Crying Lightning Arctic Monkeys

Crying Lightning

Arctic Monkeys

Kim

4046
0:00 3:32
Accordatura Standard (E A D G B E)
Tempo 4/4
Tonalità: Am
Capotasto:
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Testo

[Intro]
| Am F | Am E | Am G | C E |
| Am F | Am E | Am G | C E |

[Verse 1]
Am            F           Am           E
  Outside the cafe by the cracker factory,
         Am           G
You were practicing a magic trick.
C
E       Am           F           Am         E
 And my thoughts got rued as you talked and chewed
       Am           G
On the last of your pick and mix
C
E                                Am
 Said you're mistaking if you're thinking
       F                       Am      E
That I haven't been called cold  before
       Am            G
As you bit into your strawberry lace
C
E                           Am             F
 And then offered me your attention in the form of a
   Am     E
gobstopper
                 Am              G             C E
It's all you had left and it was going to waste

[Chorus]
Am
  Your past time's consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that little game
You had called crying lightning
And how you'd like to agrravate
The ice cream man on rainy afternoons.

[Bridge]
Am                     Am              F
  The next time that I caught my own reflection

[Verse 2]
       Am            E
It was on its way to meet you
Am            G            C    E
Thinking of excuses to postpone.
                      Am                F
You never looked like yourself from the side,
         Am                E
But your profile could not hide the fact
    Am            G            C       E
You knew I was approaching your throne.
              Am         F                   Am
With folded arms you occupied the bench like toothache,
E                     Am
Stood and puffed your chest out
         G            C   E
Like you never lost a war.
               Am            F
And though I tried so not to suffer
      Am             E
The indignity of reaction,
      Am               G             C     E
There was no cracks to grab or gap to claw.

[Chorus]
          F            Dm
And you're pastimes consisted of the strange
    Am
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
              F            Dm
You had called crying lightning,
                      Am
And how you'd like to agrrovate
The icky man on rainy afternoons
F      Dm        Am
 Uninviting, but not half as impossible
                             F
'cause everyone assumes you are
            Dm  Am
Crying lightning

[Guitar Solo]
| Am | - | - | - |

[Bridge]
| Am - | - - | - - | -

[Interlude]
Am
  Your past time`s consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called

[Chorus]
F            Dm
 Crying lightning
Am
  Crying lightning
F            Dm
 Crying lightning
Am
  Crying lightning
         F              Dm                        Am
Well your past times consisted of the strange and twisted
and derranged
And I hate that little game you had called
F      Dm
 Crying

Battute

[Intro]
| Am F | Am E | Am G | C E |
| Am F | Am E | Am G | C E |

[Verse 1]
| Am F | Am E | Am G | C E |
| Am F | Am E | Am G | C E |
| Am F | Am E | Am G | C E |
| Am F | Am E | Am G | C E |

Outside the cafe by the cracker factory,
You were practicing a magic trick.
And my thoughts got rued as you talked and chewed
On the last of your pick and mix
Said you're mistaking if you're thinking
That I haven't been called cold  before
As you bit into your strawberry lace
And then offered me your attention in the form of a
gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste

[Chorus]
| Am | - | - | - |
| -  | - | - | - |

Your past time's consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that little game
You had called crying lightning
And how you'd like to agrravate
The ice cream man on rainy afternoons.

[Bridge]
| Am - | - - | - - | - - |
| Am F |

The next time that I caught my own reflection

[Verse 2]
       | Am E | Am G | C E |
| Am F | Am E | Am G | C E |
| Am F | Am E | Am G | C E |
| Am F | Am E | Am G | C E |

It was on its way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone.
You never looked like yourself from the side,
But your profile could not hide the fact
You knew I was approaching your throne.
With folded arms you occupied the bench like toothache,
Stood and puffed your chest out
Like you never lost a war.
And though I tried so not to suffer
The indignity of reaction,
There was no cracks to grab or gap to claw.

[Chorus]
| F | Dm | Am | - |
| F | Dm | Am | - |
| F | Dm | Am | - |
| F | Dm | Am | - |

And you're pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had called crying lightning,
And how you'd like to agrrovate
The icky man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting, but not half as impossible
'cause everyone assumes you are
Crying lightning

[Guitar Solo]
| Am | - | - | - |

[Bridge]
| Am - | - - | - - | -

[Interlude]
                      Am |
| - - | - - | - - | - -  |
| - - | -

Your past time`s consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called

[Chorus]
          F | - Dm | - Am |
| - - | - F | - Dm | - Am |
| - - | - F | - Dm | - Am |
| - - | - F | - Dm |

Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Well your past times consisted of the strange and twisted
and derranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying

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