Chords for The Choir - 14 - Tip Of My Tongue - Strong Hand Of Love (1994)
Tempo:
117.8 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
C#
D#
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E]
[A]
[E]
[A] Every woman wears suits in the heat of the day.
[E] There's a fire in the chill of the night.
[D#] [A] I turn about in circumstance.
It may [E] teach a hell in its own right.
I've [A] been boxed in in the lowlands and the canyons that's me.
[E] I've been forced through the brain to the present but then dead not to blink.
[A] I've been confounded in the whirlwind of what ifs and dreams.
[E] I've been burned by the turning of the wind back up on my own brain.
[A] Not the scales from my eyes, not the words from my lungs.
I want to [E] cry out what's on the tip of my tongue.
[A]
[C#]
[A] [E] [A]
[E]
The will [A] I've seen through the walls, the skin of dust,
[E] felt the crucial revelation.
[A] But the broad streets of the heart and the day to day meet
I've got [E] eight lines in a section.
I [A] don't want to feel lonely.
I don't want to feel pain.
[E] I don't want to draw straws with the scent of cane.
You [A] can take it out in a prayer if you'll remember my name.
You can take it out in a sentence of a profane snake.
Not the scale from my eyes, not the words from my lungs.
I want to cry out what's on the tip of my tongue.
Not the scale from my eyes, not the words from my [E] lungs.
I want to cry out what's on the tip of my tongue.
[A]
[E]
[A]
[E]
[A] There's no risk in the heat of the day.
[E] There's a fire in the chill of the night.
[A] When I know them both I'll know your love.
[E] I will feel it in the twilight.
Oh, [A] as circumstance comes crashing through my walls
Like a train, but [E] like the chorus from the mountains of the ocean floor
[A] Like the wind burst of bird wings taking flight
In a hot rain, [E] but like a mad dog on the far side of Dante's door.
[A] Not the scale from my eyes, not the words from my lungs.
I [E] want to cry out what's on the tip of my tongue.
[A] Not the scale from my eyes, not the words from my lungs.
[E] I want to cry out what's on the tip of my tongue.
[A] Not the scale from my eyes, not the words [A] from my lungs.
[F#] I want to [E] cry out what's on the tip of my tongue.
[A] Not the scale from my eyes, not the words from my lungs.
[E] I want to cry out what's on the tip of my tongue.
[A] [E]
[A]
[E] [C#]
[A]
[E]
[A]
[E]
[C#] [A]
[E]
[E]
[A]
[E]
[A]
[E]
[A]
[E]
[A] Every woman wears suits in the heat of the day.
[E] There's a fire in the chill of the night.
[D#] [A] I turn about in circumstance.
It may [E] teach a hell in its own right.
I've [A] been boxed in in the lowlands and the canyons that's me.
[E] I've been forced through the brain to the present but then dead not to blink.
[A] I've been confounded in the whirlwind of what ifs and dreams.
[E] I've been burned by the turning of the wind back up on my own brain.
[A] Not the scales from my eyes, not the words from my lungs.
I want to [E] cry out what's on the tip of my tongue.
[A]
[C#]
[A] [E] [A]
[E]
The will [A] I've seen through the walls, the skin of dust,
[E] felt the crucial revelation.
[A] But the broad streets of the heart and the day to day meet
I've got [E] eight lines in a section.
I [A] don't want to feel lonely.
I don't want to feel pain.
[E] I don't want to draw straws with the scent of cane.
You [A] can take it out in a prayer if you'll remember my name.
You can take it out in a sentence of a profane snake.
Not the scale from my eyes, not the words from my lungs.
I want to cry out what's on the tip of my tongue.
Not the scale from my eyes, not the words from my [E] lungs.
I want to cry out what's on the tip of my tongue.
[A]
[E]
[A]
[E]
[A] There's no risk in the heat of the day.
[E] There's a fire in the chill of the night.
[A] When I know them both I'll know your love.
[E] I will feel it in the twilight.
Oh, [A] as circumstance comes crashing through my walls
Like a train, but [E] like the chorus from the mountains of the ocean floor
[A] Like the wind burst of bird wings taking flight
In a hot rain, [E] but like a mad dog on the far side of Dante's door.
[A] Not the scale from my eyes, not the words from my lungs.
I [E] want to cry out what's on the tip of my tongue.
[A] Not the scale from my eyes, not the words from my lungs.
[E] I want to cry out what's on the tip of my tongue.
[A] Not the scale from my eyes, not the words [A] from my lungs.
[F#] I want to [E] cry out what's on the tip of my tongue.
[A] Not the scale from my eyes, not the words from my lungs.
[E] I want to cry out what's on the tip of my tongue.
[A] [E]
[A]
[E] [C#]
[A]
[E]
[A]
[E]
[C#] [A]
[E]
[E]
[A]
[E]
[A]
[E]
Key:
E
A
C#
D#
F#
E
A
C#
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_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] Every woman wears suits in the heat of the day.
[E] There's a fire in the chill of the night. _ _
[D#] [A] I turn about in circumstance. _
It may [E] teach a hell in its own right. _ _
I've [A] been boxed in in the lowlands and the canyons that's me.
[E] I've been forced through the brain to the present but then dead not to blink.
[A] I've been confounded in the whirlwind of what ifs and dreams.
[E] I've been burned by the turning of the wind back up on my own brain.
[A] Not the scales from my eyes, not the words from my lungs.
I want to [E] cry out what's on the tip of my tongue.
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _
_ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
The will [A] I've seen through the walls, the skin of dust,
[E] felt the crucial revelation. _ _ _
[A] But the broad streets of the heart and the day to day meet
I've got [E] eight lines in a section. _ _
I [A] don't want to feel lonely.
I don't want to feel pain.
[E] I don't want to draw straws with the scent of cane.
You [A] can take it out in a prayer if you'll remember my name.
You can take it out in a sentence of a profane snake.
Not the scale from my eyes, not the words from my lungs.
I want to cry out what's on the tip of my tongue.
Not the scale from my eyes, not the words from my [E] lungs.
I want to cry out what's on the tip of my tongue.
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] There's no risk in the heat of the day. _ _
[E] There's a fire in the chill of the night. _
[A] When I know them both I'll know your love. _
[E] I will feel it in the twilight. _ _
Oh, [A] as circumstance comes crashing through my walls
Like a train, but [E] like the chorus from the mountains of the ocean floor
[A] Like the wind burst of bird wings taking flight
In a hot rain, [E] but like a mad dog on the far side of Dante's door.
[A] Not the scale from my eyes, not the words from my lungs.
I [E] want to cry out what's on the tip of my tongue.
[A] Not the scale from my eyes, not the words from my lungs.
[E] I want to cry out what's on the tip of my tongue.
[A] Not the scale from my eyes, not the words [A] from my lungs.
[F#] I want to [E] cry out what's on the tip of my tongue.
[A] Not the scale from my eyes, not the words from my lungs.
[E] I want to cry out what's on the tip of my tongue.
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] Every woman wears suits in the heat of the day.
[E] There's a fire in the chill of the night. _ _
[D#] [A] I turn about in circumstance. _
It may [E] teach a hell in its own right. _ _
I've [A] been boxed in in the lowlands and the canyons that's me.
[E] I've been forced through the brain to the present but then dead not to blink.
[A] I've been confounded in the whirlwind of what ifs and dreams.
[E] I've been burned by the turning of the wind back up on my own brain.
[A] Not the scales from my eyes, not the words from my lungs.
I want to [E] cry out what's on the tip of my tongue.
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _
_ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
The will [A] I've seen through the walls, the skin of dust,
[E] felt the crucial revelation. _ _ _
[A] But the broad streets of the heart and the day to day meet
I've got [E] eight lines in a section. _ _
I [A] don't want to feel lonely.
I don't want to feel pain.
[E] I don't want to draw straws with the scent of cane.
You [A] can take it out in a prayer if you'll remember my name.
You can take it out in a sentence of a profane snake.
Not the scale from my eyes, not the words from my lungs.
I want to cry out what's on the tip of my tongue.
Not the scale from my eyes, not the words from my [E] lungs.
I want to cry out what's on the tip of my tongue.
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] There's no risk in the heat of the day. _ _
[E] There's a fire in the chill of the night. _
[A] When I know them both I'll know your love. _
[E] I will feel it in the twilight. _ _
Oh, [A] as circumstance comes crashing through my walls
Like a train, but [E] like the chorus from the mountains of the ocean floor
[A] Like the wind burst of bird wings taking flight
In a hot rain, [E] but like a mad dog on the far side of Dante's door.
[A] Not the scale from my eyes, not the words from my lungs.
I [E] want to cry out what's on the tip of my tongue.
[A] Not the scale from my eyes, not the words from my lungs.
[E] I want to cry out what's on the tip of my tongue.
[A] Not the scale from my eyes, not the words [A] from my lungs.
[F#] I want to [E] cry out what's on the tip of my tongue.
[A] Not the scale from my eyes, not the words from my lungs.
[E] I want to cry out what's on the tip of my tongue.
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