Hero Get Up Live chords by Yaelokre
Guitar chords with lyrics
- Capo on 4th
- Difficulty: Beginner 👶
Performance: Quest Intro: Am E Verse 1: Am E Lumber the halls towards where it all happens Dm G Happened the hero who've woken an instance F G Sense are of jasmine, of woodbine and fodder F G* E* Warrior declarant have taken their armor
Verse 2:
Am E
Of to amuse not the playwright, oh brother
Dm G
They are not musing on neither your land
F G
Nor the mountains, the ocean, the sun on your hand
F E
Collywobble, Sir Cooper! Aren't you ready to snap
Verse 3:
Am E
Just by observance you can't even see
Dm G
Through the smallest of spectacles You huff and you heave
F G
As if walls have been breached bitwix tiresome war
F G E
As if walls have been breached bitwix tiresome
F G
One was meant to protect, not to turn to some whore
Chorus:
Am E
Ahh! You've done it again, mind of Eld, mouth on shoulder
Dm G
Breath on your knuckles, your neck is on fire
F G
Out of my, out of my,out of my head!
F* G* E
Calm your horses, you haystack, you've all but finessed
Verse 4:
Am E
Bale under blankets of stars or their savior
Dm G
Ink blooded patches you've drowned yourself in
F G
Dream until dawn till you're done with the quill
F G E
Unscripted night, yesternight wasn't real
Verse 5:
Am E
Though you've awakened with no weight a gauntlet
Dm G
Gard brace unfastened your memories unkept
F G
Burst all your bubbles, you're here in the now
F* G* G* E*
The candles are lit yet your author is down
Verse 6:
Am E
Ever so silent yet rarely serene
Dm G
Traces of pigment and varnish
F G
Rag over easel, a sight to be told
F* G* E
They're asleep, take a peep, tell us what is untold
[Spoken]
Am E
As it turns out it wasn't all imagination
Dm G
A recreation of a moment by the you who'd never know
F G
How it is to be portrayed so wonderfully by just and Just So
F* G* E*
You are faultless, fictitious, your word Smith is smitten
Am
Oh! Is this what You Wanted?
E
Your quest to be rewarded
Dm
You are no better than a harpy
G
But this may be your best work Yet
F
Fool! You've withheld
G
Suppose the hound is in town
F
You've long veered from virtue!
E
You've cut yourself down!
[Final Verse]
Am E
Ever so silent though rarely serene
Dm G
Traces of pigment and varnish
F* G*
Rag over easel, a sight to be told
F* G*
I must leave, and belive, there is none to be told Published:
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