Chords for The Damsel and the Villain — Jimmy Needham
Tempo:
68.2 bpm
Chords used:
F#m
B
A
F#
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F#m] [F#]
[F#m]
[F#] This is a story.
A story about a hero and a damsel, a [D] villain and a scandal.
[F#m] So bend
down and tie your sandals because where we're going is holy [F#m] ground.
It starts like this.
In the beginning there was the hero.
And the hero was the father and the hero was the spirit
and the hero was the son.
And if [D] this hurts your head already, welcome to the kingdom.
[Bm] [E] Immutable, inscrutable, [F#m] infinitely glad-hearted, triune perfection, his ancient love reverberated
off each member with no hint [Bm] of dissension.
Perfect in unity, perfect in diversity, [B] holy
Trinity.
And even [F#m] before the rocks could cry out his name, he was singing his own praises.
How could he not?
You know anyone else who goes by the rock of [Bm] ages, he needed nothing from no
one as if something made could improve upon his majesty.
His majesty's amphile was [F#m] already
at 11.
And if this was the end of our story, there'd be enough for us to glory for [D] a thousand
eternities, Adam.
But our [B] story isn't over because one day the [A] hero started speaking.
[F#m] And when he started speaking, things started big.
[A] Light, night, wind, [B] water, mud, moon, [F#m] seas, and sliders,
swimmers, and flyers, gallopers, and gliders, stars, and seasons, rhyme and reason, all of it.
And all of it [Bm] was good.
And all of a sudden, all the commotion came to a [D] standstill when our hero bent down and fastened
[F#] his dance of God, [F#m] leaned over our [C#] body of earth, breathed life into our lungs, made [A] a heartbeat from
[Bm] dirt.
He put light into our eyes.
[A] [Bm] He gave us each other and he gave us [F#] himself as a prize and we were
[F#m] naked and were not ashamed.
But of course, the plot [D] for these [Bm] interstates right to villainy.
[F#m]
See, the serpent was crafted [F#] and then he feasted in the garden.
He made a [F#m] beeline for the tree line and found Eve and her husband.
And in [A] less than 50 words, he convinced [B] perfectly satisfied people they [F#m] were starving to death.
And since that day, God's damsel has known nothing but starving to death.
The poison of Asp's is heavy on her breath.
We traded the [A] glory of the incorruptible God [B] for a silly substitute like [F#m] a school kid.
Duped into giving up his brand new Jordans for a pair of worn out [E] tennis shoes.
We became a [F#m] dark hearted, bent [A] inward on a mission to find [B] within ourselves the solution.
Like trying to [F#m] number the stars while gazing through LA's air pollution.
We couldn't see.
[F#] And [F#m] we fell in love with lesser things.
And we bought on each a diamond ring [B] and we betrayed our maker, our [F#m] husband, our king.
Let me clarify.
Because this doesn't just apply to the treacherous or the murderous.
Even [B] the best of us are as [F#m] bad as the worst of us.
Outwardly clean, yeah, but inside full of dead men's bones like the Taj Mahal.
It looks good and all, but there's nobody [C#] home.
And one [B] terrible day we looked around, but there was [F#m] no more villain to be found.
See, he he crawled inside of us like a virus.
We wired us.
And now the damsel is the villain as [E] well.
We tied [F#m] our own self to the train tracks.
The horn blows and careening toward us is 10,000 tons of God's wrath.
Sounds so loud you can barely hear the screaming chorus.
Who will save us from the [B] body of this [F#m] death?
Enter stage left.
Jesus of Nazareth.
The word came [D]
flesh [F#m] and dwelt among us.
He came lowly, perfectly holy.
He came like a groom on his way to the altar to meet the bride.
And for the dowry, he had no cash.
So he paid with his life.
Are you shocked by the consequence of sin?
[B] Be more [F#m] shocked at the mercy of him.
Couldn't free [F#] ourselves.
So Christ [F#m] became our freedom.
Couldn't fill these lungs.
So he became our breathe.
And we live because he died once a harlot.
Now we're bride.
Sins were scarlet.
Now [A] made white.
Perfect by [B] proxy.
[F#m] Saved by a surrogate.
Holy through him, the hero and the damsel are one once again.
But wait, I haven't even told you the [A] best part yet.
You see, [B] as if there wasn't enough here already to impress you,
the [F#m] best part about this story is this story is true.
The only fairy tale that's not a fairy tale.
So long, Mother Goose.
Farewell, Dr.
Sue.
This here's the genuine article.
God made.
We stray.
God's love display.
[F#] God made.
Gives grace.
[F#m] Stands in our place.
Our sins erased.
Debt paid.
Always so far on your face.
And give God [C#] all praise.
[E]
[F#m]
[F#] This is a story.
A story about a hero and a damsel, a [D] villain and a scandal.
[F#m] So bend
down and tie your sandals because where we're going is holy [F#m] ground.
It starts like this.
In the beginning there was the hero.
And the hero was the father and the hero was the spirit
and the hero was the son.
And if [D] this hurts your head already, welcome to the kingdom.
[Bm] [E] Immutable, inscrutable, [F#m] infinitely glad-hearted, triune perfection, his ancient love reverberated
off each member with no hint [Bm] of dissension.
Perfect in unity, perfect in diversity, [B] holy
Trinity.
And even [F#m] before the rocks could cry out his name, he was singing his own praises.
How could he not?
You know anyone else who goes by the rock of [Bm] ages, he needed nothing from no
one as if something made could improve upon his majesty.
His majesty's amphile was [F#m] already
at 11.
And if this was the end of our story, there'd be enough for us to glory for [D] a thousand
eternities, Adam.
But our [B] story isn't over because one day the [A] hero started speaking.
[F#m] And when he started speaking, things started big.
[A] Light, night, wind, [B] water, mud, moon, [F#m] seas, and sliders,
swimmers, and flyers, gallopers, and gliders, stars, and seasons, rhyme and reason, all of it.
And all of it [Bm] was good.
And all of a sudden, all the commotion came to a [D] standstill when our hero bent down and fastened
[F#] his dance of God, [F#m] leaned over our [C#] body of earth, breathed life into our lungs, made [A] a heartbeat from
[Bm] dirt.
He put light into our eyes.
[A] [Bm] He gave us each other and he gave us [F#] himself as a prize and we were
[F#m] naked and were not ashamed.
But of course, the plot [D] for these [Bm] interstates right to villainy.
[F#m]
See, the serpent was crafted [F#] and then he feasted in the garden.
He made a [F#m] beeline for the tree line and found Eve and her husband.
And in [A] less than 50 words, he convinced [B] perfectly satisfied people they [F#m] were starving to death.
And since that day, God's damsel has known nothing but starving to death.
The poison of Asp's is heavy on her breath.
We traded the [A] glory of the incorruptible God [B] for a silly substitute like [F#m] a school kid.
Duped into giving up his brand new Jordans for a pair of worn out [E] tennis shoes.
We became a [F#m] dark hearted, bent [A] inward on a mission to find [B] within ourselves the solution.
Like trying to [F#m] number the stars while gazing through LA's air pollution.
We couldn't see.
[F#] And [F#m] we fell in love with lesser things.
And we bought on each a diamond ring [B] and we betrayed our maker, our [F#m] husband, our king.
Let me clarify.
Because this doesn't just apply to the treacherous or the murderous.
Even [B] the best of us are as [F#m] bad as the worst of us.
Outwardly clean, yeah, but inside full of dead men's bones like the Taj Mahal.
It looks good and all, but there's nobody [C#] home.
And one [B] terrible day we looked around, but there was [F#m] no more villain to be found.
See, he he crawled inside of us like a virus.
We wired us.
And now the damsel is the villain as [E] well.
We tied [F#m] our own self to the train tracks.
The horn blows and careening toward us is 10,000 tons of God's wrath.
Sounds so loud you can barely hear the screaming chorus.
Who will save us from the [B] body of this [F#m] death?
Enter stage left.
Jesus of Nazareth.
The word came [D]
flesh [F#m] and dwelt among us.
He came lowly, perfectly holy.
He came like a groom on his way to the altar to meet the bride.
And for the dowry, he had no cash.
So he paid with his life.
Are you shocked by the consequence of sin?
[B] Be more [F#m] shocked at the mercy of him.
Couldn't free [F#] ourselves.
So Christ [F#m] became our freedom.
Couldn't fill these lungs.
So he became our breathe.
And we live because he died once a harlot.
Now we're bride.
Sins were scarlet.
Now [A] made white.
Perfect by [B] proxy.
[F#m] Saved by a surrogate.
Holy through him, the hero and the damsel are one once again.
But wait, I haven't even told you the [A] best part yet.
You see, [B] as if there wasn't enough here already to impress you,
the [F#m] best part about this story is this story is true.
The only fairy tale that's not a fairy tale.
So long, Mother Goose.
Farewell, Dr.
Sue.
This here's the genuine article.
God made.
We stray.
God's love display.
[F#] God made.
Gives grace.
[F#m] Stands in our place.
Our sins erased.
Debt paid.
Always so far on your face.
And give God [C#] all praise.
[E]
Key:
F#m
B
A
F#
Bm
F#m
B
A
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#] This is a story.
_ A story about a hero and a damsel, a [D] villain and a scandal.
[F#m] So bend
down and tie your sandals because where we're going is holy [F#m] ground.
_ _ _ It starts like this.
_ _ In the beginning there was the hero.
And the hero was the father and the hero was the spirit
and the hero was the son.
And if [D] this hurts your head already, welcome to the kingdom.
[Bm] _ _ [E] Immutable, inscrutable, [F#m] _ infinitely glad-hearted, triune perfection, his ancient love reverberated
off each member with no hint [Bm] of dissension.
Perfect in unity, perfect in diversity, [B] holy
Trinity.
And even [F#m] before the rocks could cry out his name, he was singing his own praises.
How could he not?
You know anyone else who goes by the rock of [Bm] ages, he needed nothing from no
one as if something made could improve upon his majesty.
His majesty's amphile was [F#m] already
at 11.
And if this was the end of our story, there'd be enough for us to glory for [D] a thousand
eternities, Adam.
But our [B] story isn't over because one day the [A] hero started speaking.
[F#m] _ _ And when he started speaking, things started big.
_ [A] Light, night, wind, [B] water, mud, moon, [F#m] seas, and sliders,
swimmers, and flyers, gallopers, and gliders, stars, and seasons, rhyme and reason, all of it.
And all of it [Bm] was good.
And all of a sudden, all the commotion came to a [D] standstill when our hero bent down and fastened
[F#] his dance of God, [F#m] leaned over our [C#] body of earth, breathed life into our lungs, made [A] a heartbeat from
[Bm] dirt.
He put light into our eyes.
[A] [Bm] He gave us each other and he gave us [F#] himself as a prize and we were
[F#m] naked and were not ashamed.
_ _ _ But of course, the plot [D] for these _ [Bm] interstates right to villainy.
[F#m] _ _
See, the serpent was crafted [F#] and then he feasted in the garden.
He made a [F#m] beeline for the tree line and found Eve and her husband.
And in [A] less than 50 words, he convinced [B] perfectly satisfied people they [F#m] were starving to death.
And since that day, God's damsel has known nothing but starving to death.
The poison of Asp's is heavy on her breath.
We traded the [A] glory of the incorruptible God [B] for a silly substitute like [F#m] a school kid.
Duped into giving up his brand new Jordans for a pair of worn out [E] tennis shoes.
We became a [F#m] dark hearted, bent [A] inward on a mission to find [B] within ourselves the solution.
Like trying to [F#m] number the stars while gazing through LA's air pollution.
We couldn't see.
[F#] And [F#m] we fell in love with lesser things.
And we bought on each a diamond ring [B] and we betrayed our maker, our [F#m] husband, our king. _
_ Let me clarify.
_ Because this doesn't just apply to the treacherous or the murderous.
Even [B] the best of us are as [F#m] bad as the worst of us.
Outwardly clean, yeah, but inside full of dead men's bones like the Taj Mahal.
It looks good and all, but there's nobody [C#] home.
And one [B] terrible day we looked around, but there was [F#m] no more villain to be found.
See, he he crawled inside of us like a virus.
We wired us.
And now the damsel is the villain as [E] well.
We tied [F#m] our own self to the train tracks.
The horn blows and careening toward us is 10,000 tons of God's wrath.
Sounds so loud you can barely hear the screaming chorus.
Who will save us from the [B] body of this [F#m] death? _ _ _
_ Enter stage left.
Jesus of Nazareth. _ _
_ _ The word came [D]
flesh [F#m] and dwelt among us.
He came lowly, _ perfectly holy.
He came like a groom on his way to the altar to meet the bride.
And for the dowry, he had no cash.
So he paid with his life.
Are you shocked by the consequence of sin?
[B] Be more [F#m] shocked at the mercy of him.
Couldn't free [F#] ourselves.
So Christ [F#m] became our freedom.
Couldn't fill these lungs.
So he became our breathe.
And we live because he died once a harlot.
Now we're bride.
Sins were scarlet.
Now [A] made white.
Perfect by [B] proxy.
[F#m] Saved by a surrogate.
Holy through him, the hero and the damsel are one once again.
But wait, _ I haven't even told you the [A] best part yet.
You see, [B] as if there wasn't enough here already to impress you,
the [F#m] best part about this story is this story is true.
_ The only fairy tale that's not a fairy tale.
So long, Mother Goose.
Farewell, Dr.
Sue.
This here's the genuine article.
God made.
We stray.
God's love display.
[F#] God made.
Gives grace.
[F#m] Stands in our place.
Our sins erased.
Debt paid.
Always so far on your face.
And give God [C#] all praise.
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#] This is a story.
_ A story about a hero and a damsel, a [D] villain and a scandal.
[F#m] So bend
down and tie your sandals because where we're going is holy [F#m] ground.
_ _ _ It starts like this.
_ _ In the beginning there was the hero.
And the hero was the father and the hero was the spirit
and the hero was the son.
And if [D] this hurts your head already, welcome to the kingdom.
[Bm] _ _ [E] Immutable, inscrutable, [F#m] _ infinitely glad-hearted, triune perfection, his ancient love reverberated
off each member with no hint [Bm] of dissension.
Perfect in unity, perfect in diversity, [B] holy
Trinity.
And even [F#m] before the rocks could cry out his name, he was singing his own praises.
How could he not?
You know anyone else who goes by the rock of [Bm] ages, he needed nothing from no
one as if something made could improve upon his majesty.
His majesty's amphile was [F#m] already
at 11.
And if this was the end of our story, there'd be enough for us to glory for [D] a thousand
eternities, Adam.
But our [B] story isn't over because one day the [A] hero started speaking.
[F#m] _ _ And when he started speaking, things started big.
_ [A] Light, night, wind, [B] water, mud, moon, [F#m] seas, and sliders,
swimmers, and flyers, gallopers, and gliders, stars, and seasons, rhyme and reason, all of it.
And all of it [Bm] was good.
And all of a sudden, all the commotion came to a [D] standstill when our hero bent down and fastened
[F#] his dance of God, [F#m] leaned over our [C#] body of earth, breathed life into our lungs, made [A] a heartbeat from
[Bm] dirt.
He put light into our eyes.
[A] [Bm] He gave us each other and he gave us [F#] himself as a prize and we were
[F#m] naked and were not ashamed.
_ _ _ But of course, the plot [D] for these _ [Bm] interstates right to villainy.
[F#m] _ _
See, the serpent was crafted [F#] and then he feasted in the garden.
He made a [F#m] beeline for the tree line and found Eve and her husband.
And in [A] less than 50 words, he convinced [B] perfectly satisfied people they [F#m] were starving to death.
And since that day, God's damsel has known nothing but starving to death.
The poison of Asp's is heavy on her breath.
We traded the [A] glory of the incorruptible God [B] for a silly substitute like [F#m] a school kid.
Duped into giving up his brand new Jordans for a pair of worn out [E] tennis shoes.
We became a [F#m] dark hearted, bent [A] inward on a mission to find [B] within ourselves the solution.
Like trying to [F#m] number the stars while gazing through LA's air pollution.
We couldn't see.
[F#] And [F#m] we fell in love with lesser things.
And we bought on each a diamond ring [B] and we betrayed our maker, our [F#m] husband, our king. _
_ Let me clarify.
_ Because this doesn't just apply to the treacherous or the murderous.
Even [B] the best of us are as [F#m] bad as the worst of us.
Outwardly clean, yeah, but inside full of dead men's bones like the Taj Mahal.
It looks good and all, but there's nobody [C#] home.
And one [B] terrible day we looked around, but there was [F#m] no more villain to be found.
See, he he crawled inside of us like a virus.
We wired us.
And now the damsel is the villain as [E] well.
We tied [F#m] our own self to the train tracks.
The horn blows and careening toward us is 10,000 tons of God's wrath.
Sounds so loud you can barely hear the screaming chorus.
Who will save us from the [B] body of this [F#m] death? _ _ _
_ Enter stage left.
Jesus of Nazareth. _ _
_ _ The word came [D]
flesh [F#m] and dwelt among us.
He came lowly, _ perfectly holy.
He came like a groom on his way to the altar to meet the bride.
And for the dowry, he had no cash.
So he paid with his life.
Are you shocked by the consequence of sin?
[B] Be more [F#m] shocked at the mercy of him.
Couldn't free [F#] ourselves.
So Christ [F#m] became our freedom.
Couldn't fill these lungs.
So he became our breathe.
And we live because he died once a harlot.
Now we're bride.
Sins were scarlet.
Now [A] made white.
Perfect by [B] proxy.
[F#m] Saved by a surrogate.
Holy through him, the hero and the damsel are one once again.
But wait, _ I haven't even told you the [A] best part yet.
You see, [B] as if there wasn't enough here already to impress you,
the [F#m] best part about this story is this story is true.
_ The only fairy tale that's not a fairy tale.
So long, Mother Goose.
Farewell, Dr.
Sue.
This here's the genuine article.
God made.
We stray.
God's love display.
[F#] God made.
Gives grace.
[F#m] Stands in our place.
Our sins erased.
Debt paid.
Always so far on your face.
And give God [C#] all praise.
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _