Chords for Sting - And Yet
Tempo:
131.95 bpm
Chords used:
C#
B
Bm
F#m
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C#] [F#] [D#]
[C#m] This tone, this stain on the sunrise, disguised [Bm] in the mist this morning, [B] it's 8am.
[A] The [G#] seagull shouts, the [D#] sailors are [F#m] warning, this sky, [A]
this [F#m] band in the [C#] river, [F#m]
slows down [B] and delivers me.
[A] The tide rolls back, and [C#] all my memories fade to [Bm] black, and yet, [E]
and yet, [F#] I'm back.
[C#] This town has a strange magnetic pull, like a homing signal in [G#m] your skull,
and you [B] sail by the stars of the hemisphere, wondering [D#] how in the hell [F#m] did you end up here.
It's [Bm] like an underground river, [E] or a hidden stream, that [B] flows through your head and haunts [D] your dreams,
[B] and you stuff those [E] dreams in this canvas sack, [A] and there's nothing [G#m] around here [C#] that the wide world lacks,
[Bm] and yet, [E]
and yet, [F#m] you're [F#] back.
[C#] Some nights I'd lie on the deck and I'd stare at the turning of the [G#m] stars,
those [B] constellations hanging up there, from the cables and the [F#] rigging,
[Bm] I'd wonder if she saw [E] the same, [B] or managed to [D] recall my name,
[Bm] why would she ever [E] think of me, [A] some boy she [C#] loved who fled to sea,
[Bm] and why waste [C#m] time debating whether [D] she'd be waiting [G#m] for the likes [F#m] of me.
[B] [F#m]
[B] So you drifted [C#] to port with a scum of the seas, to the dance halls and the brothels where you took your ease,
[F#] and the ships left the dock but you're [B] half-past carrying, and you haven't got a [F#m] clue whose bed you're sharing,
[C#] and [Bm] your head's like a hammer on [E] a bulkhead door, and [D#] it feels like [F#m] somebody might have [D] broken your jaw,
[B] and there's [Bm] bloodstains and glass [E] all over the floor, and [A] you swear [G#m] to God [C#] you're drinking no [B] more, and [Bm] yet, [E] and [G#m]
yet.
[C#m] [C#] [F#m]
In truth, [B] it's too [F#] late to find her, [C#] too late to [B] remind her at some [E] garden gate, where [B] a servant tells me I [D] should wait,
and [Bm] perhaps a [E] door slammed in my face, [A] my head [G#m] must be [C#] in outer [B] space, and [Bm] yet, and yet,
[D#]
before this sun [D] has set, [Bm]
before [B] [C#m] the sea, there [D]
may be something [Bm] else that's waiting [G#m]
for the [C#m] [C#] likes of me.
[D#]
This
[C#] [F#m]
[C#] [D#]
[C#] [C#m] town is straight on the sunrise.
[C#] [B]
[C#m] This tone, this stain on the sunrise, disguised [Bm] in the mist this morning, [B] it's 8am.
[A] The [G#] seagull shouts, the [D#] sailors are [F#m] warning, this sky, [A]
this [F#m] band in the [C#] river, [F#m]
slows down [B] and delivers me.
[A] The tide rolls back, and [C#] all my memories fade to [Bm] black, and yet, [E]
and yet, [F#] I'm back.
[C#] This town has a strange magnetic pull, like a homing signal in [G#m] your skull,
and you [B] sail by the stars of the hemisphere, wondering [D#] how in the hell [F#m] did you end up here.
It's [Bm] like an underground river, [E] or a hidden stream, that [B] flows through your head and haunts [D] your dreams,
[B] and you stuff those [E] dreams in this canvas sack, [A] and there's nothing [G#m] around here [C#] that the wide world lacks,
[Bm] and yet, [E]
and yet, [F#m] you're [F#] back.
[C#] Some nights I'd lie on the deck and I'd stare at the turning of the [G#m] stars,
those [B] constellations hanging up there, from the cables and the [F#] rigging,
[Bm] I'd wonder if she saw [E] the same, [B] or managed to [D] recall my name,
[Bm] why would she ever [E] think of me, [A] some boy she [C#] loved who fled to sea,
[Bm] and why waste [C#m] time debating whether [D] she'd be waiting [G#m] for the likes [F#m] of me.
[B] [F#m]
[B] So you drifted [C#] to port with a scum of the seas, to the dance halls and the brothels where you took your ease,
[F#] and the ships left the dock but you're [B] half-past carrying, and you haven't got a [F#m] clue whose bed you're sharing,
[C#] and [Bm] your head's like a hammer on [E] a bulkhead door, and [D#] it feels like [F#m] somebody might have [D] broken your jaw,
[B] and there's [Bm] bloodstains and glass [E] all over the floor, and [A] you swear [G#m] to God [C#] you're drinking no [B] more, and [Bm] yet, [E] and [G#m]
yet.
[C#m] [C#] [F#m]
In truth, [B] it's too [F#] late to find her, [C#] too late to [B] remind her at some [E] garden gate, where [B] a servant tells me I [D] should wait,
and [Bm] perhaps a [E] door slammed in my face, [A] my head [G#m] must be [C#] in outer [B] space, and [Bm] yet, and yet,
[D#]
before this sun [D] has set, [Bm]
before [B] [C#m] the sea, there [D]
may be something [Bm] else that's waiting [G#m]
for the [C#m] [C#] likes of me.
[D#]
This
[C#] [F#m]
[C#] [D#]
[C#] [C#m] town is straight on the sunrise.
[C#] [B]
Key:
C#
B
Bm
F#m
E
C#
B
Bm
_ [C#] _ _ [F#] _ _ [D#] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C#m] This _ tone, this stain on the _ sunrise, _ _ disguised [Bm] in the mist this morning, [B] it's 8am.
_ [A] The [G#] seagull shouts, the [D#] sailors are [F#m] warning, this sky, [A]
this [F#m] band in the [C#] river, _ [F#m] _
slows down [B] and delivers me.
[A] The tide rolls back, and [C#] all my memories fade to [Bm] black, and yet, _ [E]
and yet, [F#] _ I'm back. _
_ [C#] _ This town has a strange magnetic pull, _ like a homing signal in [G#m] your skull,
_ and you [B] sail by the stars of the hemisphere, _ _ wondering [D#] how in the hell [F#m] did you end up here.
It's [Bm] like an underground river, [E] or a hidden stream, that [B] flows through your head and haunts [D] your dreams,
_ [B] and you stuff those [E] dreams in this canvas sack, [A] and there's nothing [G#m] around here [C#] that the wide world lacks,
[Bm] and yet, [E]
and yet, [F#m] _ you're [F#] back.
_ _ _ [C#] Some nights I'd lie on the deck and I'd stare at the turning of the [G#m] stars,
_ _ _ those [B] constellations hanging up there, from the cables and the [F#] rigging,
_ _ _ [Bm] I'd wonder if she saw [E] the same, _ [B] or managed to [D] recall my name,
_ [Bm] why would she ever [E] think of me, _ _ [A] some boy she [C#] loved who fled to sea,
[Bm] and why waste [C#m] time debating whether [D] she'd be waiting [G#m] _ for the _ likes [F#m] of me.
_ _ [B] _ _ [F#m] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] So you drifted [C#] to port with a scum of the seas, to the dance halls and the brothels where you took your ease,
[F#] and the ships left the dock but you're [B] half-past carrying, and you haven't got a [F#m] clue whose bed you're sharing,
[C#] and [Bm] your head's like a hammer on [E] a bulkhead door, and [D#] it feels like [F#m] somebody might have [D] broken your jaw,
_ [B] and there's [Bm] bloodstains and glass [E] all over the floor, and [A] you swear [G#m] to God [C#] you're drinking no [B] more, and [Bm] yet, _ [E] and _ _ [G#m] _
_ yet.
[C#m] _ _ [C#] _ _ [F#m] _
In truth, [B] it's too [F#] late to find her, _ _ [C#] too late to [B] remind her at some [E] garden gate, where [B] a servant tells me I [D] should wait,
and [Bm] perhaps a [E] door slammed in my face, [A] my head [G#m] must be [C#] in outer [B] space, and [Bm] yet, and yet,
_ [D#]
before this sun [D] has set, _ [Bm]
before [B] _ [C#m] the sea, there [D]
may be something [Bm] else that's waiting [G#m]
for the [C#m] _ [C#] likes of _ me.
_ _ _ _ [D#] _
_ _ _ _ This _ _
_ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ [F#m] _
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ [D#] _
_ [C#] _ [C#m] town is straight on the sunrise.
_ _ [C#] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C#m] This _ tone, this stain on the _ sunrise, _ _ disguised [Bm] in the mist this morning, [B] it's 8am.
_ [A] The [G#] seagull shouts, the [D#] sailors are [F#m] warning, this sky, [A]
this [F#m] band in the [C#] river, _ [F#m] _
slows down [B] and delivers me.
[A] The tide rolls back, and [C#] all my memories fade to [Bm] black, and yet, _ [E]
and yet, [F#] _ I'm back. _
_ [C#] _ This town has a strange magnetic pull, _ like a homing signal in [G#m] your skull,
_ and you [B] sail by the stars of the hemisphere, _ _ wondering [D#] how in the hell [F#m] did you end up here.
It's [Bm] like an underground river, [E] or a hidden stream, that [B] flows through your head and haunts [D] your dreams,
_ [B] and you stuff those [E] dreams in this canvas sack, [A] and there's nothing [G#m] around here [C#] that the wide world lacks,
[Bm] and yet, [E]
and yet, [F#m] _ you're [F#] back.
_ _ _ [C#] Some nights I'd lie on the deck and I'd stare at the turning of the [G#m] stars,
_ _ _ those [B] constellations hanging up there, from the cables and the [F#] rigging,
_ _ _ [Bm] I'd wonder if she saw [E] the same, _ [B] or managed to [D] recall my name,
_ [Bm] why would she ever [E] think of me, _ _ [A] some boy she [C#] loved who fled to sea,
[Bm] and why waste [C#m] time debating whether [D] she'd be waiting [G#m] _ for the _ likes [F#m] of me.
_ _ [B] _ _ [F#m] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] So you drifted [C#] to port with a scum of the seas, to the dance halls and the brothels where you took your ease,
[F#] and the ships left the dock but you're [B] half-past carrying, and you haven't got a [F#m] clue whose bed you're sharing,
[C#] and [Bm] your head's like a hammer on [E] a bulkhead door, and [D#] it feels like [F#m] somebody might have [D] broken your jaw,
_ [B] and there's [Bm] bloodstains and glass [E] all over the floor, and [A] you swear [G#m] to God [C#] you're drinking no [B] more, and [Bm] yet, _ [E] and _ _ [G#m] _
_ yet.
[C#m] _ _ [C#] _ _ [F#m] _
In truth, [B] it's too [F#] late to find her, _ _ [C#] too late to [B] remind her at some [E] garden gate, where [B] a servant tells me I [D] should wait,
and [Bm] perhaps a [E] door slammed in my face, [A] my head [G#m] must be [C#] in outer [B] space, and [Bm] yet, and yet,
_ [D#]
before this sun [D] has set, _ [Bm]
before [B] _ [C#m] the sea, there [D]
may be something [Bm] else that's waiting [G#m]
for the [C#m] _ [C#] likes of _ me.
_ _ _ _ [D#] _
_ _ _ _ This _ _
_ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ [F#m] _
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ [D#] _
_ [C#] _ [C#m] town is straight on the sunrise.
_ _ [C#] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _