Chords for The Doors - Ghost Song (Music Video)
Tempo:
111.3 bpm
Chords used:
Gm
E
F
Em
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E]
[Em]
Awake,
[E] [Em] shake dreams from your hair, my pretty child, my sweet.
Choose the day, choose the sign of your day, [E] the day's divinity.
First [E] thing you see,
[Em]
a vast radiant beach and cool jeweled moon.
Couples, naked, race down by its quiet side, [Bm] and we [A] laugh like soft, mad children,
[Em] snot over wooly [G] cotton grains of infancy.
The music and voices are all around [A] us.
[A] [Em]
Choose, they croon, the ancient ones.
The time has come again.
Choose now, they croon, beneath the moon beside an ancient [A] lake.
[Em] Enter again, the sweet forest, after the hot dream can leave us,
and things broken up.
[A] [E]
[A] [E]
[A] [E]
[Em] [E]
[E]
Indians scattered on [C#m] dawns, highway [E] bleeding, ghosts crowding the old chalice of [Gm] gradual hatred.
[F] [Gm] We have assembled inside this ancient and insane theater to propagate our lust for life.
We have [F] swarmed the misty [Gm] streets, [D]
stormed the windows and only one of all the [G] rest.
[Gm] [F]
[G]
[Gm]
[F]
[Gm]
[Am] O great creator of Eden, [Gm] grant us one more [F] hour to perform our art, perfect our [Gm] lives.
[F] Great golden come, [Gm]
[F] [Gm]
true kings and murderers are allowed to roam free.
A thousand [F] ambitions arise [Gm] in the land.
[Dm]
[G] [C] Where are the feasts we were promised?
[C]
[Em]
Awake,
[E] [Em] shake dreams from your hair, my pretty child, my sweet.
Choose the day, choose the sign of your day, [E] the day's divinity.
First [E] thing you see,
[Em]
a vast radiant beach and cool jeweled moon.
Couples, naked, race down by its quiet side, [Bm] and we [A] laugh like soft, mad children,
[Em] snot over wooly [G] cotton grains of infancy.
The music and voices are all around [A] us.
[A] [Em]
Choose, they croon, the ancient ones.
The time has come again.
Choose now, they croon, beneath the moon beside an ancient [A] lake.
[Em] Enter again, the sweet forest, after the hot dream can leave us,
and things broken up.
[A] [E]
[A] [E]
[A] [E]
[Em] [E]
[E]
Indians scattered on [C#m] dawns, highway [E] bleeding, ghosts crowding the old chalice of [Gm] gradual hatred.
[F] [Gm] We have assembled inside this ancient and insane theater to propagate our lust for life.
We have [F] swarmed the misty [Gm] streets, [D]
stormed the windows and only one of all the [G] rest.
[Gm] [F]
[G]
[Gm]
[F]
[Gm]
[Am] O great creator of Eden, [Gm] grant us one more [F] hour to perform our art, perfect our [Gm] lives.
[F] Great golden come, [Gm]
[F] [Gm]
true kings and murderers are allowed to roam free.
A thousand [F] ambitions arise [Gm] in the land.
[Dm]
[G] [C] Where are the feasts we were promised?
[C]
Key:
Gm
E
F
Em
A
Gm
E
F
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Awake, _
_ [E] _ [Em] shake dreams from your hair, my pretty child, my sweet.
Choose the day, choose the sign of your day, [E] the day's divinity.
First [E] thing you see, _ _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _
a vast radiant beach and cool jeweled moon.
_ _ Couples, naked, race down by its quiet side, _ [Bm] and we [A] laugh like soft, mad children,
[Em] snot over wooly [G] cotton grains of infancy.
_ The music and voices are all around [A] us. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Choose, they croon, the ancient ones.
The time has come again.
Choose now, they croon, beneath the moon beside an ancient [A] lake.
[Em] Enter again, the sweet forest, after the hot dream can leave us,
and things broken up.
[A] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Indians scattered on [C#m] dawns, highway [E] bleeding, ghosts crowding the old chalice of [Gm] gradual hatred. _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ [Gm] We have assembled inside this ancient and insane theater to propagate our lust for life.
We have [F] swarmed the misty [Gm] streets, _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
stormed the windows and only one of all the [G] rest. _
_ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ [F] _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _
[Am] O great creator of Eden, [Gm] grant us one more [F] hour to perform our art, perfect our [Gm] lives. _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ Great golden come, _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _
true kings and murderers are allowed to roam free.
A thousand [F] ambitions arise [Gm] in the land.
_ _ [Dm] _ _
[G] _ _ [C] _ _ _ Where are the feasts we were promised?
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Awake, _
_ [E] _ [Em] shake dreams from your hair, my pretty child, my sweet.
Choose the day, choose the sign of your day, [E] the day's divinity.
First [E] thing you see, _ _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _
a vast radiant beach and cool jeweled moon.
_ _ Couples, naked, race down by its quiet side, _ [Bm] and we [A] laugh like soft, mad children,
[Em] snot over wooly [G] cotton grains of infancy.
_ The music and voices are all around [A] us. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Choose, they croon, the ancient ones.
The time has come again.
Choose now, they croon, beneath the moon beside an ancient [A] lake.
[Em] Enter again, the sweet forest, after the hot dream can leave us,
and things broken up.
[A] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Indians scattered on [C#m] dawns, highway [E] bleeding, ghosts crowding the old chalice of [Gm] gradual hatred. _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ [Gm] We have assembled inside this ancient and insane theater to propagate our lust for life.
We have [F] swarmed the misty [Gm] streets, _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
stormed the windows and only one of all the [G] rest. _
_ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ [F] _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _
[Am] O great creator of Eden, [Gm] grant us one more [F] hour to perform our art, perfect our [Gm] lives. _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ Great golden come, _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _
true kings and murderers are allowed to roam free.
A thousand [F] ambitions arise [Gm] in the land.
_ _ [Dm] _ _
[G] _ _ [C] _ _ _ Where are the feasts we were promised?
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _