Chords for Turbulent Indigo
Tempo:
136.5 bpm
Chords used:
B
E
F#
Em
G#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Em] [B]
[Em] [B]
You [A] wanna make
[E] mangoes, raise [B] them up like sheep.
[A] Make them out of [F#] eskimos [E] and [B] lemon, if you please.
Make them [E] nice and normal, make them nice and neat.
[F#] You see them with a shotgun there, bloodied in the wheat.
Oh, what do you know [Em] about living in a turbulent [B] year?
[Em] Brash fields, good crows [E] in a scary [B] sky.
[E] In [Em] a golden frame, [E] rope-knot, [B] tourists guided by tourists.
[E] Talking about the madhouse, talking about the earth.
[F#] Madman hangs in fancy homes, they wouldn't let [F#m] him near.
He [B] dips in their fireplace, he [Em] drags them through turbulent [B] years.
[F#]
[G#m] [B]
[C#m] [B]
[F#]
[G#m] [B]
[C#m] [G#m]
[F#]
[B] [F#]
[E] I'm a burning heart, he said, [B] people see the smoke.
[E] But no one comes to warm themselves, [B] sloughing off the cold.
[E] All my little landscapes, all my yellow afternoons,
[F#] stack up around this vacancy like dirty cups [F#m] and spoons.
No [F#] mercy, sweet [B] Jesus, [Em] no mercy from Herbula [B] in the tomb.
[Em] [B]
You [A] wanna make
[E] mangoes, raise [B] them up like sheep.
[A] Make them out of [F#] eskimos [E] and [B] lemon, if you please.
Make them [E] nice and normal, make them nice and neat.
[F#] You see them with a shotgun there, bloodied in the wheat.
Oh, what do you know [Em] about living in a turbulent [B] year?
[Em] Brash fields, good crows [E] in a scary [B] sky.
[E] In [Em] a golden frame, [E] rope-knot, [B] tourists guided by tourists.
[E] Talking about the madhouse, talking about the earth.
[F#] Madman hangs in fancy homes, they wouldn't let [F#m] him near.
He [B] dips in their fireplace, he [Em] drags them through turbulent [B] years.
[F#]
[G#m] [B]
[C#m] [B]
[F#]
[G#m] [B]
[C#m] [G#m]
[F#]
[B] [F#]
[E] I'm a burning heart, he said, [B] people see the smoke.
[E] But no one comes to warm themselves, [B] sloughing off the cold.
[E] All my little landscapes, all my yellow afternoons,
[F#] stack up around this vacancy like dirty cups [F#m] and spoons.
No [F#] mercy, sweet [B] Jesus, [Em] no mercy from Herbula [B] in the tomb.
Key:
B
E
F#
Em
G#m
B
E
F#
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You [A] wanna make _
[E] mangoes, _ _ raise [B] them up like _ sheep. _
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_ [A] Make them out of [F#] eskimos _ [E] _ _ and [B] lemon, if you _ please.
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Make them [E] nice and normal, make them nice and neat.
[F#] You see them with a shotgun _ there, bloodied in the wheat.
Oh, what do you know [Em] about living in a turbulent [B] year? _ _ _ _
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_ [Em] _ Brash fields, good crows _ [E] in a scary [B] sky. _ _ _ _
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_ [E] In [Em] a _ golden frame, [E] _ _ rope-knot, [B] _ _ tourists guided by _ _ _ _ tourists.
_ [E] Talking about the madhouse, talking about the earth.
[F#] _ Madman hangs in fancy homes, they wouldn't let [F#m] him near.
He [B] dips in their fireplace, he [Em] drags them through _ turbulent [B] years. _ _ _ _
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[E] _ _ I'm a burning heart, he said, _ _ [B] people see the smoke. _ _ _
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_ _ [E] _ But no one comes to warm themselves, _ _ [B] sloughing off the cold. _ _ _
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_ [E] All my little landscapes, all my yellow afternoons, _
[F#] _ stack up around this vacancy like dirty cups [F#m] and spoons.
No [F#] mercy, sweet [B] Jesus, [Em] no mercy from Herbula [B] in the tomb. _ _
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You [A] wanna make _
[E] mangoes, _ _ raise [B] them up like _ sheep. _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] Make them out of [F#] eskimos _ [E] _ _ and [B] lemon, if you _ please.
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Make them [E] nice and normal, make them nice and neat.
[F#] You see them with a shotgun _ there, bloodied in the wheat.
Oh, what do you know [Em] about living in a turbulent [B] year? _ _ _ _
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_ [Em] _ Brash fields, good crows _ [E] in a scary [B] sky. _ _ _ _
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_ [E] In [Em] a _ golden frame, [E] _ _ rope-knot, [B] _ _ tourists guided by _ _ _ _ tourists.
_ [E] Talking about the madhouse, talking about the earth.
[F#] _ Madman hangs in fancy homes, they wouldn't let [F#m] him near.
He [B] dips in their fireplace, he [Em] drags them through _ turbulent [B] years. _ _ _ _
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[E] _ _ I'm a burning heart, he said, _ _ [B] people see the smoke. _ _ _
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_ _ [E] _ But no one comes to warm themselves, _ _ [B] sloughing off the cold. _ _ _
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_ [E] All my little landscapes, all my yellow afternoons, _
[F#] _ stack up around this vacancy like dirty cups [F#m] and spoons.
No [F#] mercy, sweet [B] Jesus, [Em] no mercy from Herbula [B] in the tomb. _ _
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