Chords for Storefront Hitchcock Airscape
Tempo:
93.2 bpm
Chords used:
E
B
A
F#
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret

Start Jamming...
[A] [E]
[G] I don't come from anywhere particularly, but in as much as I come from anywhere,
I come from this diamond-shaped island at the bottom of England.
It sort of slots into the bottom as if Great Britain was laying an egg,
and it's laid this diamond-shaped egg, which is the Isle of Wight.
[G#] And there's [G] some very beautiful bits of cliff and beach there, but it's very soft.
The bottom of the island is disappearing at the rate of about ten feet a year.
The stuff just goes, and it doesn't seem to come back.
And so I worked out that the cliffs that I pace in another hundred years' time
will have disappeared completely, and that my ghost will be 50 feet above the beach,
and there must be other ghosts out to sea.
As the ghosts get further out to sea, their costumes get older,
so you've got [F#] ghosts from the 50s about 20 feet out,
and you've got World War II ghosts just beyond that,
and then you've got Great War ghosts with their goggles,
and Edwardian ghosts with their mantles,
and Victorian ghosts with their cravats and canes,
and Jacobean ghosts with their legs.
And it just goes back on, whatever they had, those things to stop them smelling too bad.
[A] And about a mile out to sea, there must be Cro-Magnon ghosts
just clubbing each other to death and grinning.
And I guess there's going to be a few more of those inland as well.
Anyway, this is a song from my ghost to those who walk underneath it,
which may well be computers, actually,
if any of you computers are watching this in 50 years' time.
We are the people that put you here.
We are God.
We are [F] terribly sorry.
You know, our God never apologized to us.
He made us bow down and fucking worship him for centuries.
Every time he slapped us in the face, we had to go,
Oh, grace is thy mercy, O Lord, have another sacrifice.
[E] I'm chopped off this arm, will the leg do?
You know, Elmer, get off the leg!
So anyway, we apologize, we're not responsible,
we created you, we're extinct.
[B] [A] [E]
[B]
[E]
And in the element of [B] light
[E]
The sun reflected from the [B] waves
[E] Ensure it spangles
The child of air is [B] born
Upon the wind that [E] blows across the sea
[B]
[A] [E]
And in the element [B] of summer
[E]
The cliffs suspended in the [B] heat
[E] The air in columns
The [A] tiny figures of [B] the world are walking
[E]
Underneath [B] your hair
[E] Where angels [B] wander
[F#]
I [E] wander [B] too
[E] Where angels [B] wander
[F#]
[E] Over you
[E]
[B] [E]
And in the element of [B] darkness
[E] The starlight shimmers on the [B] spray
[A] And [E] falls towards you
Your perfect love are [B] never there
And if [E] she was, she wouldn't be
And neither, oh, would [B] you
[E] Save your [B] illusions
[E] For someone
[B] else
[E] Save your [Bm]
illusions
[F#] For [E] yourself
For [B]
yourself
[E] [A]
[D]
[G]
[A]
[D]
[E] [A]
[B] [E]
And in the element of laughter
The quick explosion and the slow
Return of sorrow
The tide recedes upon [B] the bones
Of [E] something beautiful and drowned
In coral and [B] in jade
[E] Where angels [B] hover
[E] I'll hover [B] too
Where
[A] [E] [B] angels hover Over you
Over [E]
you
[B] [E]
[B]
[E]
[B] [E]
[G] I don't come from anywhere particularly, but in as much as I come from anywhere,
I come from this diamond-shaped island at the bottom of England.
It sort of slots into the bottom as if Great Britain was laying an egg,
and it's laid this diamond-shaped egg, which is the Isle of Wight.
[G#] And there's [G] some very beautiful bits of cliff and beach there, but it's very soft.
The bottom of the island is disappearing at the rate of about ten feet a year.
The stuff just goes, and it doesn't seem to come back.
And so I worked out that the cliffs that I pace in another hundred years' time
will have disappeared completely, and that my ghost will be 50 feet above the beach,
and there must be other ghosts out to sea.
As the ghosts get further out to sea, their costumes get older,
so you've got [F#] ghosts from the 50s about 20 feet out,
and you've got World War II ghosts just beyond that,
and then you've got Great War ghosts with their goggles,
and Edwardian ghosts with their mantles,
and Victorian ghosts with their cravats and canes,
and Jacobean ghosts with their legs.
And it just goes back on, whatever they had, those things to stop them smelling too bad.
[A] And about a mile out to sea, there must be Cro-Magnon ghosts
just clubbing each other to death and grinning.
And I guess there's going to be a few more of those inland as well.
Anyway, this is a song from my ghost to those who walk underneath it,
which may well be computers, actually,
if any of you computers are watching this in 50 years' time.
We are the people that put you here.
We are God.
We are [F] terribly sorry.
You know, our God never apologized to us.
He made us bow down and fucking worship him for centuries.
Every time he slapped us in the face, we had to go,
Oh, grace is thy mercy, O Lord, have another sacrifice.
[E] I'm chopped off this arm, will the leg do?
You know, Elmer, get off the leg!
So anyway, we apologize, we're not responsible,
we created you, we're extinct.
[B] [A] [E]
[B]
[E]
And in the element of [B] light
[E]
The sun reflected from the [B] waves
[E] Ensure it spangles
The child of air is [B] born
Upon the wind that [E] blows across the sea
[B]
[A] [E]
And in the element [B] of summer
[E]
The cliffs suspended in the [B] heat
[E] The air in columns
The [A] tiny figures of [B] the world are walking
[E]
Underneath [B] your hair
[E] Where angels [B] wander
[F#]
I [E] wander [B] too
[E] Where angels [B] wander
[F#]
[E] Over you
[E]
[B] [E]
And in the element of [B] darkness
[E] The starlight shimmers on the [B] spray
[A] And [E] falls towards you
Your perfect love are [B] never there
And if [E] she was, she wouldn't be
And neither, oh, would [B] you
[E] Save your [B] illusions
[E] For someone
[B] else
[E] Save your [Bm]
illusions
[F#] For [E] yourself
For [B]
yourself
[E] [A]
[D]
[G]
[A]
[D]
[E] [A]
[B] [E]
And in the element of laughter
The quick explosion and the slow
Return of sorrow
The tide recedes upon [B] the bones
Of [E] something beautiful and drowned
In coral and [B] in jade
[E] Where angels [B] hover
[E] I'll hover [B] too
Where
[A] [E] [B] angels hover Over you
Over [E]
you
[B] [E]
[B]
[E]
[B] [E]
Key:
E
B
A
F#
G
E
B
A
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ [G] I don't come from anywhere particularly, but in as much as I come from anywhere,
I come from this diamond-shaped island at the bottom of England.
It sort of slots into the bottom as if Great Britain was laying an egg,
and it's laid this diamond-shaped egg, which is the Isle of Wight.
[G#] And there's [G] some very beautiful bits of cliff and beach there, _ but it's very soft.
The bottom of the island is disappearing at the rate of about ten feet a year.
The stuff just goes, and it doesn't seem to come back.
And so I worked out that the cliffs that I pace in another hundred years' time
will have disappeared completely, and that my ghost will be 50 feet above the beach,
and there must be other ghosts out to sea. _
As the ghosts get further out to sea, their costumes get older,
so you've got [F#] ghosts from the 50s about 20 feet out,
and you've got World War II ghosts just beyond that,
and then you've got Great War ghosts with their goggles,
and Edwardian ghosts with their mantles,
and Victorian ghosts with their cravats and canes,
and Jacobean ghosts with their legs.
And it just goes back on, whatever they had, those things to stop them smelling too bad.
_ [A] _ And about a mile out to sea, there must be Cro-Magnon ghosts
just clubbing each other to death and grinning.
And I guess there's going to be a few more of those inland as well.
Anyway, this is a song from my ghost to those who walk underneath it,
_ which may well be computers, actually,
if any of you computers are watching this in 50 years' time.
We are the people that put you here.
We are God.
We are [F] terribly sorry.
You know, our God never apologized to us.
He made us bow down and fucking worship him for centuries.
Every time he slapped us in the face, we had to go,
Oh, grace is thy mercy, O Lord, have another sacrifice. _ _
[E] I'm chopped off this arm, will the leg do?
You know, Elmer, get off the leg!
