Mandolin Orange - These Old Wheels, аккорды песни для гитары
Capo IV
Intro: Play G chord, but hammer on the 3 from an open E.
G
Silence is golden some may say, some may say
C G D/F#
I say silence is an aimless time to kill
Em D/F# C
Its a restless feeling pounding on my brain both night and day
G D/F# G
and these old wheels of mine spin louder as it builds
Yes the sky would surely fall if my dear eardrum did fail
to beat a single time, in time or out
Some may make it out alright and some may have never known
but these old wheels spin far too loud, far too loud
For I love to hear a chorus from the morning bird choir
and the sounds of coffee boiling on the pot
How I love to hear I love you in a dry morning tone
And just assume that if I can’t these wheels would stop
Yes happy is the day I lay my poor head down
with neither trial nor trouble to compete
with the chirp of summer crickets nor a tree frog’s croak
And these old wheels slow down enough so that I may sleep
Solo is just the chord progression again
Silence is golden some may say, some may say
I say silence is an aimless time to kill
It’s a restless feeling pounding on my brain both night and day
and these old wheels of mine spin louder as it builds
Mandolin Orange - These Old Wheels, аккорды песни для гитары
Capo IV
Intro: Play G chord, but hammer on the 3 from an open E.
G
Silence is golden some may say, some may say
C G D/F#
I say silence is an aimless time to kill
Em D/F# C
Its a restless feeling pounding on my brain both night and day
G D/F# G
and these old wheels of mine spin louder as it builds
Yes the sky would surely fall if my dear eardrum did fail
to beat a single time, in time or out
Some may make it out alright and some may have never known
but these old wheels spin far too loud, far too loud
For I love to hear a chorus from the morning bird choir
and the sounds of coffee boiling on the pot
How I love to hear I love you in a dry morning tone
And just assume that if I can’t these wheels would stop
Yes happy is the day I lay my poor head down
with neither trial nor trouble to compete
with the chirp of summer crickets nor a tree frog’s croak
And these old wheels slow down enough so that I may sleep
Solo is just the chord progression again
Silence is golden some may say, some may say
I say silence is an aimless time to kill
It’s a restless feeling pounding on my brain both night and day
and these old wheels of mine spin louder as it builds
