Chords for Slaughter Beach, Dog - 104 Degrees
Tempo:
114.6 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
A
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D]
I saw her in a dream exiting the bookstore lobby, sitting on a bench on Baltimore Inn,
reading Yurakami, [A] slick with salt beneath the sun, her [G] hands now tying up her hair.
On [Bm] there, the deeply tinted shades reflect my unbelieving stare, [G] and at once, I am taken.
[D] She asked me what I wanted as a front-ender of the mural, and I said,
I felt a mislocation, a pressure to pursue another [A] love, another touch, [G] another tired conversation.
After [Bm] she shut her novel sharply, proposed a new location, [G] and at once, I obliged.
I obliged.
[D] Tales from the protested form of printed paper flyers, she says ideas so old and emitting counterculture, makes me tired.
She [A] leads me into a cafe, her [G] intention is exact, it [Bm] is one hundred feet degrees, she takes her coffee hot and black,
and [G] at once, I am entranced.
She suggests [D] we settle down, we settle down for good, she knows the perfect place on North District in her old neighborhood,
and in [A] a taxi, it sounds a horn, and it [G] is full of all our things, and it [Bm] is parked outside the cafe, and the driver sounds [D] incredibly
[G]
[D] chanty
and freely, she rolls her room background completely, the driver dives into a station, and then she smiles at me discreetly.
[A] She says I love this song, and turns [G] away, and tracks the clouds, the driver [Bm] curses me fiendishly, while a heavy metal drummer plays us [D] out.
[G]
[D] [N]
I saw her in a dream exiting the bookstore lobby, sitting on a bench on Baltimore Inn,
reading Yurakami, [A] slick with salt beneath the sun, her [G] hands now tying up her hair.
On [Bm] there, the deeply tinted shades reflect my unbelieving stare, [G] and at once, I am taken.
[D] She asked me what I wanted as a front-ender of the mural, and I said,
I felt a mislocation, a pressure to pursue another [A] love, another touch, [G] another tired conversation.
After [Bm] she shut her novel sharply, proposed a new location, [G] and at once, I obliged.
I obliged.
[D] Tales from the protested form of printed paper flyers, she says ideas so old and emitting counterculture, makes me tired.
She [A] leads me into a cafe, her [G] intention is exact, it [Bm] is one hundred feet degrees, she takes her coffee hot and black,
and [G] at once, I am entranced.
She suggests [D] we settle down, we settle down for good, she knows the perfect place on North District in her old neighborhood,
and in [A] a taxi, it sounds a horn, and it [G] is full of all our things, and it [Bm] is parked outside the cafe, and the driver sounds [D] incredibly
[G]
[D] chanty
and freely, she rolls her room background completely, the driver dives into a station, and then she smiles at me discreetly.
[A] She says I love this song, and turns [G] away, and tracks the clouds, the driver [Bm] curses me fiendishly, while a heavy metal drummer plays us [D] out.
[G]
[D] [N]
Key:
G
D
A
Bm
G
D
A
Bm
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ I saw her in a dream exiting the bookstore lobby, sitting on a bench on Baltimore Inn,
reading Yurakami, [A] slick with salt beneath the sun, her [G] hands now tying up her hair.
On [Bm] there, the deeply tinted shades reflect my unbelieving stare, [G] and at once, _ _ _ _ I am taken. _ _
_ _ _ [D] She asked me what I wanted as a front-ender of the mural, and I said,
I felt a mislocation, a pressure to pursue another [A] love, another touch, [G] another tired conversation.
After [Bm] she shut her novel sharply, proposed a new location, [G] and at once, _ I obliged.
I obliged. _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] Tales from the protested form of printed paper flyers, she says ideas so old and emitting counterculture, makes me tired.
She [A] leads me into a cafe, her [G] intention is exact, it [Bm] is one hundred feet degrees, she takes her coffee hot and black,
and [G] at once, _ _ _ _ _ I am entranced. _
_ _ She suggests [D] we settle down, we settle down for good, she knows the perfect place on North District in her old neighborhood,
and in [A] a taxi, it sounds a horn, and it [G] is full of all our things, and it [Bm] is parked outside the cafe, and the driver sounds _ [D] incredibly_ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _chanty
and freely, she rolls her room background completely, the driver dives into a station, and then she smiles at me discreetly.
[A] She says I love this song, and turns [G] away, and tracks the clouds, the driver [Bm] curses me fiendishly, while a heavy metal drummer plays us [D] out. _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ I saw her in a dream exiting the bookstore lobby, sitting on a bench on Baltimore Inn,
reading Yurakami, [A] slick with salt beneath the sun, her [G] hands now tying up her hair.
On [Bm] there, the deeply tinted shades reflect my unbelieving stare, [G] and at once, _ _ _ _ I am taken. _ _
_ _ _ [D] She asked me what I wanted as a front-ender of the mural, and I said,
I felt a mislocation, a pressure to pursue another [A] love, another touch, [G] another tired conversation.
After [Bm] she shut her novel sharply, proposed a new location, [G] and at once, _ I obliged.
I obliged. _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] Tales from the protested form of printed paper flyers, she says ideas so old and emitting counterculture, makes me tired.
She [A] leads me into a cafe, her [G] intention is exact, it [Bm] is one hundred feet degrees, she takes her coffee hot and black,
and [G] at once, _ _ _ _ _ I am entranced. _
_ _ She suggests [D] we settle down, we settle down for good, she knows the perfect place on North District in her old neighborhood,
and in [A] a taxi, it sounds a horn, and it [G] is full of all our things, and it [Bm] is parked outside the cafe, and the driver sounds _ [D] incredibly_ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _chanty
and freely, she rolls her room background completely, the driver dives into a station, and then she smiles at me discreetly.
[A] She says I love this song, and turns [G] away, and tracks the clouds, the driver [Bm] curses me fiendishly, while a heavy metal drummer plays us [D] out. _ _ _
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