Chords for Ren - Jenny's Tale (Acoustic) | Live from Beyond Retro, Brighton
Tempo:
88 bpm
Chords used:
Dm
Am
A
F
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E]
[F] [C] [A] [F] [Dm]
[E] [Am] [G] [F]
[C] [D#] [E]
[Am] [Dm]
[Em] [Am]
[Dm] [Em] [Am]
On [E] the cold, dark [F#m] night in the empty street, somewhere in London City.
Jenny walked alone, she was [Dm] dragging her feet, [Em] she was heading back home to sleep.
Well [F#m] she knew this town, she knew [Dm] this floor, cos she walked it about a thousand times before [A] she wanted to escape.
[Dm] Can you blame?
[A] Well on the very same night in a [Dm] different place,
all this hoody dong used by the name [Am] of James, he was fourteen years old,
and out of his [Dm] brain he'd been smoking [G] ganja with the boys.
[A] James, he grew up to be a kid of the street, [Dm] his name's Queen and Sweet, she was quick on [F] his feet,
he was a liar, thief, of fourteen years old, the devil had set [Em] his sights on his soul.
[Am] As Jenny walked home, all alone she felt [Dm] scared.
Usually she was alright, but it was like there was something in her [A] head.
A divine intervention telling her to [Dm] beware, maybe [C#] intuition bugging her and making her [Am] so scared.
Sirens sounded a distance to the beat of [Dm] Jenny's feet, a symphony of the night that echoes crime [Em] on London streets.
Jenny [D] turned a corner when her eyes they meet, a poor girl with [A#] Jenny and a [Am] boy named Scree.
Give me all your money bitch, give it to me, [Dm] if you cooperate then you'll soon [A] be free,
I want your purse, your phone, don't fucking look at me, I mean it bitch, are you listening to me?
[Am] Jenny frees the statue like a lady shapes, [Dm] stalactite, feel like liquid nitrogen in the dark [Am] night.
She tried to find strength to move [A#] it, stayed still as the statue in high [A] heels shoots.
What the hell you playing at, you playing [Dm] games with me?
I swear to fucking God I'll slice the rosy off [A] your cheek, you think I don't mean it [Dm] girl, you don't know me.
The [A] last thing you see will be a boy called Screech, reached for the sheet of the blade with the [Dm] teeth,
could bite through steel and slice [A] concrete, he swung possessed with the devil in his chest
[G] and the statue that she was turned to butter in her breath.
[Am] On a cold dark [C] night, in an empty [F#m] street, somewhere along those sad days,
[Am] Jenny lay still on the cold concrete, [Dm] she's found somewhere to sleep.
[C] Well she knew this town, she knew this floor,
[Dm] cos she walked it about a thousand [C] times before I guessed that she [G] escaped.
[F]
It's such a shame.
[Am] [F#m] [Am]
[F] [C] [A] [F] [Dm]
[E] [Am] [G] [F]
[C] [D#] [E]
[Am] [Dm]
[Em] [Am]
[Dm] [Em] [Am]
On [E] the cold, dark [F#m] night in the empty street, somewhere in London City.
Jenny walked alone, she was [Dm] dragging her feet, [Em] she was heading back home to sleep.
Well [F#m] she knew this town, she knew [Dm] this floor, cos she walked it about a thousand times before [A] she wanted to escape.
[Dm] Can you blame?
[A] Well on the very same night in a [Dm] different place,
all this hoody dong used by the name [Am] of James, he was fourteen years old,
and out of his [Dm] brain he'd been smoking [G] ganja with the boys.
[A] James, he grew up to be a kid of the street, [Dm] his name's Queen and Sweet, she was quick on [F] his feet,
he was a liar, thief, of fourteen years old, the devil had set [Em] his sights on his soul.
[Am] As Jenny walked home, all alone she felt [Dm] scared.
Usually she was alright, but it was like there was something in her [A] head.
A divine intervention telling her to [Dm] beware, maybe [C#] intuition bugging her and making her [Am] so scared.
Sirens sounded a distance to the beat of [Dm] Jenny's feet, a symphony of the night that echoes crime [Em] on London streets.
Jenny [D] turned a corner when her eyes they meet, a poor girl with [A#] Jenny and a [Am] boy named Scree.
Give me all your money bitch, give it to me, [Dm] if you cooperate then you'll soon [A] be free,
I want your purse, your phone, don't fucking look at me, I mean it bitch, are you listening to me?
[Am] Jenny frees the statue like a lady shapes, [Dm] stalactite, feel like liquid nitrogen in the dark [Am] night.
She tried to find strength to move [A#] it, stayed still as the statue in high [A] heels shoots.
What the hell you playing at, you playing [Dm] games with me?
I swear to fucking God I'll slice the rosy off [A] your cheek, you think I don't mean it [Dm] girl, you don't know me.
The [A] last thing you see will be a boy called Screech, reached for the sheet of the blade with the [Dm] teeth,
could bite through steel and slice [A] concrete, he swung possessed with the devil in his chest
[G] and the statue that she was turned to butter in her breath.
[Am] On a cold dark [C] night, in an empty [F#m] street, somewhere along those sad days,
[Am] Jenny lay still on the cold concrete, [Dm] she's found somewhere to sleep.
[C] Well she knew this town, she knew this floor,
[Dm] cos she walked it about a thousand [C] times before I guessed that she [G] escaped.
[F]
It's such a shame.
[Am] [F#m] [Am]
Key:
Dm
Am
A
F
C
Dm
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A
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_ [F] _ _ [C] _ [A] _ [F] _ _ [Dm] _
[E] _ _ [Am] _ _ [G] _ _ _ [F] _
[C] _ [D#] _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ [Am] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [Am] _
_ _ _ On [E] the cold, dark [F#m] night in the empty street, somewhere in London City.
Jenny walked alone, she was [Dm] dragging her feet, [Em] she was heading back home to sleep.
Well [F#m] she knew this town, she knew [Dm] this floor, cos she walked it about a thousand times before [A] she wanted to escape.
_ [Dm] Can you blame?
_ [A] Well on the very same night in a [Dm] different place,
all this hoody dong used by the name [Am] of James, he was fourteen years old,
and out of his [Dm] brain he'd been smoking [G] ganja with the boys.
[A] James, he grew up to be a kid of the street, [Dm] his name's Queen and Sweet, she was quick on [F] his feet,
he was a liar, thief, of fourteen years old, the devil had set [Em] his sights on his soul.
[Am] As Jenny walked home, all alone she felt [Dm] scared.
Usually she was alright, but it was like there was something in her [A] head.
A divine intervention telling her to [Dm] beware, maybe [C#] intuition bugging her and making her [Am] so scared.
Sirens sounded a distance to the beat of [Dm] Jenny's feet, a symphony of the night that echoes crime [Em] on London streets.
Jenny [D] turned a corner when her eyes they meet, a poor girl with [A#] Jenny and a [Am] boy named Scree.
Give me all your money bitch, give it to me, [Dm] if you cooperate then you'll soon [A] be free,
I want your purse, your phone, don't fucking look at me, I mean it bitch, are you listening to me?
[Am] Jenny frees the statue like a lady shapes, [Dm] stalactite, feel like liquid nitrogen in the dark [Am] night.
She tried to find strength to move [A#] it, stayed still as the statue in high [A] heels shoots.
What the hell you playing at, you playing [Dm] games with me?
I swear to fucking God I'll slice the rosy off [A] your cheek, you think I don't mean it [Dm] girl, you don't know me.
The [A] last thing you see will be a boy called Screech, reached for the sheet of the blade with the [Dm] teeth,
could bite through steel and slice [A] concrete, he swung possessed with the devil in his chest
[G] and the statue that she was turned to butter in her breath. _
_ [Am] On a cold dark [C] night, in an empty [F#m] street, somewhere along those sad days,
[Am] Jenny lay still on the cold concrete, [Dm] she's found somewhere to sleep.
[C] Well she knew this town, she knew this floor,
[Dm] cos she walked it about a thousand [C] times before I guessed that she [G] escaped.
_ _ [F]
It's such a shame.
[Am] _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ [C] _ [A] _ [F] _ _ [Dm] _
[E] _ _ [Am] _ _ [G] _ _ _ [F] _
[C] _ [D#] _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [Am] _
_ _ _ On [E] the cold, dark [F#m] night in the empty street, somewhere in London City.
Jenny walked alone, she was [Dm] dragging her feet, [Em] she was heading back home to sleep.
Well [F#m] she knew this town, she knew [Dm] this floor, cos she walked it about a thousand times before [A] she wanted to escape.
_ [Dm] Can you blame?
_ [A] Well on the very same night in a [Dm] different place,
all this hoody dong used by the name [Am] of James, he was fourteen years old,
and out of his [Dm] brain he'd been smoking [G] ganja with the boys.
[A] James, he grew up to be a kid of the street, [Dm] his name's Queen and Sweet, she was quick on [F] his feet,
he was a liar, thief, of fourteen years old, the devil had set [Em] his sights on his soul.
[Am] As Jenny walked home, all alone she felt [Dm] scared.
Usually she was alright, but it was like there was something in her [A] head.
A divine intervention telling her to [Dm] beware, maybe [C#] intuition bugging her and making her [Am] so scared.
Sirens sounded a distance to the beat of [Dm] Jenny's feet, a symphony of the night that echoes crime [Em] on London streets.
Jenny [D] turned a corner when her eyes they meet, a poor girl with [A#] Jenny and a [Am] boy named Scree.
Give me all your money bitch, give it to me, [Dm] if you cooperate then you'll soon [A] be free,
I want your purse, your phone, don't fucking look at me, I mean it bitch, are you listening to me?
[Am] Jenny frees the statue like a lady shapes, [Dm] stalactite, feel like liquid nitrogen in the dark [Am] night.
She tried to find strength to move [A#] it, stayed still as the statue in high [A] heels shoots.
What the hell you playing at, you playing [Dm] games with me?
I swear to fucking God I'll slice the rosy off [A] your cheek, you think I don't mean it [Dm] girl, you don't know me.
The [A] last thing you see will be a boy called Screech, reached for the sheet of the blade with the [Dm] teeth,
could bite through steel and slice [A] concrete, he swung possessed with the devil in his chest
[G] and the statue that she was turned to butter in her breath. _
_ [Am] On a cold dark [C] night, in an empty [F#m] street, somewhere along those sad days,
[Am] Jenny lay still on the cold concrete, [Dm] she's found somewhere to sleep.
[C] Well she knew this town, she knew this floor,
[Dm] cos she walked it about a thousand [C] times before I guessed that she [G] escaped.
_ _ [F]
It's such a shame.
[Am] _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _