WWW.AZCHORDS.COM | Grand Archives - A Setting Sun Ukulele | Ver. 1
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A SETTING SUN - Grand Archives
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Band: Grand Archives
Tuning: Standard
Intro:
F F Am Am (x2)
Dm Dm Bb C (C)
F Am Dm Bb C
e|-1--1/3-3/4-5-|-------------------|-5-5-----5--5/6-6/5-5-|-6-------------0/1-1/3-3-(/5)|
B|-1------------|-5-6-5---5/6-6/5-5-|-6---6----------------|-6-6--------5----------------|
G|-2------------|-5-----------------|-7-----7--------------|-6---6---6--5----------------|
D|-3------------|-7-----------------|-0--------------------|-8-----8----5----------------|
A|-3------------|-0-----------------|----------------------|-8----------3----------------|
E|-1------------|-------------------|----------------------|-----------------------------|
Verse 1:
F F Am Am
Dm Dm Bb C
We won't need twenty steps today,
the gallery it swims away
in Monday shoes.
It's awful tempting, might black,
the way the words run down your back,
beneath the gentle sway of paper lantern moons.
Chorus 1:
G# Eb/G G# Eb/G G# Eb/G G# Eb/G Fm
e|--8-8----8-11--8-8-8------------|--8-8----8-11--8-8-8------------|
B|------11-------------11-9-8-9---|------11-------------11-9-8-----|
G|--------------------------------|----------------------------10--|
D|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
A|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
E|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
G# Eb/G (x3)
G# Eb/G-Fm
Could you be quick or be,
could you be quick or be tired.
The tock, the tick of it,
atop the funeral pyre.
Bbm F
We're in the thick of it,
Bbm Fm Eb C
so bite the brick of it all.
Verse 2:
F F Am Am
Dm Dm Bb C
We gnaw through limbs to extricate ourselves,
when we don't know how
to sidsetep when tiny guns
have made their way through the best of us,
beneath the gentle sway of paper latern moons.
Chorus 2:
G# Eb/G (x3)
G# Eb/G-Fm
Could you be quick or be,
could you be quick or be tired.
The tock, the tick of it,
atop the funeral pyre.
Bbm F
We're in the thick of it,
Bbm Fm Eb Ebsus4
so bite the brick of it all.
Bridge:
Cm
Your tithing teeth have never sung,
Fm
a fitting tune for a setting sun.
C7 C# Eb/Bb
I know your ghost is somewhere good.
Cm
We haven't seen and we'll never know,
Fm
where summer sleeps and the springtime goes.
C7 C# C7 ...
We only hope it's somewhere good.
Outro:
F F Am Am
Dm Dm Bb C
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CHORDS:
F 133211
Am x02210
Dm xx0231
Bb x13331
C x32010
G# 466544
Eb/G 365343
Fm 133111
Bbm x13321
Eb x65343
Cm x35543
C7 x35353
C# x46664
Eb/Bb 66888x
