Chords for Todd Rundgren - Lord Chancellor's Nightmare Song (Lyrics Below) (HQ)
Tempo:
123.5 bpm
Chords used:
F
D
A
Dm
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[F]
[G] [C]
[Bb] [D] [G] [Cm] Love, unrequited, robs me of me rest.
[D] [Cm] Love, hopeless love, my ardent soul [Db]
encumbers.
[Dm] Love, nightmare-like, lies heavy on me chest.
[E] [Dm] And weaves [Abm] itself into [Ab] my midnight slumber.
[G] [Dm] [A]
[B] [Dm]
When you're lying awake with a dismal headache and repose is [E] tabooed by anxiety,
I can see you may use any [D] language you choose to indulge him without impropriety.
For your brain is on fire, the bedclothes conspire, of [C] usual slumbers you plunder you.
For a certain kind of pain goes and encumbers your toes, and your shit [F] slips down nearly from under you.
Then the blanketing tingles you, feel like smithickles so [Gm] terrible, sharp as the picking.
And you're hot and you're cross and you tumble [C] and toss to the stove and [F] quicks you in the ticking.
[Em] Then the bedclothes [D] off you to the ground in a heap and you pick them [C] all up in a tangle.
[F] Next your pillow [B] resigns and paletti declines to remain at [A] its usual angle.
When you get some repose in the form of a dose with hot eyeballs and head over aching,
With your slumbering teams with such horrible dreams you'd very much [D] better be waking.
[Dm] When you dream you're crossing a tunnel and tossing about in a [Gm] steamer from Harrods,
Which is something between a large [Dm] bathing machine and a very small sitting class carriage.
Then you're serving a treat, penny icing cold meat to [C] a party of friends and relations.
The ravenous hoarders they often are from the small [F] squares of Kensington stations.
[Bb] Then pound the letter and you find your attorney who started that [Dm] morning from Devon.
[D] He's a bit undersized and you don't feel surprised when he tells [F] you he's only eleven.
When you're [Am] driving that guy with the [G] singular dad by the by the [C] ship's mouth for a wheeler.
[F] And you're playing round [Bb] games and he calls you bad names [Abm] when you tell him that Ty's been a dealer.
Well at least you can't stand seeing his [B] claw on your [A] hand and you find he wears holes and icicles.
And your [Ab] socks would like someone with gold [A] clocks, crossing [Dm] Salisbury Plain on a bicycle.
And he and the crew are bicycle stewards that somehow or [E] other invested in.
And he's selling guitars to the particulars of a company [Dm] he's interested in.
It's a scheme of devices to get at low prices.
I'll put some thong [C] mixtures in cables.
We stick all the sandals by treating retailers as though they were [F] all vegetables.
You get a good space when you plant a small face of first egg with [A] roots in a blue tree.
[B] And his legs will take root and his fingers will shoot.
[F] They'll blossom and bud like a fruit tree.
[A] The green [D] grocery tree gives you gravy, creepy cauliflower, [C] pineapple and cranberry.
[F] All the pastries you could plant, [Bb] very brandy will grant.
And they'll pop sweet corners [A] and memories.
The shires are a penny and ever so many are taken by Rothblatt and Barrett.
And just as a [Abm] viewer I'll let it do you, you away.
[F] With [B] a shot of despairing.
[A]
You're a regular wreck [Am] with a crick in [Em] your neck and a womb to your snore.
[D] For your head's on the floor [Gbm] and your needles and pins from [Dbm] your soles to your shins.
[G] And your flesh is a creep for your left leg to sleep.
A cramp in your toes and a fly in your nose.
It's a flop in your lung and a fever's tongue and a thirst that's intense.
The general sense that you [F] haven't been sleeping in clover.
[A] The darkness has passed and it's daylight at last.
[D] The [Gb] night has been long, diddle diddle my song.
[D] And [Em] thank goodness [D] that both of [A] them over.
[N]
[G] [C]
[Bb] [D] [G] [Cm] Love, unrequited, robs me of me rest.
[D] [Cm] Love, hopeless love, my ardent soul [Db]
encumbers.
[Dm] Love, nightmare-like, lies heavy on me chest.
[E] [Dm] And weaves [Abm] itself into [Ab] my midnight slumber.
[G] [Dm] [A]
[B] [Dm]
When you're lying awake with a dismal headache and repose is [E] tabooed by anxiety,
I can see you may use any [D] language you choose to indulge him without impropriety.
For your brain is on fire, the bedclothes conspire, of [C] usual slumbers you plunder you.
For a certain kind of pain goes and encumbers your toes, and your shit [F] slips down nearly from under you.
Then the blanketing tingles you, feel like smithickles so [Gm] terrible, sharp as the picking.
And you're hot and you're cross and you tumble [C] and toss to the stove and [F] quicks you in the ticking.
[Em] Then the bedclothes [D] off you to the ground in a heap and you pick them [C] all up in a tangle.
[F] Next your pillow [B] resigns and paletti declines to remain at [A] its usual angle.
When you get some repose in the form of a dose with hot eyeballs and head over aching,
With your slumbering teams with such horrible dreams you'd very much [D] better be waking.
