Chords for Ursula Rucker - This (WIth Jazzanova)
Tempo:
98.05 bpm
Chords used:
B
D
F#
Em
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F#] [Bm] [F#]
[Cm] [F#] [Bm] [A]
[Cm] [F#] [Bm] [F#]
[Cm] [F#] [Bm] [A]
If my [F#m] heart were made of bone,
[F#] it would [D] shatter.
[Cm]
If my heart [A] were made of bone, [D]
it would shatter.
[D] [E] [Cm]
[F#] Were it made of [D] stone, it would crumble, crumble, [Am]
[E] crumble.
[D]
[B] Were it made of stone, it would crumble.
Even a still heart would buckle under the weight of [C] this, [D] this hurting, this intangible,
[B]
this, this hurting, [E] this pain with no visible [D] wound to speak of, this, [B]
this hurting, [E] this
clenching, [D] undiagnosable tightness in my chest that leaves me breathless, this, [Em]
[B] this
[C] bloody pumping, pulsing, gross and beautiful, amazing, aorta thing with valves and ventricles
and chambers [B] beating, beating with life.
But I ain't living.
This ain't living.
No, this ain't living.
This ain't living.
This ain't.
[B] And ain't no doctor can remedy this ill.
There ain't no pill and God seems to have left me hanging.
And my attempts at prayer seem to fail cause ain't no heart in them.
And [Am] the company of misery, well, that ain't no company at all when, and [E]
the company of
misery, well, that ain't no company at all when, when [Em] this type of hurt [E] comes down on
you, comes [Em] down on you like an unrelenting rain with such a cold wet driving it blinds
you, immobilizes you, couldn't duck it even if you tried it's all around you, all over
you, coming down on you like, [B] coming down on you like, coming down on you like, [B] [Em]
and
[G] when you think [Em] you don't outrun it, [F#] this, [Am] this [F#] hurt catch you, [Em] stop you, dead hold [A] you,
right [F#] in the middle of a laugh, a [B] smile,
[A] right [Em] in the middle of a laugh, a smile.
[E] It's ugly this, makes you sink [Em] like, remember the wicked witch melted but really she sank
down into that trap door [G] and floor on the Wizard of Oz, [Bm] lower than that, [G] worse than
just melting, [B] lower than the trap door and the floor [Bm] cause that shit [C] was fake.
[B] This shit is real, [A]
[Em] this shit [B] is real, [D] realer than an original gangster, realer than the
black, black entrance to [Cm] the cotton [Em] club, realer than birthing [F#m] big head baby boys [D] out
of that dare with no drugs, [G]
realer than fucking, [D] realer than fucking, [Am]
[B] realer than fucking.
Cause you can shake an OG's [D] hand and you can turn the knob on that back black door [F#] and
you can hear that coochie pop [D] and hold that little wonder and put him to your [Em] dick and
make him suckle and you can taste the soft sweat, big nails and skin when it gets good.
Rebel yell with no thought to open window in summer when it's more better, and that's
real, oh that's real, and that's real, oh that's real, oh that's real, oh that's real.
But to me, ain't nothing realer than a pain and a weight, so heavy and strong, you feel
it like a bullet, like an acne anvil, but you can't even hold it, you can't even see
it, you can't even hear it, but it gots a phantom grip on your heart, but it gots a
phantom grip on your heart, now that's real, don't tell me that's not real, cause you don't
even know me and you don't know my pain, and I thought that I told you, your misery ain't
no company to me, and I thought that I told you, your misery ain't no company to me, this
is mine, this, this hurting, this, this hurting, [B] this, this hurting, this, and all I know is
this, if my heart were made of bone, it would shatter, if my heart were made of bone, it would shatter,
if my heart were made of bone, it would shatter.
[A]
[Cm] [F#] [Bm] [A]
[Cm] [F#] [Bm] [F#]
[Cm] [F#] [Bm] [A]
If my [F#m] heart were made of bone,
[F#] it would [D] shatter.
[Cm]
If my heart [A] were made of bone, [D]
it would shatter.
[D] [E] [Cm]
[F#] Were it made of [D] stone, it would crumble, crumble, [Am]
[E] crumble.
[D]
[B] Were it made of stone, it would crumble.
Even a still heart would buckle under the weight of [C] this, [D] this hurting, this intangible,
[B]
this, this hurting, [E] this pain with no visible [D] wound to speak of, this, [B]
this hurting, [E] this
clenching, [D] undiagnosable tightness in my chest that leaves me breathless, this, [Em]
[B] this
[C] bloody pumping, pulsing, gross and beautiful, amazing, aorta thing with valves and ventricles
and chambers [B] beating, beating with life.
But I ain't living.
This ain't living.
No, this ain't living.
This ain't living.
This ain't.
[B] And ain't no doctor can remedy this ill.
There ain't no pill and God seems to have left me hanging.
And my attempts at prayer seem to fail cause ain't no heart in them.
And [Am] the company of misery, well, that ain't no company at all when, and [E]
the company of
misery, well, that ain't no company at all when, when [Em] this type of hurt [E] comes down on
you, comes [Em] down on you like an unrelenting rain with such a cold wet driving it blinds
you, immobilizes you, couldn't duck it even if you tried it's all around you, all over
you, coming down on you like, [B] coming down on you like, coming down on you like, [B] [Em]
and
[G] when you think [Em] you don't outrun it, [F#] this, [Am] this [F#] hurt catch you, [Em] stop you, dead hold [A] you,
right [F#] in the middle of a laugh, a [B] smile,
[A] right [Em] in the middle of a laugh, a smile.
[E] It's ugly this, makes you sink [Em] like, remember the wicked witch melted but really she sank
down into that trap door [G] and floor on the Wizard of Oz, [Bm] lower than that, [G] worse than
just melting, [B] lower than the trap door and the floor [Bm] cause that shit [C] was fake.
[B] This shit is real, [A]
[Em] this shit [B] is real, [D] realer than an original gangster, realer than the
black, black entrance to [Cm] the cotton [Em] club, realer than birthing [F#m] big head baby boys [D] out
of that dare with no drugs, [G]
realer than fucking, [D] realer than fucking, [Am]
[B] realer than fucking.
Cause you can shake an OG's [D] hand and you can turn the knob on that back black door [F#] and
you can hear that coochie pop [D] and hold that little wonder and put him to your [Em] dick and
make him suckle and you can taste the soft sweat, big nails and skin when it gets good.
Rebel yell with no thought to open window in summer when it's more better, and that's
real, oh that's real, and that's real, oh that's real, oh that's real, oh that's real.
But to me, ain't nothing realer than a pain and a weight, so heavy and strong, you feel
it like a bullet, like an acne anvil, but you can't even hold it, you can't even see
it, you can't even hear it, but it gots a phantom grip on your heart, but it gots a
phantom grip on your heart, now that's real, don't tell me that's not real, cause you don't
even know me and you don't know my pain, and I thought that I told you, your misery ain't
no company to me, and I thought that I told you, your misery ain't no company to me, this
is mine, this, this hurting, this, this hurting, [B] this, this hurting, this, and all I know is
this, if my heart were made of bone, it would shatter, if my heart were made of bone, it would shatter,
if my heart were made of bone, it would shatter.
[A]
Key:
B
D
F#
Em
A
B
D
F#
_ _ [F#] _ [Bm] _ _ _ [F#] _ _
[Cm] _ [F#] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [A] _
[Cm] _ _ [F#] _ [Bm] _ _ _ [F#] _ _
[Cm] _ [F#] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ [A] _
If my [F#m] heart were made of bone, _ _ _
[F#] it would [D] shatter.
_ _ _ _ [Cm] _
If my heart [A] were made of bone, [D] _ _ _
it would shatter.
[D] _ _ [E] _ _ [Cm]
[F#] Were it made of [D] stone, _ _ it would crumble, _ _ crumble, _ [Am] _
[E] crumble.
[D] _ _ _ _ _
[B] Were it made of stone, it would crumble. _ _
Even a still heart would buckle under the weight of [C] this, [D] this hurting, _ this intangible,
_ [B]
this, _ _ this hurting, [E] _ this pain with no visible [D] wound to speak of, _ this, [B] _
_ _ this hurting, [E] this
clenching, _ [D] undiagnosable tightness in my chest that leaves me breathless, _ this, _ _ _ [Em] _
[B] this
_ _ [C] _ _ _ bloody pumping, pulsing, gross and beautiful, amazing, aorta thing with valves and ventricles
and chambers _ [B] beating, _ _ beating with life. _
But I ain't living.
_ _ This ain't living.
_ _ No, this ain't living.
_ _ _ _ _ This ain't living.
_ _ _ This ain't. _
_ _ [B] _ _ And ain't no doctor can remedy this ill.
There ain't no pill and God seems to have left me hanging.
_ And my attempts at prayer seem to fail cause _ ain't no heart in them. _ _
_ _ And [Am] the company of misery, well, that ain't no company at all when, _ and [E] _ _
_ _ the company of
misery, well, that ain't no company at all when, _ _ _ when [Em] _ _ this type of hurt [E] comes down on
you, comes [Em] down on you like an unrelenting rain with such a cold wet driving it _ _ blinds
you, _ _ immobilizes you, couldn't duck it even if you tried it's all around you, all over
you, coming down on you like, _ _ [B] coming down on you like, _ _ _ coming down on you _ like, [B] _ _ _ [Em] _
and
[G] when you think [Em] you don't outrun it, [F#] this, [Am] this [F#] hurt catch you, [Em] stop you, dead hold [A] you,
right [F#] in the middle of a laugh, a [B] smile, _ _
[A] right [Em] in the middle of a laugh, a smile. _ _ _
_ [E] It's ugly this, _ makes you sink [Em] like, remember the wicked witch melted but really she sank
down into that trap door [G] and floor on the Wizard of Oz, [Bm] lower than that, [G] worse than
just melting, [B] lower than the trap door and the floor [Bm] cause that shit [C] was fake.
_ [B] This shit is real, _ _ _ [A] _
[Em] this shit [B] is real, _ _ _ _ [D] realer than an original gangster, realer than the
black, black entrance to [Cm] the cotton [Em] club, realer than birthing [F#m] big head baby boys [D] out
of that dare with no drugs, [G]
realer than fucking, [D] _ realer than fucking, _ [Am]
[B] realer than fucking.
_ _ _ _ Cause you can shake an OG's [D] hand and you can turn the knob on that back black door [F#] and
you can hear that coochie pop [D] and hold that little wonder and put him to your [Em] dick and
make him suckle _ and you can taste the soft sweat, big nails and skin when it gets good.
_ _ Rebel yell with no thought to open window in summer when it's more better, and that's
real, _ oh that's real, _ and that's real, _ oh that's real, _ oh that's real, _ oh that's real.
_ But to me, ain't nothing realer than a pain and a weight, so heavy and strong, you feel
it like a bullet, like an acne anvil, but you can't even hold it, you can't even see
it, you can't even hear it, but it gots a phantom grip on your heart, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ but it gots a
phantom grip on your heart, _ now that's real, _ don't tell me that's not real, _ cause you don't
even know me and you don't know my pain, and I thought that I told you, your misery ain't
no company to me, and I thought that I told you, your misery ain't no company to me, this
is mine, _ _ this, _ this hurting, _ _ this, _ this hurting, _ _ [B] this, _ this hurting, _ _ this, _ _ and _ all I know is
this, _ _ if _ _ _ my heart were made of bone, _ _ it would shatter, _ _ if my heart were made of bone, it would _ shatter,
_ if my heart were made of bone, it would _ shatter. _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Cm] _ [F#] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [A] _
[Cm] _ _ [F#] _ [Bm] _ _ _ [F#] _ _
[Cm] _ [F#] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ [A] _
If my [F#m] heart were made of bone, _ _ _
[F#] it would [D] shatter.
_ _ _ _ [Cm] _
If my heart [A] were made of bone, [D] _ _ _
it would shatter.
[D] _ _ [E] _ _ [Cm]
[F#] Were it made of [D] stone, _ _ it would crumble, _ _ crumble, _ [Am] _
[E] crumble.
[D] _ _ _ _ _
[B] Were it made of stone, it would crumble. _ _
Even a still heart would buckle under the weight of [C] this, [D] this hurting, _ this intangible,
_ [B]
this, _ _ this hurting, [E] _ this pain with no visible [D] wound to speak of, _ this, [B] _
_ _ this hurting, [E] this
clenching, _ [D] undiagnosable tightness in my chest that leaves me breathless, _ this, _ _ _ [Em] _
[B] this
_ _ [C] _ _ _ bloody pumping, pulsing, gross and beautiful, amazing, aorta thing with valves and ventricles
and chambers _ [B] beating, _ _ beating with life. _
But I ain't living.
_ _ This ain't living.
_ _ No, this ain't living.
_ _ _ _ _ This ain't living.
_ _ _ This ain't. _
_ _ [B] _ _ And ain't no doctor can remedy this ill.
There ain't no pill and God seems to have left me hanging.
_ And my attempts at prayer seem to fail cause _ ain't no heart in them. _ _
_ _ And [Am] the company of misery, well, that ain't no company at all when, _ and [E] _ _
_ _ the company of
misery, well, that ain't no company at all when, _ _ _ when [Em] _ _ this type of hurt [E] comes down on
you, comes [Em] down on you like an unrelenting rain with such a cold wet driving it _ _ blinds
you, _ _ immobilizes you, couldn't duck it even if you tried it's all around you, all over
you, coming down on you like, _ _ [B] coming down on you like, _ _ _ coming down on you _ like, [B] _ _ _ [Em] _
and
[G] when you think [Em] you don't outrun it, [F#] this, [Am] this [F#] hurt catch you, [Em] stop you, dead hold [A] you,
right [F#] in the middle of a laugh, a [B] smile, _ _
[A] right [Em] in the middle of a laugh, a smile. _ _ _
_ [E] It's ugly this, _ makes you sink [Em] like, remember the wicked witch melted but really she sank
down into that trap door [G] and floor on the Wizard of Oz, [Bm] lower than that, [G] worse than
just melting, [B] lower than the trap door and the floor [Bm] cause that shit [C] was fake.
_ [B] This shit is real, _ _ _ [A] _
[Em] this shit [B] is real, _ _ _ _ [D] realer than an original gangster, realer than the
black, black entrance to [Cm] the cotton [Em] club, realer than birthing [F#m] big head baby boys [D] out
of that dare with no drugs, [G]
realer than fucking, [D] _ realer than fucking, _ [Am]
[B] realer than fucking.
_ _ _ _ Cause you can shake an OG's [D] hand and you can turn the knob on that back black door [F#] and
you can hear that coochie pop [D] and hold that little wonder and put him to your [Em] dick and
make him suckle _ and you can taste the soft sweat, big nails and skin when it gets good.
_ _ Rebel yell with no thought to open window in summer when it's more better, and that's
real, _ oh that's real, _ and that's real, _ oh that's real, _ oh that's real, _ oh that's real.
_ But to me, ain't nothing realer than a pain and a weight, so heavy and strong, you feel
it like a bullet, like an acne anvil, but you can't even hold it, you can't even see
it, you can't even hear it, but it gots a phantom grip on your heart, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ but it gots a
phantom grip on your heart, _ now that's real, _ don't tell me that's not real, _ cause you don't
even know me and you don't know my pain, and I thought that I told you, your misery ain't
no company to me, and I thought that I told you, your misery ain't no company to me, this
is mine, _ _ this, _ this hurting, _ _ this, _ this hurting, _ _ [B] this, _ this hurting, _ _ this, _ _ and _ all I know is
this, _ _ if _ _ _ my heart were made of bone, _ _ it would shatter, _ _ if my heart were made of bone, it would _ shatter,
_ if my heart were made of bone, it would _ shatter. _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _