Private Sorrow Chords by The Pretty Things
Tempo:
103.6 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
G
F
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[N] [E] [A] [E]
[A] [E]
[A] [E]
[A]
[G] [Em] [A]
Heaven's rain falls [E] upon the [D] faces of the children [A] who look sky red.
[E] [G] [E]
[D] Twisting metal through [E] the air, scars and screams so you [A] might know it's you or me.
[E] [G] [E]
Seashells whistle, let your brains [A]
drift away.
[E] [G] Seashells [E] whistle, let your sounds hide away.
[A]
[E]
[F] [F#] [G] [E]
We're walking tall, [A] looking small.
The reasons of life [E] disappearing.
Nodding the sounds, face cluttered in the ground.
Black beliefs of command.
Chilling the heart, [A] you're playing a part.
Courageous, so [E] demanding.
Down by some [A] vines, marching through the night.
Life's like a man, [E] isn't it?
[A] [E]
[D]
[G] [Em] [E]
Heaven's ebbing falls upon the skirts [D] of mother earth [E] and men fly skyward.
[G] [Em]
Twisting wings through the [E] air, lift the soul so you might [A] know it's you or me.
[E] [Em]
Seashells [A] whistle, let your brains drift away.
[E] [G] Seashells [E] whistle, let [G] your sounds [E] hide away.
[F]
[E] [F]
[F#] [G] [E] Dressed in white silver [A] rain, buried in veins.
You kneel in the [E] church, you cry to Stephen.
A new morning arrives, share the same sky.
The brother in the land full of bees.
The memory [A] fade from the edge of a blade.
You return, you [E] sure that you will.
From the frame in your head, a smile expands.
You hang from a thread of glass tears.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
[D] [E]
Listed missing.
Corporal John Charles Hedwardsmith, killed in action.
Private Jonathan Leskinen, loved Corporal Nigel Smith.
[F] [G] [Am] [F]
[G#]
[F]
[A] [E]
[A] [E]
[A]
[G] [Em] [A]
Heaven's rain falls [E] upon the [D] faces of the children [A] who look sky red.
[E] [G] [E]
[D] Twisting metal through [E] the air, scars and screams so you [A] might know it's you or me.
[E] [G] [E]
Seashells whistle, let your brains [A]
drift away.
[E] [G] Seashells [E] whistle, let your sounds hide away.
[A]
[E]
[F] [F#] [G] [E]
We're walking tall, [A] looking small.
The reasons of life [E] disappearing.
Nodding the sounds, face cluttered in the ground.
Black beliefs of command.
Chilling the heart, [A] you're playing a part.
Courageous, so [E] demanding.
Down by some [A] vines, marching through the night.
Life's like a man, [E] isn't it?
[A] [E]
[D]
[G] [Em] [E]
Heaven's ebbing falls upon the skirts [D] of mother earth [E] and men fly skyward.
[G] [Em]
Twisting wings through the [E] air, lift the soul so you might [A] know it's you or me.
[E] [Em]
Seashells [A] whistle, let your brains drift away.
[E] [G] Seashells [E] whistle, let [G] your sounds [E] hide away.
[F]
[E] [F]
[F#] [G] [E] Dressed in white silver [A] rain, buried in veins.
You kneel in the [E] church, you cry to Stephen.
A new morning arrives, share the same sky.
The brother in the land full of bees.
The memory [A] fade from the edge of a blade.
You return, you [E] sure that you will.
From the frame in your head, a smile expands.
You hang from a thread of glass tears.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
[D] [E]
Listed missing.
Corporal John Charles Hedwardsmith, killed in action.
Private Jonathan Leskinen, loved Corporal Nigel Smith.
[F] [G] [Am] [F]
[G#]
[F]
Key:
E
A
G
F
D
E
A
G
[N] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [A] _
Heaven's rain falls [E] upon the [D] faces of the children [A] who look sky red.
[E] _ _ [G] _ _ [E] _
[D] Twisting metal through [E] the air, scars and screams so you [A] might know it's you or me.
[E] _ _ [G] _ _ [E] _
_ Seashells whistle, let your brains [A]
drift away.
[E] _ _ [G] Seashells [E] whistle, let your sounds hide away.
[A] _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ [G] _ _ [E]
We're walking tall, [A] looking small.
The reasons of life [E] disappearing.
Nodding the sounds, face cluttered in the ground.
Black beliefs of command.
Chilling the heart, [A] you're playing a part.
Courageous, so [E] demanding.
Down by some [A] vines, marching through the night.
Life's like a man, [E] isn't it?
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [E] _
Heaven's ebbing falls upon the skirts [D] of mother earth [E] and men fly skyward.
_ _ [G] _ _ [Em] _
Twisting wings through the [E] air, lift the soul so you might [A] know it's you or me.
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
Seashells [A] whistle, let your brains drift away.
_ [E] _ _ [G] Seashells [E] whistle, let [G] your sounds [E] hide away.
_ [F] _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
[F#] _ _ _ [G] _ _ [E] Dressed in white silver [A] rain, buried in veins.
You kneel in the [E] church, you cry to Stephen.
A new morning arrives, share the same sky.
The brother in the land full of bees.
The memory [A] fade from the edge of a blade.
You return, you [E] sure that you will.
From the frame in your head, a smile expands.
You hang from a thread of glass tears. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Listed missing.
Corporal John Charles Hedwardsmith, killed in action.
Private Jonathan Leskinen, _ _ _ loved Corporal Nigel Smith. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ [G] _ [Am] _ _ [F] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G#] _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [A] _
Heaven's rain falls [E] upon the [D] faces of the children [A] who look sky red.
[E] _ _ [G] _ _ [E] _
[D] Twisting metal through [E] the air, scars and screams so you [A] might know it's you or me.
[E] _ _ [G] _ _ [E] _
_ Seashells whistle, let your brains [A]
drift away.
[E] _ _ [G] Seashells [E] whistle, let your sounds hide away.
[A] _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ [G] _ _ [E]
We're walking tall, [A] looking small.
The reasons of life [E] disappearing.
Nodding the sounds, face cluttered in the ground.
Black beliefs of command.
Chilling the heart, [A] you're playing a part.
Courageous, so [E] demanding.
Down by some [A] vines, marching through the night.
Life's like a man, [E] isn't it?
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [E] _
Heaven's ebbing falls upon the skirts [D] of mother earth [E] and men fly skyward.
_ _ [G] _ _ [Em] _
Twisting wings through the [E] air, lift the soul so you might [A] know it's you or me.
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
Seashells [A] whistle, let your brains drift away.
_ [E] _ _ [G] Seashells [E] whistle, let [G] your sounds [E] hide away.
_ [F] _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
[F#] _ _ _ [G] _ _ [E] Dressed in white silver [A] rain, buried in veins.
You kneel in the [E] church, you cry to Stephen.
A new morning arrives, share the same sky.
The brother in the land full of bees.
The memory [A] fade from the edge of a blade.
You return, you [E] sure that you will.
From the frame in your head, a smile expands.
You hang from a thread of glass tears. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Listed missing.
Corporal John Charles Hedwardsmith, killed in action.
Private Jonathan Leskinen, _ _ _ loved Corporal Nigel Smith. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ [G] _ [Am] _ _ [F] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G#] _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _