The Velvet Underground - Black Angels Death Song Chords
Tempo:
81.55 bpm
Chords used:
C
D
F
G
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D] [D]
[C] The myriad choice of his fate set themselves out [D] upon a plate for him to choose.
[C] What had he to lose?
Not a ghost but [D] a country all covered with sleep where the black angel did weep.
Not an old city street in the east.
[C] Gone to choose.
And Warren Ring's brother walked on through the night with his hair in his face.
The ploy along split and cut from [D] the knife of [C] GT.
[F] Rally man's platter ran on [C] through the dawn until we said so long to [D] his skull.
[C] Shrill yell.
Shining brightly red rimmed and red lined with the time of fuse with the choice of the mine on [D] ice.
Skyscraping chunks from the bills.
[G] [D]
[C]
Cut mouth bleeding [F] razors forget in the [C] pain.
Antiseptic remains cuckooed [D] by.
So you fly.
[G] To the cozy brown snow of the [D] east.
[C] Gone to choose.
Choose again.
Sacrificials [D] remain make it hard to forget.
Where you come from the stools of your eyes serve to realize fame.
[C] Choose again.
And the roadman's [D] refrain of the sacrilege recluse for the loss of a horse with a bouse and the tail of a rat.
[C] Come again.
Choose to go.
And if epiphanies [F] terror reduced you to [C] shame have your head barred and [D] we've choose a side.
[C] To the arm.
And if the stone glances off [F] with didactics into [C] leave the color on past trails on screen try between [D] if you choose.
[C] If you choose.
Try to [G] lose.
For the loss of remain [G] come and start.
[C] Start the game.
I cheat she. [Dm] Gigi.
[C] Gigi.
[G] Catacomb.
[C] Choose.
Choose [F] to choose.
Choose [C] to go.
[C] The myriad choice of his fate set themselves out [D] upon a plate for him to choose.
[C] What had he to lose?
Not a ghost but [D] a country all covered with sleep where the black angel did weep.
Not an old city street in the east.
[C] Gone to choose.
And Warren Ring's brother walked on through the night with his hair in his face.
The ploy along split and cut from [D] the knife of [C] GT.
[F] Rally man's platter ran on [C] through the dawn until we said so long to [D] his skull.
[C] Shrill yell.
Shining brightly red rimmed and red lined with the time of fuse with the choice of the mine on [D] ice.
Skyscraping chunks from the bills.
[G] [D]
[C]
Cut mouth bleeding [F] razors forget in the [C] pain.
Antiseptic remains cuckooed [D] by.
So you fly.
[G] To the cozy brown snow of the [D] east.
[C] Gone to choose.
Choose again.
Sacrificials [D] remain make it hard to forget.
Where you come from the stools of your eyes serve to realize fame.
[C] Choose again.
And the roadman's [D] refrain of the sacrilege recluse for the loss of a horse with a bouse and the tail of a rat.
[C] Come again.
Choose to go.
And if epiphanies [F] terror reduced you to [C] shame have your head barred and [D] we've choose a side.
[C] To the arm.
And if the stone glances off [F] with didactics into [C] leave the color on past trails on screen try between [D] if you choose.
[C] If you choose.
Try to [G] lose.
For the loss of remain [G] come and start.
[C] Start the game.
I cheat she. [Dm] Gigi.
[C] Gigi.
[G] Catacomb.
[C] Choose.
Choose [F] to choose.
Choose [C] to go.
Key:
C
D
F
G
Dm
C
D
F
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ The myriad choice of his fate set themselves out [D] upon a plate for him to choose.
_ [C] What had he to lose? _
_ Not a ghost but [D] a country all covered with sleep where the black angel did weep.
Not an old city street in the east.
_ [C] Gone to choose. _
_ _ _ _ And Warren Ring's brother walked on through the night with his hair in his face.
The ploy along split and cut from [D] the knife _ of [C] GT. _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] Rally man's platter ran on [C] through the dawn until we said so long to [D] his skull.
_ [C] Shrill yell.
_ _ Shining brightly red rimmed and red lined with the time of fuse with the choice of the mine on [D] ice.
Skyscraping chunks from the bills. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
Cut mouth bleeding [F] razors forget in the [C] pain.
Antiseptic remains cuckooed [D] by.
_ So you fly.
[G] To the cozy brown snow of the [D] east.
_ [C] Gone to choose.
Choose again. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Sacrificials [D] remain make it hard to forget.
Where you come from the stools of your eyes serve to realize fame.
_ [C] Choose again. _
And the roadman's [D] refrain of the sacrilege recluse for the loss of a horse with a bouse and the tail of a rat.
_ [C] Come again.
Choose to go. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ And if epiphanies [F] terror reduced you to [C] shame have your head barred and [D] we've choose a side.
_ [C] To the arm. _
And if the stone glances off [F] with didactics into [C] leave the color on past trails on screen try between [D] if you choose.
_ [C] If you choose.
Try to [G] lose.
For the loss of remain [G] come and start.
[C] Start the game.
I cheat she. [Dm] Gigi.
_ [C] Gigi.
[G] _ Catacomb.
[C] Choose.
Choose [F] to choose.
Choose [C] to go. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ The myriad choice of his fate set themselves out [D] upon a plate for him to choose.
_ [C] What had he to lose? _
_ Not a ghost but [D] a country all covered with sleep where the black angel did weep.
Not an old city street in the east.
_ [C] Gone to choose. _
_ _ _ _ And Warren Ring's brother walked on through the night with his hair in his face.
The ploy along split and cut from [D] the knife _ of [C] GT. _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] Rally man's platter ran on [C] through the dawn until we said so long to [D] his skull.
_ [C] Shrill yell.
_ _ Shining brightly red rimmed and red lined with the time of fuse with the choice of the mine on [D] ice.
Skyscraping chunks from the bills. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
Cut mouth bleeding [F] razors forget in the [C] pain.
Antiseptic remains cuckooed [D] by.
_ So you fly.
[G] To the cozy brown snow of the [D] east.
_ [C] Gone to choose.
Choose again. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Sacrificials [D] remain make it hard to forget.
Where you come from the stools of your eyes serve to realize fame.
_ [C] Choose again. _
And the roadman's [D] refrain of the sacrilege recluse for the loss of a horse with a bouse and the tail of a rat.
_ [C] Come again.
Choose to go. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ And if epiphanies [F] terror reduced you to [C] shame have your head barred and [D] we've choose a side.
_ [C] To the arm. _
And if the stone glances off [F] with didactics into [C] leave the color on past trails on screen try between [D] if you choose.
_ [C] If you choose.
Try to [G] lose.
For the loss of remain [G] come and start.
[C] Start the game.
I cheat she. [Dm] Gigi.
_ [C] Gigi.
[G] _ Catacomb.
[C] Choose.
Choose [F] to choose.
Choose [C] to go. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _