Chords for Paul Shapera - New Albion 1
Tempo:
119.8 bpm
Chords used:
Gm
D
Cm
Eb
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D] [G]
[Bb] [Cm]
[Gm]
[G] [Eb]
[Cm]
[Cm] [D]
[Gm] Several hundred years before, a gambler and a monk embarked [Eb] on a long trek through the
endless prairies of the [Cm] lore.
They had a fierce debate about God and chance and fate [D] and to resolve it agreed a game of
cards indeed be played.
[Gm] The game went on all day and through the next and next they played [Eb] and around them a shelter
was built to shield the rainy [Cm] street.
Around the shelter formed then a church, a house, a bar [Gm] and that [D] is how the city of New
[Gm] Albion was born.
That is [Db] how the city of New [Gm] Albion was born.
[G] [Eb]
[Cm]
[D]
[Gm]
New Albion today with bustling streets, machines, cafes [Eb] and the nice, the wise, the eccentric and insane.
[Cm] The mafia's run by a redhead dwarf with just one eye, [D] whose affairs he decides with a pair
of silver dice.
[Gm] Over the Zeppelin Union pilots a Castrati boss presides [Eb] and we hear his song each afternoon
as he flies by.
[Cm] There's prisons made of lead and gargoyles of iron shreds [G] and [D] Annabelle McAllister who's
raising [Gm] up the dead.
[D] Annabelle McAllister who's raising [Gm] up the dead.
[Eb]
[Cm]
[D]
[Gm] The Lodge on Ashland Street is where the alchemist's guild meets [Eb] and to join you have to [Cm] craft
a glass pearl from a young girl's dream.
A group of thieves they heard broke in the [Ebm] lodge to steal their pearls but [D] in the morning
they were found there sitting staring unprepared.
[Gm] The twilight prophecy and aphrodisiac contains [Eb] nonsense but yet they copulate in doorways anyway.
[Cm] There's inventors and inbred in upper classes it's been said.
[Gm] And [D] Annabelle McAllister who's raising [Gm] up the dead.
Annabelle McAllister who's raising up the dead.
Clever [D] little Annabella with her [Gm] clever head.
Oh, Annabelle McAllister who's raising up the dead.
[N]
[Bb] [Cm]
[Gm]
[G] [Eb]
[Cm]
[Cm] [D]
[Gm] Several hundred years before, a gambler and a monk embarked [Eb] on a long trek through the
endless prairies of the [Cm] lore.
They had a fierce debate about God and chance and fate [D] and to resolve it agreed a game of
cards indeed be played.
[Gm] The game went on all day and through the next and next they played [Eb] and around them a shelter
was built to shield the rainy [Cm] street.
Around the shelter formed then a church, a house, a bar [Gm] and that [D] is how the city of New
[Gm] Albion was born.
That is [Db] how the city of New [Gm] Albion was born.
[G] [Eb]
[Cm]
[D]
[Gm]
New Albion today with bustling streets, machines, cafes [Eb] and the nice, the wise, the eccentric and insane.
[Cm] The mafia's run by a redhead dwarf with just one eye, [D] whose affairs he decides with a pair
of silver dice.
[Gm] Over the Zeppelin Union pilots a Castrati boss presides [Eb] and we hear his song each afternoon
as he flies by.
[Cm] There's prisons made of lead and gargoyles of iron shreds [G] and [D] Annabelle McAllister who's
raising [Gm] up the dead.
[D] Annabelle McAllister who's raising [Gm] up the dead.
[Eb]
[Cm]
[D]
[Gm] The Lodge on Ashland Street is where the alchemist's guild meets [Eb] and to join you have to [Cm] craft
a glass pearl from a young girl's dream.
A group of thieves they heard broke in the [Ebm] lodge to steal their pearls but [D] in the morning
they were found there sitting staring unprepared.
[Gm] The twilight prophecy and aphrodisiac contains [Eb] nonsense but yet they copulate in doorways anyway.
[Cm] There's inventors and inbred in upper classes it's been said.
[Gm] And [D] Annabelle McAllister who's raising [Gm] up the dead.
Annabelle McAllister who's raising up the dead.
Clever [D] little Annabella with her [Gm] clever head.
Oh, Annabelle McAllister who's raising up the dead.
[N]
Key:
Gm
D
Cm
Eb
G
Gm
D
Cm
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ [Cm] _
[Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Cm] _
_ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] Several hundred years before, a gambler and a monk embarked [Eb] on a long trek through the
endless prairies of the [Cm] lore.
They had a fierce debate about God and chance and fate [D] and to resolve it agreed a game of
cards indeed be played.
[Gm] The game went on all day and through the next and next they played [Eb] and around them a shelter
was built to shield the rainy [Cm] street.
Around the shelter formed then a church, a house, a bar [Gm] and that [D] is how the city of New
[Gm] Albion was born.
That is [Db] how the city of New [Gm] Albion was born. _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Cm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Gm]
New Albion today with bustling streets, machines, cafes [Eb] and the nice, the wise, the eccentric and insane.
[Cm] The mafia's run by a redhead dwarf with just one eye, [D] whose affairs he decides with a pair
of silver dice.
[Gm] Over the Zeppelin Union pilots a Castrati boss presides [Eb] and we hear his song each afternoon
as he flies by.
[Cm] There's prisons made of lead and gargoyles of iron shreds [G] and [D] Annabelle McAllister who's
raising [Gm] up the dead. _
[D] Annabelle McAllister who's raising [Gm] up the dead. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Cm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] The Lodge on Ashland Street is where the alchemist's guild meets [Eb] and to join you have to [Cm] craft
a glass pearl from a young girl's dream.
A group of thieves they heard broke in the [Ebm] lodge to steal their pearls but [D] in the morning
they were found there sitting staring unprepared.
[Gm] The twilight prophecy and _ aphrodisiac contains [Eb] nonsense but yet they copulate in doorways anyway.
[Cm] There's inventors and inbred in upper classes it's been said.
[Gm] And [D] Annabelle McAllister who's raising [Gm] up the dead. _
Annabelle McAllister who's raising up the dead.
Clever [D] little Annabella with her [Gm] clever head.
Oh, Annabelle McAllister who's raising up the dead. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ [Cm] _
[Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Cm] _
_ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] Several hundred years before, a gambler and a monk embarked [Eb] on a long trek through the
endless prairies of the [Cm] lore.
They had a fierce debate about God and chance and fate [D] and to resolve it agreed a game of
cards indeed be played.
[Gm] The game went on all day and through the next and next they played [Eb] and around them a shelter
was built to shield the rainy [Cm] street.
Around the shelter formed then a church, a house, a bar [Gm] and that [D] is how the city of New
[Gm] Albion was born.
That is [Db] how the city of New [Gm] Albion was born. _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Cm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Gm]
New Albion today with bustling streets, machines, cafes [Eb] and the nice, the wise, the eccentric and insane.
[Cm] The mafia's run by a redhead dwarf with just one eye, [D] whose affairs he decides with a pair
of silver dice.
[Gm] Over the Zeppelin Union pilots a Castrati boss presides [Eb] and we hear his song each afternoon
as he flies by.
[Cm] There's prisons made of lead and gargoyles of iron shreds [G] and [D] Annabelle McAllister who's
raising [Gm] up the dead. _
[D] Annabelle McAllister who's raising [Gm] up the dead. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Cm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] The Lodge on Ashland Street is where the alchemist's guild meets [Eb] and to join you have to [Cm] craft
a glass pearl from a young girl's dream.
A group of thieves they heard broke in the [Ebm] lodge to steal their pearls but [D] in the morning
they were found there sitting staring unprepared.
[Gm] The twilight prophecy and _ aphrodisiac contains [Eb] nonsense but yet they copulate in doorways anyway.
[Cm] There's inventors and inbred in upper classes it's been said.
[Gm] And [D] Annabelle McAllister who's raising [Gm] up the dead. _
Annabelle McAllister who's raising up the dead.
Clever [D] little Annabella with her [Gm] clever head.
Oh, Annabelle McAllister who's raising up the dead. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _