Wil Wagner - How They Made Us, аккорды песни для гитары

Wil Wagner - How They Made Us, аккорды песни для гитары Tuning: Open C (CGCGCe), Capo 9 e|--0-(1)-----0-(1)-----0-(1)-----0------0----------------------| C|--0---------0---------0---------0------0----------------------| G|--0---------0---------0---------0------0----------------------| C|--0---------2---------4---------2------0----------------------| G|--------------------------------4------2----------------------| C|--------------------------------------------------------------| C D E B A Intro: C D E D C B Verse 1: E D It's a midwinter Friday and there's not a car on this highway C That wouldn't hit me just to get home. B I'm riding punch lines and dregs from the pouch that we split somewhere back on Punt Road. E D And the big neon signs they all intertwine C With the passing cars' headlights burning my eyes. B In this city of excuses, dead palm trees and useless transport, A B I use my legs to get to you on time. Chorus: A B C But silence speaks louder than words that we don't understand, E D A And I know the language is made out of B C One upmanship and slight of hand. A B C A But it's all we've got to explain how they made us, E D A Unable to explain how they made us. E D E D C B Unable to explain how they Verse 2: E D And I'm naked except for donations, rank revelations, C My own bad behavior, pissing off the neighbours. B Lying to colleagues about how interesting I am, E Just so part of me is nothing like them and D The clubs up on Swan Street pulse to the backbeat of violence and sadness C and god awful sweat heat. B They tarnish reputations and they smash up train stations, So angry they forgot what they were angry about. A B This city is a punching bag for the punished to let something out. A B E But how can you stay mad when the red sun spits straight D C through the clouds B like this? A And the cold bites my skin. B And you bit my upper lip. Chorus 2 A B C But silence speaks louder than words that we don't understand, E D A And I know the language is made out of B C One upmanship and slight of hand. A B C A But it's all we've got to explain how they made us, E D A Unable to explain how they made us. E D C Unable to explain how they
Wil Wagner - How They Made Us, аккорды песни для гитары Tuning: Open C (CGCGCe), Capo 9 e|--0-(1)-----0-(1)-----0-(1)-----0------0----------------------| C|--0---------0---------0---------0------0----------------------| G|--0---------0---------0---------0------0----------------------| C|--0---------2---------4---------2------0----------------------| G|--------------------------------4------2----------------------| C|--------------------------------------------------------------| C D E B A Intro: C D E D C B Verse 1: E D It's a midwinter Friday and there's not a car on this highway C That wouldn't hit me just to get home. B I'm riding punch lines and dregs from the pouch that we split somewhere back on Punt Road. E D And the big neon signs they all intertwine C With the passing cars' headlights burning my eyes. B In this city of excuses, dead palm trees and useless transport, A B I use my legs to get to you on time. Chorus: A B C But silence speaks louder than words that we don't understand, E D A And I know the language is made out of B C One upmanship and slight of hand. A B C A But it's all we've got to explain how they made us, E D A Unable to explain how they made us. E D E D C B Unable to explain how they Verse 2: E D And I'm naked except for donations, rank revelations, C My own bad behavior, pissing off the neighbours. B Lying to colleagues about how interesting I am, E Just so part of me is nothing like them and D The clubs up on Swan Street pulse to the backbeat of violence and sadness C and god awful sweat heat. B They tarnish reputations and they smash up train stations, So angry they forgot what they were angry about. A B This city is a punching bag for the punished to let something out. A B E But how can you stay mad when the red sun spits straight D C through the clouds B like this? A And the cold bites my skin. B And you bit my upper lip. Chorus 2 A B C But silence speaks louder than words that we don't understand, E D A And I know the language is made out of B C One upmanship and slight of hand. A B C A But it's all we've got to explain how they made us, E D A Unable to explain how they made us. E D C Unable to explain how they

Wil Wagner - How They Made Us, аккорды песни для гитары

Tuning: Open 
C
(CGCGCe), Capo 9 e|--0-(1)-----0-(1)-----0-(1)-----0------0----------------------| C|--0---------0---------0---------0------0----------------------| G|--0---------0---------0---------0------0----------------------| C|--0---------2---------4---------2------0----------------------| G|--------------------------------4------2----------------------| C|--------------------------------------------------------------|
C
D
E
B
A
Intro:
C
D
E
D
C
B
Verse 1:
E
D
It's a midwinter Friday and there's not a car on this highway
C
That wouldn't hit me just to get home.
B
I'm riding punch lines and dregs from the pouch that we split somewhere back on Punt Road.
E
D
And the big neon signs they all intertwine
C
With the passing cars' headlights burning my eyes.
B
In this city of excuses, dead palm trees and useless transport,
A
B
I use my legs to get to you on time. Chorus:
A
B
C
But silence speaks louder than words that we don't understand,
E
D
A
And I know the language is made out of
B
C
One upmanship and slight of hand.
A
B
C
A
But it's all we've got to explain how they made us,
E
D
A
Unable to explain how they made us.
E
D
E
D
C
B
Unable to explain how they Verse 2:
E
D
And I'm naked except for donations, rank revelations,
C
My own bad behavior, pissing off the neighbours.
B
Lying to colleagues about how interesting I am,
E
Just so part of me is nothing like them and
D
The clubs up on Swan Street pulse to the backbeat of violence and sadness
C
and god awful sweat heat.
B
They tarnish reputations and they smash up train stations, So angry they forgot what they were angry about.
A
B
This city is a punching bag for the punished to let something out.
A
B
E
But how can you stay mad when the red sun spits straight
D
C
through the clouds
B
like this?
A
And the cold bites my skin.
B
And you bit my upper lip. Chorus 2
A
B
C
But silence speaks louder than words that we don't understand,
E
D
A
And I know the language is made out of
B
C
One upmanship and slight of hand.
A
B
C
A
But it's all we've got to explain how they made us,
E
D
A
Unable to explain how they made us.
E
D
C
Unable to explain how they
Tuning: Open 
C
(CGCGCe), Capo 9 e|--0-(1)-----0-(1)-----0-(1)-----0------0----------------------| C|--0---------0---------0---------0------0----------------------| G|--0---------0---------0---------0------0----------------------| C|--0---------2---------4---------2------0----------------------| G|--------------------------------4------2----------------------| C|--------------------------------------------------------------|
C
D
E
B
A
Intro:
C
D
E
D
C
B
Verse 1:
E
D
It's a midwinter Friday and there's not a car on this highway
C
That wouldn't hit me just to get home.
B
I'm riding punch lines and dregs from the pouch that we split somewhere back on Punt Road.
E
D
And the big neon signs they all intertwine
C
With the passing cars' headlights burning my eyes.
B
In this city of excuses, dead palm trees and useless transport,
A
B
I use my legs to get to you on time. Chorus:
A
B
C
But silence speaks louder than words that we don't understand,
E
D
A
And I know the language is made out of
B
C
One upmanship and slight of hand.
A
B
C
A
But it's all we've got to explain how they made us,
E
D
A
Unable to explain how they made us.
E
D
E
D
C
B
Unable to explain how they Verse 2:
E
D
And I'm naked except for donations, rank revelations,
C
My own bad behavior, pissing off the neighbours.
B
Lying to colleagues about how interesting I am,
E
Just so part of me is nothing like them and
D
The clubs up on Swan Street pulse to the backbeat of violence and sadness
C
and god awful sweat heat.
B
They tarnish reputations and they smash up train stations, So angry they forgot what they were angry about.
A
B
This city is a punching bag for the punished to let something out.
A
B
E
But how can you stay mad when the red sun spits straight
D
C
through the clouds
B
like this?
A
And the cold bites my skin.
B
And you bit my upper lip. Chorus 2
A
B
C
But silence speaks louder than words that we don't understand,
E
D
A
And I know the language is made out of
B
C
One upmanship and slight of hand.
A
B
C
A
But it's all we've got to explain how they made us,
E
D
A
Unable to explain how they made us.
E
D
C
Unable to explain how they
Tuning: Open 
C
(CGCGCe), Capo 9 e|--0-(1)-----0-(1)-----0-(1)-----0------0----------------------| C|--0---------0---------0---------0------0----------------------| G|--0---------0---------0---------0------0----------------------| C|--0---------2---------4---------2------0----------------------| G|--------------------------------4------2----------------------| C|--------------------------------------------------------------|
C
D
E
B
A
Intro:
C
D
E
D
C
B
Verse 1:
E
D
It's a midwinter Friday and there's not a car on this highway
C
That wouldn't hit me just to get home.
B
I'm riding punch lines and dregs from the pouch that we split somewhere back on Punt Road.
E
D
And the big neon signs they all intertwine
C
With the passing cars' headlights burning my eyes.
B
In this city of excuses, dead palm trees and useless transport,
A
B
I use my legs to get to you on time. Chorus:
A
B
C
But silence speaks louder than words that we don't understand,
E
D
A
And I know the language is made out of
B
C
One upmanship and slight of hand.
A
B
C
A
But it's all we've got to explain how they made us,
E
D
A
Unable to explain how they made us.
E
D
E
D
C
B
Unable to explain how they Verse 2:
E
D
And I'm naked except for donations, rank revelations,
C
My own bad behavior, pissing off the neighbours.
B
Lying to colleagues about how interesting I am,
E
Just so part of me is nothing like them and
D
The clubs up on Swan Street pulse to the backbeat of violence and sadness
C
and god awful sweat heat.
B
They tarnish reputations and they smash up train stations, So angry they forgot what they were angry about.
A
B
This city is a punching bag for the punished to let something out.
A
B
E
But how can you stay mad when the red sun spits straight
D
C
through the clouds
B
like this?
A
And the cold bites my skin.
B
And you bit my upper lip. Chorus 2
A
B
C
But silence speaks louder than words that we don't understand,
E
D
A
And I know the language is made out of
B
C
One upmanship and slight of hand.
A
B
C
A
But it's all we've got to explain how they made us,
E
D
A
Unable to explain how they made us.
E
D
C
Unable to explain how they

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