Orphans
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
(Verse 1): I think I'm stranded but I don't know where
I got this diamond that don't know how to shine
In the sun where these dark winds wail
and these children leave their rulers behind
As we cross ten leagues from a Rubicon
with matchsticks for my bones
If we can learn how to freeze ourselves alive
We can learn to leave these burdens to burn
(Break): Cast out these creatures of woe
Who shatter themselves
Fighting a fire with your bare hands
(Verse 2, same chords as Verse 1):
Now my journey takes me further south
I wanna hear what the blind men sing
With their fossils and their gypsy bones
I'll stand beside myself so I'm not alone
And how can I make new again
What rusts every time it rains
And the rain it comes, and floods our lungs
We're just orphans in a title wave's wake
End : If I wake up and see my maker comin'
With all of his crimson and his iron desire
We'll drag the streets with the baggage of longing
To be loved or destroyed, from a void
to a grain of sand in your hand.
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Readable chord sheet for Orphans by Beck
(Verse 1): [D]I think I'm stranded but I don't know where I got this [Bb]diamond that don't[C] know how to sh[D]ine [D]In the sun where these dark winds wail and these [Bb]children leave their [C]rulers beh[D]ind As we [Bb]cross ten [C]leagues from a [D]Rubicon with [Bb]matchsticks [C]for my bo[D]nes If we can [Bb]learn how to [C]freeze our[F]selves a[G]live We can [Bb]learn to leave these [C]burdens to bu[D]rn (Break): [F]Cast out these [C]creatures of woe [G]Who shatter them[D]selves [F]Fighting a [C]fire with[G] your bare[D] hands (Verse 2, same chords as Verse 1): Now my journey takes me further south I wanna hear what the blind men sing With their fossils and their gypsy bones I'll stand beside myself so I'm not alone And how can I make new again What rusts every time it rains And the rain it comes, and floods our lungs We're just orphans in a title wave's wake End : [Bm]If I wake up and see my maker [D]comin' [Bm]With all of his crimson and his iron de[D]sire [Bb]We'll drag the streets with the baggage of l[D]onging To be [C]loved or de[G]stroyed, from a [F]void to a [C]grain of [G]sand in your [D]hand.