Chords for Tanooki Suit - Lordvessel
Tempo:
150 bpm
Chords used:
D#m
C#
F#
B
A#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[N]
[D#m]
[C#] [B]
[D#m]
[C#]
[D#m] Well, what have we here?
Is it a pilgrim from the asylum carried aloft?
By a friend to our lady of sin, where to begin?
[F#]
[D#m] Listen well, boy, there are two bells to ring.
The parish [F#] above, the bloody bog found deep below.
[D#m]
[F#] And their guardians, so [D#m]
thirstful, your cursed blood.
[F#]
Drop [B] your [F#] sigh for the brothers you need [C#] to find.
[D#m]
Through the [F#] fog
[B] come down, [C#]
[D#m] and raise with [F#] fire these swords of a son.
[C#]
[F#]
[C#]
A [D#m] magnificent father, there [B] the desperate extends.
He's stave off [F#] the end of [D#m] his age.
He runs himself alight, [B]
and burns all his nights [F#] alive.
A [D#m] shadow, this form of sound.
[B] They lock him away, far beneath [F#] his clobbering shrine.
A radiant son, born by the feeble hands of a [D#m] child not fit for [B] his throne.
[F#] A clever [D#m] deceit to [F#] make everyone believe the lord's heavy [C#] love will [B] be gained.
[C#] Like a [A#m]
lark, [F#] fluttering [C#] towards the [B] flame,
[C#] burying [A#] your nose.
Walk [F#]
through the fog, as I [B]
welcome death.
[C#]
[D#m] Raise with [F#] fire these swords of a son.
[C#] [B]
Peace of [D#m]
mind, we can't get that [C#] sad.
[B] If only I could be [D#m] someone.
[C#] [B]
I see the times, like the [D#m] hero before [C#] me.
[F#] I have died many [B]
times, but [D#m] with faith, with humanity.
[C#] [F#]
[C#]
[B] If only [D#m] I could be someone.
We can't [C#] get that sad.
[F#] If only I could be someone.
[C#]
[B]
[D#m]
[C#] [B]
[D#m]
[C#]
[D#m] Well, what have we here?
Is it a pilgrim from the asylum carried aloft?
By a friend to our lady of sin, where to begin?
[F#]
[D#m] Listen well, boy, there are two bells to ring.
The parish [F#] above, the bloody bog found deep below.
[D#m]
[F#] And their guardians, so [D#m]
thirstful, your cursed blood.
[F#]
Drop [B] your [F#] sigh for the brothers you need [C#] to find.
[D#m]
Through the [F#] fog
[B] come down, [C#]
[D#m] and raise with [F#] fire these swords of a son.
[C#]
[F#]
[C#]
A [D#m] magnificent father, there [B] the desperate extends.
He's stave off [F#] the end of [D#m] his age.
He runs himself alight, [B]
and burns all his nights [F#] alive.
A [D#m] shadow, this form of sound.
[B] They lock him away, far beneath [F#] his clobbering shrine.
A radiant son, born by the feeble hands of a [D#m] child not fit for [B] his throne.
[F#] A clever [D#m] deceit to [F#] make everyone believe the lord's heavy [C#] love will [B] be gained.
[C#] Like a [A#m]
lark, [F#] fluttering [C#] towards the [B] flame,
[C#] burying [A#] your nose.
Walk [F#]
through the fog, as I [B]
welcome death.
[C#]
[D#m] Raise with [F#] fire these swords of a son.
[C#] [B]
Peace of [D#m]
mind, we can't get that [C#] sad.
[B] If only I could be [D#m] someone.
[C#] [B]
I see the times, like the [D#m] hero before [C#] me.
[F#] I have died many [B]
times, but [D#m] with faith, with humanity.
[C#] [F#]
[C#]
[B] If only [D#m] I could be someone.
We can't [C#] get that sad.
[F#] If only I could be someone.
[C#]
[B]
Key:
D#m
C#
F#
B
A#m
D#m
C#
F#
[N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D#m] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C#] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D#m] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _
_ [D#m] Well, what have we here?
Is it a pilgrim from the _ asylum carried _ aloft?
By a friend to our lady of sin, _ where to begin?
_ [F#] _
[D#m] Listen well, boy, there are two bells to ring.
The parish [F#] above, the bloody bog found deep below.
[D#m] _
[F#] And their _ guardians, so _ [D#m]
thirstful, your cursed _ blood.
[F#] _ _
_ _ _ Drop [B] your _ [F#] sigh for the brothers you need [C#] to find.
_ _ _ [D#m] _ _
Through the [F#] fog _ _ _ _ _
[B] come down, _ [C#] _ _ _ _
_ [D#m] _ and raise with [F#] fire these swords of a son.
_ _ [C#] _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _
A [D#m] _ magnificent _ father, there [B] the desperate extends.
He's stave off [F#] the end of [D#m] his age.
He runs himself alight, _ _ [B] _ _
and burns all his nights [F#] alive.
A [D#m] shadow, this form of sound. _
_ [B] They lock him away, _ far beneath [F#] his clobbering shrine.
A radiant _ son, born by the feeble hands of a [D#m] child not fit for [B] his throne.
[F#] A clever [D#m] _ deceit to [F#] make everyone _ believe the lord's heavy [C#] love will [B] be gained. _ _
_ _ _ _ [C#] Like a [A#m] _
_ lark, _ [F#] fluttering [C#] towards the [B] flame, _ _ _ _ _
[C#] burying [A#] your _ nose. _ _
_ _ _ _ Walk _ [F#]
through the _ fog, as I [B]
welcome _ death.
[C#] _ _ _ _
_ [D#m] _ _ Raise with [F#] fire these swords of a son. _ _ _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Peace of [D#m]
mind, we can't get that _ [C#] sad.
[B] _ _ If only I could be [D#m] someone. _ _ _ _
_ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ [B] _
I see the _ times, like the [D#m] hero before _ [C#] _ me. _ _
[F#] _ I have died many [B] _
times, but [D#m] with faith, with humanity. _
[C#] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _
_ [B] _ If only _ _ _ _ [D#m] I could be someone.
We can't [C#] get that sad.
_ _ [F#] If only I could be someone.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D#m] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C#] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D#m] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _
_ [D#m] Well, what have we here?
Is it a pilgrim from the _ asylum carried _ aloft?
By a friend to our lady of sin, _ where to begin?
_ [F#] _
[D#m] Listen well, boy, there are two bells to ring.
The parish [F#] above, the bloody bog found deep below.
[D#m] _
[F#] And their _ guardians, so _ [D#m]
thirstful, your cursed _ blood.
[F#] _ _
_ _ _ Drop [B] your _ [F#] sigh for the brothers you need [C#] to find.
_ _ _ [D#m] _ _
Through the [F#] fog _ _ _ _ _
[B] come down, _ [C#] _ _ _ _
_ [D#m] _ and raise with [F#] fire these swords of a son.
_ _ [C#] _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _
A [D#m] _ magnificent _ father, there [B] the desperate extends.
He's stave off [F#] the end of [D#m] his age.
He runs himself alight, _ _ [B] _ _
and burns all his nights [F#] alive.
A [D#m] shadow, this form of sound. _
_ [B] They lock him away, _ far beneath [F#] his clobbering shrine.
A radiant _ son, born by the feeble hands of a [D#m] child not fit for [B] his throne.
[F#] A clever [D#m] _ deceit to [F#] make everyone _ believe the lord's heavy [C#] love will [B] be gained. _ _
_ _ _ _ [C#] Like a [A#m] _
_ lark, _ [F#] fluttering [C#] towards the [B] flame, _ _ _ _ _
[C#] burying [A#] your _ nose. _ _
_ _ _ _ Walk _ [F#]
through the _ fog, as I [B]
welcome _ death.
[C#] _ _ _ _
_ [D#m] _ _ Raise with [F#] fire these swords of a son. _ _ _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Peace of [D#m]
mind, we can't get that _ [C#] sad.
[B] _ _ If only I could be [D#m] someone. _ _ _ _
_ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ [B] _
I see the _ times, like the [D#m] hero before _ [C#] _ me. _ _
[F#] _ I have died many [B] _
times, but [D#m] with faith, with humanity. _
[C#] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _
_ [B] _ If only _ _ _ _ [D#m] I could be someone.
We can't [C#] get that sad.
_ _ [F#] If only I could be someone.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _