way, all the hearts and all
the chords we [C] did abuse.
Those _ [G] were the days.
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ I've [G] got a thousand [D] miles behind me [Em] and a million more [C] to go.
[G] I've got a thousand [D] miles behind me [Em] and a million more [C] to go.
I've [G] got a thousand [D] miles behind me [E] and a million more [C] to go.
I've [G] got a thousand [D] miles behind me [E] and a million more [C] to go.
[G] A beast-hard balladeer, [D] raw lyrics, sheets of tears to [Em] keep you at distance or you'll
wind [C] up in the storm. _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _