The Wrote And The Writ
Johnny FlynnVersion1
90
Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
2 2 3 2 0 5
3 2 3 3 2 3
4 3 4 2 2 2
4 4 5 0 2 0
2 4 5 0 0 0
2 2 3 0 0 0
with the D sometimes the last note is left out and then hammered on + off a bit.
They're taking pictures of the man from God
I hope his cassock's clean
The burden of being a holy fellow
Your halo better gleam, better gleam
What of all those wayward priests?
The ones who like to drink
Do you suppose they'd swap their blood for wine
Like you swapped yours for ink, for ink
You wrote me oh so many letters
And all of them seemed true
Promises look good on paper
Especially from you, from you
The weight of all those willing words
I carried all alone
You wouldn't put your pen to bed
When we hadn't found our own, our own
Your sentences rose high at night
And circled round my head
The circle's since been broken
Like the priest before me is breaking bread
I'm being asked to drink the blood of Christ
And soon I'll eat his flesh
I'm alone again before the altar
Shedding all my old regrets
The last of which I'll tell you now
As it flies down the sink
I never knew a part of you
You didn't set in ink, in ink
The letters that you left behind
No longer shall I read
Your blood's between the pages
And I can't stand to see you bleed
And I'll soon forget what was never there
Your words are ash and dust
All that's left is the song I've sung
The breath I've taken and the one I must
If you're born with a love for the wrote and the writ
People of letters your warning stands clear
Pay heed to your heart and not to your wit
Don't say in a letter what you can't in my ear
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Readable chord sheet for The Wrote And The Writ by Johnny Flynn
[Bm] 2 [F] 2 [G] 3 [D] 2 [A] 0 [D5] 5 3 2 3 3 2 3 4 3 4 2 2 2 4 4 5 0 2 0 2 4 5 0 0 0 2 2 3 0 0 0 with the D sometimes the last note is left out and then hammered on + off a bit. The[Bm]y're taking pictures[F] of the man from [G]God I [D]hope his cassock's clean [A] The[Bm] burden of being a hol[F]y fellow[G] Yo[D]ur halo better[A] gleam, better gleam[D] W[D5]hat of all[A] those wayward[Bm] priests? T[D]he ones who [A]like to drink D[D5]o you suppose they'd s[A]wap their blood f[Bm]or wine L[D]ike you swapped yours fo[A]r ink, for [D]ink You wrote me oh so many letters And all of them seemed true Promises look good on paper Especially from you, from you The weight of all those willing words I carried all alone You wouldn't put your pen to bed When we hadn't found our own, our own Your sentences rose high at night And circled round my head The circle's since been broken Like the priest before me is breaking bread I'm being asked to drink the blood of Christ And soon I'll eat his flesh I'm alone again before the altar Shedding all my old regrets The last of which I'll tell you now As it flies down the sink I never knew a part of you You didn't set in ink, in ink The letters that you left behind No longer shall I read Your blood's between the pages And I can't stand to see you bleed And I'll soon forget what was never there Your words are ash and dust All that's left is the song I've sung The breath I've taken and the one I must If you're born with a love for the wrote and the writ People of letters your warning stands clear Pay heed to your heart and not to your wit Don't say in a letter what you can't in my ear