So anyway, we apologize, we're not responsible,
we created you, we're extinct. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ [A] _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _
And in the element of [B] light
_ _ [E] _ _ _
The sun reflected from the [B] waves
[E] Ensure it spangles
The child of air is [B] born
Upon the wind that [E] blows across the sea
_ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ [A] _ [E] _ _
And in the element [B] of summer
_ [E] _ _ _
The cliffs suspended in the [B] heat
[E] The air in columns
The [A] tiny figures of [B] the world are walking
[E] _ _ _
_ _ Underneath _ [B] your hair _ _ _
[E] _ _ Where angels [B] wander
_ [F#] _ _ _
_ I [E] _ wander [B] too _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ Where angels [B] wander
_ [F#] _ _
[E] Over you
[E] _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
And in the element of [B] darkness
[E] The _ _ _ _ starlight shimmers on the [B] spray
[A] And [E] falls towards you
Your perfect love are [B] never there
And if [E] she was, she wouldn't be
And neither, oh, would [B] you _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ Save your [B] illusions _ _ _ _
_ [E] For someone _
[B] _ else _ _ _
[E] _ Save your [Bm]
illusions
[F#] For _ _ [E] _ yourself
_ For [B] _
yourself
_ [E] _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ [E] _ _
_ And in the element of laughter
_ The _ _ quick explosion and the slow
Return of sorrow
The tide recedes upon [B] the bones
Of [E] something beautiful and drowned
In coral and [B] in jade _ _ _
[E] _ _ Where angels [B] hover _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ I'll hover [B] too
_ _ Where _
[A] _ _ _ [E] _ [B] angels hover _ _ Over _ you
_ _ Over _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
you
_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ [G] I don't come from anywhere particularly, but in as much as I come from anywhere,
I come from this diamond-shaped island at the bottom of England.
It sort of slots into the bottom as if Great Britain was laying an egg,
and it's laid this diamond-shaped egg, which is the Isle of Wight.
[G#] And there's [G] some very beautiful bits of cliff and beach there, _ but it's very soft.
The bottom of the island is disappearing at the rate of about ten feet a year.
The stuff just goes, and it doesn't seem to come back.
And so I worked out that the cliffs that I pace in another hundred years' time
will have disappeared completely, and that my ghost will be 50 feet above the beach,
and there must be other ghosts out to sea. _
As the ghosts get further out to sea, their costumes get older,
so you've got [F#] ghosts from the 50s about 20 feet out,
and you've got World War II ghosts just beyond that,
and then you've got Great War ghosts with their goggles,
and Edwardian ghosts with their mantles,
and Victorian ghosts with their cravats and canes,
and Jacobean ghosts with their legs.
And it just goes back on, whatever they had, those things to stop them smelling too bad.
_ [A] _ And about a mile out to sea, there must be Cro-Magnon ghosts
just clubbing each other to death and grinning.
And I guess there's going to be a few more of those inland as well.
Anyway, this is a song from my ghost to those who walk underneath it,
_ which may well be computers, actually,
if any of you computers are watching this in 50 years' time.
We are the people that put you here.
We are God.
We are [F] terribly sorry.
You know, our God never apologized to us.
He made us bow down and fucking worship him for centuries.
Every time he slapped us in the face, we had to go,
Oh, grace is thy mercy, O Lord, have another sacrifice. _ _
[E] I'm chopped off this arm, will the leg do?
You know, Elmer, get off the leg!
So anyway, we apologize, we're not responsible,
we created you, we're extinct. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ [A] _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _
And in the element of [B] light
_ _ [E] _ _ _
The sun reflected from the [B] waves
[E] Ensure it spangles
The child of air is [B] born
Upon the wind that [E] blows across the sea
_ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ [A] _ [E] _ _
And in the element [B] of summer
_ [E] _ _ _
The cliffs suspended in the [B] heat
[E] The air in columns
The [A] tiny figures of [B] the world are walking
[E] _ _ _
_ _ Underneath _ [B] your hair _ _ _
[E] _ _ Where angels [B] wander
_ [F#] _ _ _
_ I [E] _ wander [B] too _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ Where angels [B] wander
_ [F#] _ _
[E] Over you
[E] _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
And in the element of [B] darkness
[E] The _ _ _ _ starlight shimmers on the [B] spray
[A] And [E] falls towards you
Your perfect love are [B] never there
And if [E] she was, she wouldn't be
And neither, oh, would [B] you _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ Save your [B] illusions _ _ _ _
_ [E] For someone _
[B] _ else _ _ _
[E] _ Save your [Bm]
illusions
[F#] For _ _ [E] _ yourself
_ For [B] _
yourself
_ [E] _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ [E] _ _
_ And in the element of laughter
_ The _ _ quick explosion and the slow
Return of sorrow
The tide recedes upon [B] the bones
Of [E] something beautiful and drowned
In coral and [B] in jade _ _ _
[E] _ _ Where angels [B] hover _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ I'll hover [B] too
_ _ Where _
[A] _ _ _ [E] _ [B] angels hover _ _ Over _ you
_ _ Over _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
you
_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ [E] _ _