Verse 1: Eb Cm Twice a week I pass by the church that held your funeral Bb Ab Eb and the pastor’s words come pouring down like rain. Eb Cm How he called you a sinner but said now you walk with Jesus, Bb Ab Eb so the drugs that took your life aren’t gonna cause you any pain. Bb Ab Eb I don’t think he even knew your name. Bb Ab Eb Bb Ab I refused to kneel or pray. I won’t remember you that way Eb Bb Ab but I lit you a candle in every cathedral across Europe. Bb Ab Eb I hope you know you’re still my patron saint. Eb Cm Bb Ab I tried to forgive but I can’t forget the cigar in his fist. Bb Ab Eb I know that they were heartsick but I need someone to blame Bb Ab Eb and I know how they blame me. I know what you’d say. Bb Ab Eb Bb Ab You’d tell me it was your fault. I should put all my arrows away. Eb Bb I’m sure there ain’t a heaven, Cm Bb Ab but that don’t mean I don’t like to picture you there. Bb Ab Eb I bet you’re bumming cigarettes off saints. Eb Bb I’m sure you’re still singing Cm Bb Ab but I’ll bet that you’re still just a bit out of key. Bb Ab Eb With that crooked smile pushing words across your teeth. Cm Bb You were heat lightning. Eb Bb Ab You were a storm that never rolled in. Cm Bb Eb Ab You were the northern lights in a southern town, a caustic fleeting thing. Cm Bb I’ll bury your memories in the garden; Eb Bb Ab I’ll watch them grow with the flowers in the spring. Eb I’ll keep you with me. Interlude: Eb Ab Eb Ab Eb These wolves in their suits and ties Ab saying “kid you can trust me.” Eb Charming southern drawl, sunken eyes. Ab Buying good will in hotel lobbies. Eb Ab They got fistfuls of pills to make sure you don’t hurt no more. You don’t gotta feel anything. Eb Got their fangs in our veins. Ab Got their voice in our heads. Ab Got our arms in their grips. No, we can’t shake free. Eb Ab This god damn machine; hungry and heartless. Eb My whole generation got lost in the margin. Ab We put our faith in you. You turned a profit. Eb Ab Now we’re drowning here under your waves. Eb Ab Drowning held under your waves. Drowning here. Drowning here. Eb Ab You can’t have my friends. You can’t have my brothers. Eb You can’t have my friends. You can’t have my brothers. Ab You can’t have my friends. You can’t have my brothers. Eb You can’t have me. No, you can’t have me. Este arranjo é a interpretação própria de quem contribuiu, compartilhada para estudo privado, educação e uso não comercial. A música, a letra e a composição de base continuam sendo propriedade dos respectivos detentores de direitos autorais. Para pedir a remoção, veja Declaração Legal.
Cifra de Cigarettes and Saints de The Wonder Years
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Também funciona: 4/4 agitado d – d u d u d u
Como tocar Cigarettes and Saints no ukulele
Ela roda d u d u. Ela rola num ritmo acelerado de cerca de 155 bpm. Você está tocando em Eb maior. Os acordes colocam ela bem no nível habilidoso. Quer formas mais amigáveis? Desça 3 semitons, depois um capotraste no traste 3 restaura o tom que você vê aqui. Build from quiet down-up eighths to full-force strums as the song swells.
4 acordes de ukulele em "Cigarettes and Saints" de The Wonder Years: Bb, Cm, Eb e Ab
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