Counting Crows - Mrs Potters Lullaby - аккорды

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Mrs. Potter's Lullaby/Counting Crows
[4/4], BPM=192, Tune down 1/2 step, Key of Ab

*Intro: ||: A Asus4 | A Asus2 :|| (Note: sus chords on the & of 2; denoted as A*)

Verse: | A | % | D | E ||: A Asus4 | A Asus2 :||

Pre-Chorus
| C#m | % | D | % ||: A Asus4 | A Asus2 :|| E | % | D | % ||: A Asus4 | A Asus2 :||

Chorus  ||: C#m | D | A | E :|| C#m | D | E | D ||: A Asus4 | A Asus2 :||

Verse 7 | A | % | D | E | A | % x5 |
P-C 7   | F#m7 | E | A | % x3 | C#m | A | D A | D A | A | % x3 |

Asus2 x02200  Asus4 X002230
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           A                 D                          E                A*
Well I woke up in mid afternoon 'cause that's when it all hurts the most
          A                           D             E             A*
I dream I never know anyone at the party and I'm al-ways the host
        C#m                        D                            A*
If dreams are like movies then memories are films about ghosts
        E                       D                            A*
You can never escape, you can only move south down the coast

             A                    D          E             A*
Well I am an idiot walking a tightrope of fortune and fame
         A                   D               E            A*
I am an acrobat swinging trapezes through circles of flame
          C#m                          D                           A*
If you've never stared off into the distance then your life is a shame
                   E                            D                    A*
And though I'll never forget your face sometimes I can't remember my name

    C#m   D       A              E
He--y, Missus. Potter, don't cry
    C#m   D       A           E
He--y, Missus. Potter, I know why, but
    C#m   D       E              D        A*
He--y, Missus. Potter, won't you talk to me

                A               D         E            A*
And there's a piece of Maria in every song that I sing
           A                         D            E             A*
And the price of a memory is the memory of the sorrow it brings
              C#m                         D                          A*
And there is always one last light to turn out and one last bell to ring
          E                    D                             A*
And the last one out of the circus has to lock up everything

          A                          D           E                 A*
Or the elephants will get out and forget to remember what you said
                 A                         D         E              A*
Oh and the ghosts of the tilt-o-whirl will linger inside of your head
              C#m                         D                     A*
Oh and the Ferris wheel junkies will spin there forever instead
             E                     D                    A*
And when I see you, a blanket of stars covers me in my bed

    C#m   D       A             E
He--y, Missus. Potter, don't go, I said
    C#m   D       A           E
He--y, Missus. Potter, I don't know, but
    C#m   D       E              D        A*
He--y, Missus. Potter, won't you talk to me

             A                      D            E             A*
All the blue light reflections that color my mind when I sleep
            A                         D           E       A*
And the lovesick rejections that accompany the company I keep
          C#m                      D                      A*
All the razor perceptions that cut just a little too deep
              E                               D                        A*
Hey, I can bleed as well as anyone but I need someone to help me sleep

        A                      D            E              A*
So I throw my hand into the air and it swims in the beams
                 A                         D            E              A*
It's just a brief interruption of the swirling dust sparkle jet stream
            C#m                             D                   A*
Well I know I don't know you and you're probably not what you seem
            E                                      D                      A*
Aw, but I'd sure like to find out so why don't you climb down off that movie screen

    C#m   D       A                E
He--y, Missus. Potter, don't turn,
    C#m   D       A        E
He--y, Missus. Potter, I burn for you
    C#m   D       E              D        A*  A*
He--y, Missus. Potter, won't you talk to me

           A                    D                 E           A
When the last king of Hollywood shatters his glass on the floor
                             F#m7        E             A*
And orders another well, I wonder what he did that for
                C#m         A                    D    A    D      A       A*
That's when I know that I have to get out cause I have been there before
          E                     D                        A*
So I gave up my seat at the bar and I head for the door.

          A                         D                 E                A*
We drove out to the desert just to lie down beneath this bowl of stars
          A                               D                   E              A*
We stand up in the Palace, like it's the last of the great pioneer town bars
             C#m                           D                       A*
Aw, we shout out these songs against the clang of electric guitars
                    E                           D                      A*
Well, you can see a million miles tonight, but you can't get very far
                  E                           D                      A*
Aw, you can see a million miles tonight, but you can't get very far

    C#m   D       A           E
He--y, Missus. Potter, I won't touch and
    C#m   D       A        E
He--y, Missus. Potter, it's not much but
    C#m   D       E              D        A*
He--y, Missus. Potter, won't you talk to me
    C#m   D       E              D        A*
He--y, Missus. Potter, won't you talk to me
    C#m   D       E              D        A*
He--y, Missus. Potter, won't you talk to me