K2 — аккорды для укулеле
Аккорды:
D6 ≈
D
G
Am7
C6 ≈
D6
I’m imagining rippling fingers on keys
D6
Miming it wild on a cold stone table
D
Picturing and wishing for home and jiggling my knees
D
Send an urgent cable
G
Dickhead’s done a runner and he’s wondering
G
If anyone cares is the landing light on
D
Back to the pebbles that mum’s eggs hatched in
D
Give me her perfume
D
Give me her prayers and advice
D6
Hands up if you’ve never seen the sea
D6
I’m from a land with an island status
Am7
Makes us think that everyone hates us
Am7
Maybe darling they do but they haven’t met you
G
They only know the villains at the tiller
G
And they gambled the farm on a headline
D
Jesus, getting harder to see
D
what they’re doing ‘til it’s done
D
And they’re never gonna make
D
an arrest on Fleet Street
C6 D6
Yes and I’m given to believing in love
G
I’ve written the word in my blood
D
And I perch on a shelf of the K2
D
Made of the believers that
C6 D6
Love, opens the fist just enough for a hand
D
To slip into the hand
D
To slip into the hand
D6
I’ve been asleep in the woods with a mother to be
D6
Planning on a static caravan in the Andes
D
Making a break with the steel magpie on the rise
D
Defeat in our time or do we
G
Meet on the street again due to the few?
G
Batter it out and refresh vendetta
D
Better surely to pause consider the path
D
It’s full of blood, snot and teeth
D
and the glory of no one
D6
Hands up if you’ve never seen the sea
D6
We’re from a place with an island status
Am7
Queuing round the corner for a pencil and paper
Again
Come the virus of virii
G
God send us to a digital end
G
With following strangers and swiping at friends
D
I’ll send you a postcard see you in Hull
D
In a sweater made of Atacama llama wool
C6 D6
Yes and I’m given to believing in love
G
I’ve written the word in my blood
D
And I perch on a shelf of the K2
D
Made of the believers that
C6 D6
Love, opens the fist just enough for a hand
D
To slip into the hand
D
To slip into the hand
C6 D6
Yes and I’m given to believing in love
G
I’ve written the word in my blood
I’ve seen it make a heaven of
D6
Backstreet, bedsit and bomb site living room
C6 D6
Love, opens the fist just enough for a hand
D
To slip into the hand
D
To slip into the hand