[Dm] When you dream you're crossing a tunnel and tossing about in a [Gm] steamer from Harrods,
Which is something between a large [Dm] bathing machine and a very small sitting class carriage.
Then you're serving a treat, penny icing cold meat to [C] a party of friends and relations.
The ravenous hoarders they often are from the small [F] squares of Kensington stations.
[Bb] Then pound the letter and you find your attorney who started that [Dm] morning from Devon.
[D] He's a bit undersized and you don't feel surprised when he tells [F] you he's only eleven.
When you're [Am] driving that guy with the [G] singular dad by the by the [C] ship's mouth for a wheeler.
[F] And you're playing round [Bb] games and he calls you bad names [Abm] when you tell him that Ty's been a dealer.
Well at least you can't stand seeing his [B] claw on your [A] hand and you find he wears holes and icicles.
And your [Ab] socks would like someone with gold [A] clocks, crossing [Dm] Salisbury Plain on a bicycle.
And he and the crew are bicycle stewards that somehow or [E] other invested in.
And he's selling guitars to the particulars of a company [Dm] he's interested in.
It's a scheme of devices to get at low prices.
I'll put some thong [C] mixtures in cables.
We stick all the sandals by treating retailers as though they were [F] all vegetables.
You get a good space when you plant a small face of first egg with [A] roots in a blue tree.
[B] And his legs will take root and his fingers will shoot.
[F] They'll blossom and bud like a fruit tree.
[A] The green [D] grocery tree gives you gravy, creepy cauliflower, [C] pineapple and cranberry.
[F] All the pastries you could plant, [Bb] very brandy will grant.
And they'll pop sweet corners [A] and memories.
The shires are a penny and ever so many are taken by Rothblatt and Barrett.
And just as a [Abm] viewer I'll let it do you, you away.
[F] With [B] a shot of despairing.
[A]
You're a regular wreck [Am] with a crick in [Em] your neck and a womb to your snore.
[D] For your head's on the floor [Gbm] and your needles and pins from [Dbm] your soles to your shins.
[G] And your flesh is a creep for your left leg to sleep.
A cramp in your toes and a fly in your nose.
It's a flop in your lung and a fever's tongue and a thirst that's intense.
The general sense that you [F] haven't been sleeping in clover.
[A] The darkness has passed and it's daylight at last.
[D] The [Gb] night has been long, diddle diddle my song.
[D] And [Em] thank goodness [D] that both of [A] them over.
[N]
Key:
F
D
A
Dm
C
F
D
A
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
[Bb] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ [Cm] Love, _ _ unrequited, robs me of me rest.
_ [D] _ _ [Cm] _ _ Love, hopeless love, my ardent soul [Db] _
encumbers.
_ _ [Dm] Love, _ nightmare-like, lies heavy on me chest.
[E] _ _ [Dm] _ And weaves [Abm] itself into [Ab] my midnight slumber.
_ _ [G] _ _ [Dm] _ _ [A] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _
_ _ _ _ When you're lying awake with a dismal headache and repose is [E] tabooed by anxiety,
I can see you may use any [D] language you choose to indulge him without impropriety.
For your brain is on fire, the bedclothes conspire, of [C] usual slumbers you plunder you.
For a certain kind of pain goes and encumbers your toes, and your shit [F] slips down nearly from under you.
Then the blanketing tingles you, feel like smithickles so [Gm] terrible, sharp as the picking.
And you're hot and you're cross and you tumble [C] and toss to the stove and [F] quicks you in the ticking.
[Em] Then the bedclothes [D] off you to the ground in a heap and you pick them [C] all up in a tangle.
[F] Next your pillow [B] resigns and paletti declines to remain at [A] its usual angle.
When you get some repose in the form of a dose with hot eyeballs and head over aching,
With your slumbering teams with such horrible dreams you'd very much [D] better be waking.
[Dm] When you dream you're crossing a tunnel and tossing about in a [Gm] steamer from Harrods,
Which is something between a large [Dm] bathing machine and a very small sitting class carriage.
Then you're serving a treat, penny icing cold meat to [C] a party of friends and relations.
The ravenous hoarders they often are from the small [F] squares of Kensington stations.
[Bb] Then pound the letter and you find your attorney who started that [Dm] morning from Devon.
[D] He's a bit undersized and you don't feel surprised when he tells [F] you he's only eleven.
When you're [Am] driving that guy with the [G] singular dad by the by the [C] ship's mouth for a wheeler.
[F] And you're playing round [Bb] games and he calls you bad names [Abm] when you tell him that Ty's been a dealer.
Well at least you can't stand seeing his [B] claw on your [A] hand and you find he wears holes and icicles.
And your [Ab] socks would like someone with gold [A] clocks, crossing [Dm] Salisbury Plain on a bicycle.
And he and the crew are bicycle stewards that somehow or [E] other invested in.
And he's selling guitars to the particulars of a company [Dm] he's interested in.
It's a scheme of devices to get at low prices.
I'll put some thong [C] mixtures in cables.
We stick all the sandals by treating retailers as though they were [F] all vegetables.
You get a good space when you plant a small face of first egg with [A] roots in a blue tree.
[B] And his legs will take root and his fingers will shoot.
[F] They'll blossom and bud like a fruit tree.
[A] The green [D] grocery tree gives you gravy, creepy cauliflower, [C] pineapple and cranberry.
[F] All the pastries you could plant, [Bb] very brandy will grant.
And they'll pop sweet corners [A] and memories.
The shires are a penny and ever so many are taken by Rothblatt and Barrett.
And just as a [Abm] viewer I'll let it do you, you away.
[F] _ With [B] a shot of despairing.
_ _ [A] _
You're a regular wreck [Am] with a crick in [Em] your neck and a womb to your snore.
[D] For your head's on the floor [Gbm] and your needles and pins from [Dbm] your soles to your shins.
[G] And your flesh is a creep for your left leg to sleep.
A cramp in your toes and a fly in your nose.
It's a flop in your lung and a fever's tongue and a thirst that's intense.
The general sense that you [F] haven't been sleeping in clover. _
_ _ [A] The darkness has passed and it's daylight at last.
[D] The [Gb] night has been long, diddle diddle my song.
_ [D] And [Em] thank goodness [D] that both of [A] them over. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
[Bb] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ [Cm] Love, _ _ unrequited, robs me of me rest.
_ [D] _ _ [Cm] _ _ Love, hopeless love, my ardent soul [Db] _
encumbers.
_ _ [Dm] Love, _ nightmare-like, lies heavy on me chest.
[E] _ _ [Dm] _ And weaves [Abm] itself into [Ab] my midnight slumber.
_ _ [G] _ _ [Dm] _ _ [A] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _
_ _ _ _ When you're lying awake with a dismal headache and repose is [E] tabooed by anxiety,
I can see you may use any [D] language you choose to indulge him without impropriety.
For your brain is on fire, the bedclothes conspire, of [C] usual slumbers you plunder you.
For a certain kind of pain goes and encumbers your toes, and your shit [F] slips down nearly from under you.
Then the blanketing tingles you, feel like smithickles so [Gm] terrible, sharp as the picking.
And you're hot and you're cross and you tumble [C] and toss to the stove and [F] quicks you in the ticking.
[Em] Then the bedclothes [D] off you to the ground in a heap and you pick them [C] all up in a tangle.
[F] Next your pillow [B] resigns and paletti declines to remain at [A] its usual angle.
When you get some repose in the form of a dose with hot eyeballs and head over aching,
With your slumbering teams with such horrible dreams you'd very much [D] better be waking.
[Dm] When you dream you're crossing a tunnel and tossing about in a [Gm] steamer from Harrods,
Which is something between a large [Dm] bathing machine and a very small sitting class carriage.
Then you're serving a treat, penny icing cold meat to [C] a party of friends and relations.
The ravenous hoarders they often are from the small [F] squares of Kensington stations.
[Bb] Then pound the letter and you find your attorney who started that [Dm] morning from Devon.
[D] He's a bit undersized and you don't feel surprised when he tells [F] you he's only eleven.
When you're [Am] driving that guy with the [G] singular dad by the by the [C] ship's mouth for a wheeler.
[F] And you're playing round [Bb] games and he calls you bad names [Abm] when you tell him that Ty's been a dealer.
Well at least you can't stand seeing his [B] claw on your [A] hand and you find he wears holes and icicles.
And your [Ab] socks would like someone with gold [A] clocks, crossing [Dm] Salisbury Plain on a bicycle.
And he and the crew are bicycle stewards that somehow or [E] other invested in.
And he's selling guitars to the particulars of a company [Dm] he's interested in.
It's a scheme of devices to get at low prices.
I'll put some thong [C] mixtures in cables.
We stick all the sandals by treating retailers as though they were [F] all vegetables.
You get a good space when you plant a small face of first egg with [A] roots in a blue tree.
[B] And his legs will take root and his fingers will shoot.
[F] They'll blossom and bud like a fruit tree.
[A] The green [D] grocery tree gives you gravy, creepy cauliflower, [C] pineapple and cranberry.
[F] All the pastries you could plant, [Bb] very brandy will grant.
And they'll pop sweet corners [A] and memories.
The shires are a penny and ever so many are taken by Rothblatt and Barrett.
And just as a [Abm] viewer I'll let it do you, you away.
[F] _ With [B] a shot of despairing.
_ _ [A] _
You're a regular wreck [Am] with a crick in [Em] your neck and a womb to your snore.
[D] For your head's on the floor [Gbm] and your needles and pins from [Dbm] your soles to your shins.
[G] And your flesh is a creep for your left leg to sleep.
A cramp in your toes and a fly in your nose.
It's a flop in your lung and a fever's tongue and a thirst that's intense.
The general sense that you [F] haven't been sleeping in clover. _
_ _ [A] The darkness has passed and it's daylight at last.
[D] The [Gb] night has been long, diddle diddle my song.
_ [D] And [Em] thank goodness [D] that both of [A] them over. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _