• Song:

    Pink Bullets

  • Artist:

    Shins

  • Album:

    2004-04-16: Austin, TX,...

Capo III - Chords relative to capo

E5      D5       A5       x4

E5           D5     A5      E5                  D5     A5
I was just bony hands as cold as a winter pole
E5          D5          A5       E5                 D5      A5
you held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold
E5        D5       A5     E5                           D5      A5
oh what a contrast you were to the brutes in the halls
E5              D5       A5      E5           D5    A5
my timid young fingers held a decent animal

G5          D5
Over the ramparts you tossed
G5                 D5
the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
G5          D5                F5
tied to a brick sweet as a song
                     C5                         D5
the years have been short but the days were long

E5         D5          A5          E5                 D5     A5
Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass
E5            D5         A5           E5                  D5     A5
we fell in a field it seems now a thousand summers passed
E5                      D5     A5    E5                  D5     A5
when our kite lines first crossed we tied them into knots
E5              D5   A5        E5                D5    A5
and to finally fly apart we had to cut them off

G5                       D5
Since then it's been a book
               G5
you read in reverse
                   D5
so you understand less as the pages turn
G5               D5                 F5
or a movie so crass and awkwardly cast
          C5                 D5
that even I could be the star

C5     D5           F5         G5
I dont look back much as a rule
C5       D5               F5         G5
and all this way before murder is cool
C5        D5                      G5           C5
but your memory is here and i'd like you to stay
           D5
a warm light on a winter's day

E5       D5     A5      x6

G5          D5
Over the ramparts you tossed
G5                   D5
the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
G5         D5               F5
tied to brick sweet as a song
                      C5                           F5
the years have been short but the days go slowly by 
          C5
to loose kites falling from the sky
F5               C5                    D5
drawn to the ground and an end to flight



Without capo

G5      F5       C5       x4

G5           F5     C5      G5                  F5     C5
I was just bony hands as cold as a winter pole
G5          F5          C5       G5                 F5      C5
you held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold
G5        F5       C5     G5                           F5      C5
oh what a contrast you were to the brutes in the halls
G5              F5       C5      G5           F5    C5
my timid young fingers held a decent animal

Bb5         F5
Over the ramparts you tossed
Bb5                F5
the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
Bb5         F5                Ab5
tied to a brick sweet as a song
                     Eb5                        F5
the years have been short but the days were long

G5         F5          C5          G5                 F5     C5
Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass
G5            F5         C5           G5                  F5     C5
we fell in a field it seems now a thousand summers passed
G5                      F5     C5    G5                  F5     C5
when our kite lines first crossed we tied them into knots
G5              F5   C5        G5                F5    C5
and to finally fly apart we had to cut them off

Bb5                      F5
Since then it's been a book
               Bb5
you read in reverse
                   F5
so you understand less as the pages turn
Bb5              F5                 Ab5
or a movie so crass and awkwardly cast
          Eb5                F5
that even I could be the star

Eb5    F5           Ab5        Bb5
I dont look back much as a rule
Eb5      F5               Ab5        Bb5
and all this way before murder is cool
C#5       F5                      Bb5          Eb5
but your memory is here and i'd like you to stay
           F5
a warm light on a winter's day

G5       F5     C5      x6

Bb5         F5
Over the ramparts you tossed
Bb5                  F5
the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
Bb5         F5               Ab5
tied to brick sweet as a song
                      Eb5                          Ab5
the years have been short but the days go slowly by 
          Eb5
to loose kites falling from the sky
Ab5              Eb5                   Bb5
drawn to the ground and an end to flight
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