Cooper And The Playwright chords by Yaelokre
Guitar chords with lyrics
- Difficulty: Beginner 👶
Intro:
Dm* C* A* Am7
Verse 1:
Dm A
Lumber the hall towards where it all happens
Bb Am7
Happened a hero who’ve woken an instance
Dm A
Scents are a jasmine, of woodbine and fodder
Bb Am7*
Warrior, declarant, had taken their armour
Verse 2:
Dm A
Off to amuse not the playwright, oh brother
Bb Am7
They are not musing on neither your land
Dm A
Nor the mountains, the ocean, the sun on your hand
Bb* Am7
Collywobbles, ser Cooper, aren’t you ready to snap?
Verse 3:
Dm A
Just by observance, you can’t even see
Bb Am7
Through the smallest of spectacles, you huff and you heave
Dm A
As if walls have been breached betwixt tiresome war
Bb Am7 Am7*
One was meant to protect, not to turn to some whore, oh!
Verse 4:
Dm A
You’ve done it again, mind off eld, mouth on shoulder
Bb Am7
Breath on your knuckles, your neck is on fire
Dm A
Out of my, out of my, out of my head!
Bb* A* Am7*
Calm your horses, you haystack, you’ve all but finesse.
Verse 5:
Dm A
Bale under blankets of stars or their savour
Bb Am7
Ink-blotted patches you drowned yourself in
Dm A
Dream until dawn, till you’re done with the quill
Bb Am7 Am7*
Unscripted knight, yesternight wasn't real
Verse 6:
Dm A
Though you've awakened with no weight, a gauntlet
Bb Am7
Guard brace unfastened, your memory’s unkept
Dm A
Burst all your bubbles, you’re here in the now
Bb* A* Am7
The candles are lit, yet your author is down, and
Chorus:
Dm A
Ever so silent, though rarely serene
Bb Am7
Traces of pigment and varnish
Dm A
Rag over easel, a sight to behold
Bb* A* Am7
They’re asleep, take a peak, tell us what was untold
Bridge:
Dm A
As it turns out, it wasn’t ALL imagination
Bb Am7
A recreation of a moment by the you who did never know
Dm A
How it is to be portrayed so wonderfully by just and just so
Bb* A* Am7*
You are thoughtless, fictitious, your wordsmith, smitten
Dm A
Oh! Is this what you wanted? For your quest to be rewarded
Bb Am7
You’re no better than a harpy, but this may be your best work yet!
Dm A
Fool, you’ve withheld, do you suppose the hound is in town?
Bb Am7 Am7*
You’ve long veered from virtue, you’ve cut yourself down
Chorus:
Dm A
Ever so silent, though rarely serene
Bb Am7
Traces of pigment and varnish
Dm A
Rag over easel, a sight to behold
Bb* A* Am7*
I must leave, and believe there is none to be told Published:
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