Chords for sparky deathcap -september
Tempo:
143.8 bpm
Chords used:
Ab
Eb
Fm
Bb
Bbm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret

Jam Along & Learn...
[Ab]
Every suntan tells stories [Cm] and the shape [Ab] of the white
Bitches fat and then tropical climes Now [Fm] you tell me a big fucking increase up
And that [Ab] I should've known for a while Watching the starlings at the Sorting House
They make ghosts cross London fields And I would've moved out there to be with
you I would've moved out there for real
So a choir of golden angels wearing matching ruck sacks
As they obscured the view to your train And I'm sorry if it seems like I'm rambling
So [Eb] I squeezed away the [Ab] skins and struck [Bbm] his bones
And the [Fm] gut [Ab] and head and your [Bb] life
And [Cm] the arms of the [Ab] crowd as they pulled [Bbm] me away
[Eb] And the mind and the blood [Ab] and the ground
[Bb] [Fm] When we scraped our [Ab] bones together
[Eb] We got fire
[Ab] [C] [Bbm] We [Eb] scraped our bones together
We got fire
We scraped our [Ab] bones together
[Db]
[Fm] We got [Eb] fire
[Ab] [Bb] [Eb] We scraped [Ab] our bones together
[Fm] We got [Eb] fire
[Ab] We scraped [Fm] our bones [Eb]
together
[Ab] [Eb]
We got fire
We scraped our [Bb] bones [Fm] [Eb]
[Ab] together
We got [Bb] fire
[Fm] [Ab]
[Fm]
[Ab] [Eb]
[Ab]
[N]
Every suntan tells stories [Cm] and the shape [Ab] of the white
Bitches fat and then tropical climes Now [Fm] you tell me a big fucking increase up
And that [Ab] I should've known for a while Watching the starlings at the Sorting House
They make ghosts cross London fields And I would've moved out there to be with
you I would've moved out there for real
So a choir of golden angels wearing matching ruck sacks
As they obscured the view to your train And I'm sorry if it seems like I'm rambling
So [Eb] I squeezed away the [Ab] skins and struck [Bbm] his bones
And the [Fm] gut [Ab] and head and your [Bb] life
And [Cm] the arms of the [Ab] crowd as they pulled [Bbm] me away
[Eb] And the mind and the blood [Ab] and the ground
[Bb] [Fm] When we scraped our [Ab] bones together
[Eb] We got fire
[Ab] [C] [Bbm] We [Eb] scraped our bones together
We got fire
We scraped our [Ab] bones together
[Db]
[Fm] We got [Eb] fire
[Ab] [Bb] [Eb] We scraped [Ab] our bones together
[Fm] We got [Eb] fire
[Ab] We scraped [Fm] our bones [Eb]
together
[Ab] [Eb]
We got fire
We scraped our [Bb] bones [Fm] [Eb]
[Ab] together
We got [Bb] fire
[Fm] [Ab]
[Fm]
[Ab] [Eb]
[Ab]
[N]
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Every suntan tells stories [Cm] and the shape [Ab] of the white
Bitches fat and then _ tropical _ climes _ Now [Fm] you tell me a big fucking _ increase up
And that [Ab] I should've known for a _ while _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Watching the starlings at the Sorting House
They make ghosts cross London _ _ fields And I would've moved out there to be _ with
you I would've moved out there for real _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ So a choir of golden angels wearing matching ruck sacks
As they obscured the view to your train _ _ And I'm sorry if it seems like I'm rambling
_ So _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] I squeezed away the [Ab] skins and struck [Bbm] his bones
And the [Fm] gut [Ab] and head and your [Bb] life
And [Cm] the arms of the [Ab] crowd as they pulled [Bbm] me away
[Eb] And the mind and the blood [Ab] and the ground
[Bb] _ _ [Fm] When we scraped our [Ab] _ bones together
_ [Eb] We got _ fire _ _ _
[Ab] _ _ [C] [Bbm] We _ _ [Eb] scraped our bones together _ _
We got fire
_ We _ _ _ _ _ _ _
scraped our [Ab] bones together
[Db] _
[Fm] We got [Eb] _ fire _ _
_ [Ab] _ _ _ [Bb] _ [Eb] We scraped [Ab] our bones together _
[Fm] _ We got [Eb] fire _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ We scraped [Fm] _ our bones _ _ [Eb] _
together
[Ab] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _
We got fire
_ We scraped our [Bb] bones [Fm] _ _ [Eb] _ _
_ [Ab] together
We got [Bb] fire _
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Every suntan tells stories [Cm] and the shape [Ab] of the white
Bitches fat and then _ tropical _ climes _ Now [Fm] you tell me a big fucking _ increase up
And that [Ab] I should've known for a _ while _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Watching the starlings at the Sorting House
They make ghosts cross London _ _ fields And I would've moved out there to be _ with
you I would've moved out there for real _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ So a choir of golden angels wearing matching ruck sacks
As they obscured the view to your train _ _ And I'm sorry if it seems like I'm rambling
_ So _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] I squeezed away the [Ab] skins and struck [Bbm] his bones
And the [Fm] gut [Ab] and head and your [Bb] life
And [Cm] the arms of the [Ab] crowd as they pulled [Bbm] me away
[Eb] And the mind and the blood [Ab] and the ground
[Bb] _ _ [Fm] When we scraped our [Ab] _ bones together
_ [Eb] We got _ fire _ _ _
[Ab] _ _ [C] [Bbm] We _ _ [Eb] scraped our bones together _ _
We got fire
_ We _ _ _ _ _ _ _
scraped our [Ab] bones together
[Db] _
[Fm] We got [Eb] _ fire _ _
_ [Ab] _ _ _ [Bb] _ [Eb] We scraped [Ab] our bones together _
[Fm] _ We got [Eb] fire _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ We scraped [Fm] _ our bones _ _ [Eb] _
together
[Ab] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _
We got fire
_ We scraped our [Bb] bones [Fm] _ _ [Eb] _ _
_ [Ab] together
We got [Bb] fire _
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