Accordi e testo completo di "The Mercy Seat" di Nick Cave per chitarra. Tonalità: SOL. Accordi principali: MIm, SIm, RE, REm, FA, DO. Spartito con accordi sopra il testo, trasponibile su Strimpello.

Tonalità

SOL

Accordi

MIm, SIm, RE, REm, FA, DO

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Quali sono gli accordi di The Mercy Seat di Nick Cave?
Gli accordi usati in "The Mercy Seat" di Nick Cave sono: MIm, SIm, RE, REm, FA, DO. Tonalità: SOL.
In che tonalità è The Mercy Seat?
"The Mercy Seat" di Nick Cave è in tonalità SOL.
Dove trovo il testo e gli accordi di The Mercy Seat?
Testo e accordi completi di "The Mercy Seat" sono su Strimpello: https://strimpello.com/song/the-mercy-seat.
Chi canta The Mercy Seat?
"The Mercy Seat" è interpretata da Nick Cave.

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The Mercy Seat
Nick Cave
Key: SOL
MIm          
 It began when they come took me from my home

And put me in Dead Row,

Of which I am nearly wholly innocent, you know

And I'll say it again

I.. am.. not.. afraid.. to.. die

MIm         SIm
 I began to warm and chill

MIm         SIm
 To objects and their fields,

MIm              SIm
 A ragged cup, a twisted mop

MIm                SIm
 The face of Jesus in my soup

MIm             SIm
 Those sinister dinner deals

MIm                 SIm
 The meal trolley's wicked wheels

MIm            SIm            MIm
 A hooked bone rising from my food

           SIm            MIm
All things either good or ungood

And the mercy seat is waiting

And I think my head is burning

SIm
 And in a way I'm yearning

      RE                              REm
To be done with all this measuring of proof

An eye for an eye

              FA
A tooth for a tooth

                      DO
And anyway I told the truth

                      MIm
And I'm not afraid to die

          SIm           MIm   
Interpret signs and catalogue

            SIm              MIm
A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog

              SIm                MIm
The walls are bad  Black  Bottom kind

              SIm           
They are sick breath at my hind

MIm                   SIm
 They are sick breath at my hind

         MIm                         SIm
They are sick breath gathering at my hind

         MIm         SIm       MIm    SIm
They are sick breath gathering  at my hind

MIm
 I hear stories from the chamber

                            SIm
How Christ was born into a manger

And like some ragged stranger

RE
Died upon the cross

            REm                             FA          
And might I say, it seems so fitting in its way

                      DO
He was a carpenter by trade

                            MIm
Or at least that's what I'm told

     SIm
Like my good hand

         MIm                 SIm
tattooed E.V.I.L. across it's brother's fist

MIm          SIm
That filthy five! 

                 MIm          SIm
They did nothing to challenge or resist

MIm            
 In Heaven His throne is made of gold

                            SIm
The ark of his Testament is stowed

A throne from which I'm told

    RE
All history does unfold

               REm
Down here it's made of wood and wire

                  FA
And my body is on fire

DO                     MIm               
 And God is never far away

Into the mercy seat I climb

                              SIm
My head is shaved, my head is wired

And like a moth that tries

   RE
To enter the bright eye

        REm
So I go shuffling out of life

        FA
Just to hide in death awhile

DO                  MIm
 And anyway I never lied

             SIm               MIm
My kill-hand is called E.V.I.L.

                SIm                MIm
Wears a wedding band that's G.O.O.D.

            SIm
'Tis a long-suffering shackle

MIm     SIm               MIm
 Collaring all that devil blood

And the mercy seat is a-burning

And I think my head is flowing

SIm
 And in a way I'm hoping

      RE                                REm
To be done with all this weighing up of truth

An eye for an eye

                  FA
And a tooth for a tooth

                             DO
And I've got nothing left to lose

                      MIm
And I'm not afraid to die

And the mercy seat is waiting

                              SIm
And I think my head is burning

And in a way I'm yearning

      RE                              REm
To be done with all this measuring of proof

An eye for an eye

                  FA
And a tooth for a tooth

                         DO
And anyway, there was no proof

                 MIm
And nor a motive why

And the mercy seat is waiting

                               SIm
And I think my head is burning

And in a way I'm yearning

                RE                    REm    
To be done with all this measuring of proof

A life for a life

                  FA
And a tooth for a tooth

                        DO
And anyway there was no proof

                      MIm
And I'm not afraid to die

Now the mercy seat is waiting

                              SIm
And I think my head is smoking

And in a way I'm hoping

      RE                                REm
To be done with all these looks of disbelief

A eye for an eye

                  FA
And a tooth for a tooth

                      DO
And anyway I told the truth

                      MIm
And I'm not afraid to die

And the mercy seat is waiting

                              SIm
And I think my head is burning

And in a way I'm yearning

      RE                              REm      
To be done with all this measuring of proof

An eye for an eye

                  FA
And a tooth for a tooth

                      DO
And anyway I told the truth

                      MIm
And I'm not afraid to die

And the mercy seat is waiting

                               SIm
And I think my head is burning

And in a way I'm yearning

      RE                              REm
To be done with all this measuring of proof

A eye for a eye

                  FA
And a tooth for a tooth

                      DO
And anyway I told the truth

                      MIm
But I'm not afraid to lie

And the mercy seat is waiting

                               SIm
And I think my head is burning

And in a way I'm yearning

      RE    
To be done with all this measuring of proof

REm
 An eye for an eye

                  FA
And a tooth for a tooth

                      DO
And anyway I told the truth

                        MIm
But I'm afraid I told a lie...

The Mercy Seat

Nick Cave · Key SOL

It began when they come took me from my home
And put me in Dead Row,
Of which I am nearly wholly innocent, you know
And I'll say it again
I.. am.. not.. afraid.. to.. die
I began to warm and chill
To objects and their fields,
A ragged cup, a twisted mop
The face of Jesus in my soup
Those sinister dinner deals
The meal trolley's wicked wheels
A hooked bone rising from my food
All things either good or ungood
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of proof
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die
Interpret signs and catalogue
A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog
The walls are bad Black Bottom kind
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath gathering at my hind
They are sick breath gathering at my hind
I hear stories from the chamber
How Christ was born into a manger
And like some ragged stranger
Died upon the cross
And might I say, it seems so fitting in its way
He was a carpenter by trade
Or at least that's what I'm told
Like my good hand
tattooed E.V.I.L. across it's brother's fist
That filthy five!
They did nothing to challenge or resist
In Heaven His throne is made of gold
The ark of his Testament is stowed
A throne from which I'm told
All history does unfold
Down here it's made of wood and wire
And my body is on fire
And God is never far away
Into the mercy seat I climb
My head is shaved, my head is wired
And like a moth that tries
To enter the bright eye
So I go shuffling out of life
Just to hide in death awhile
And anyway I never lied
My kill-hand is called E.V.I.L.
Wears a wedding band that's G.O.O.D.
'Tis a long-suffering shackle
Collaring all that devil blood
And the mercy seat is a-burning
And I think my head is flowing
And in a way I'm hoping
To be done with all this weighing up of truth
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And I've got nothing left to lose
And I'm not afraid to die
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of proof
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway, there was no proof
And nor a motive why
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of proof
A life for a life
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway there was no proof
And I'm not afraid to die
Now the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is smoking
And in a way I'm hoping
To be done with all these looks of disbelief
A eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of proof
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of proof
A eye for a eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
But I'm not afraid to lie
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of proof
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
But I'm afraid I told a lie...

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