Sondre Lerche – Serenading In The Trenches (Guitar)
Drop D (D-A-D-G-B-E)
Key
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Speed:
1.0x
Chords
From "Pleasure" LP - 2017
G/D [055430]
C#m7b5 [x4545x]
D7 [05453x]
Gmaj7/B [x25432]
Bbdim7 [x12020]
D9 [05455x]
Gdim7 [x45353]
G/D Thought I saw you at the finish line and you were burning a flag D7 G/D and you were biding your time Gdim7 Am7 Thought I saw you at the finish line and you were biding your time D7 D9 and you were biding your time and you were biding your time G/D C#m7b5 Tripped on my compass as I fled on foot D7 Gmaj7/B Shed all my luggage, all your fuck-me-boots Bbdim7 Am7 Cute as a button on a wounded high horse D7 D9 Sink into the quicksand of desire and remorse G/D Pissed off and juiced up, with my back to the wall D7 G/D Blindfolded, eager to give into the fall Gdim7 Am7 Stripped of the structures that boggled my mind D7 D9 Sink into the quicksand, making up for lost time G/D Serenading in the trenches / Do you wanna pretend we’re dead D7 G/D Serenading in the trenches / Do you wanna make love in stead Gdim7 Am7 Cute-ass casualties, clueless come-ons D7 D9 Our aborted mission, our self-indulgence G/D Bled out from paper cuts all over the news D7 G/D Softened the bruises with a one-sided truce Gdim7 Am7 Stripped of our passions, in a lukewarm embrace D7 D9 Sink into the quicksand of stale dignity and grace G/D Keep it up, keep on, try keeping up with myself D7 G/D Old ideas, splinters, put that shit on the shelf Gdim7 Am7 Slumbering limbo, laurels resting on me D7 D9 Sink into the quicksand of a ruthless memory G/D Serenading in the trenches / Do you wanna pretend we’re dead D7 G/D Serenading in the trenches / Do you wanna make love in stead Gdim7 Am7 Cute-ass casualties, clueless come-ons D7 D9 Our aborted mission, our self-indulgence G/D C#m7b5 Thought I saw you at the finish line and you were burning a flag
and you were biding your time
D7 Gmaj7/B Thought I saw you at the finish line and you were biding your time Bbdim7 Am7 Thought I saw you at the finish line and you were biding your time G and you were biding your time and you were biding your time G/D Serenading in the trenches / Do you wanna pretend we’re dead D7 G/D Serenading in the trenches / Do you wanna make love in stead Gdim7 Am7 Cute-ass casualties, clueless come-ons D7 D9 Our aborted mission, our self-indulgence G/D Oh what a beautiful boy child D7 G/D Oh boy, the man of my dreams Gdim7 Am7 Oh what a big boy, what a boy child D7 D9 Oh man, oh boy, what a dream G/D D7 G/D Oh boy, you’re preaching to the wrong choir I know what’s up, my time is up Gdim7 Am7 D7 D9 I know what’s up, my time is up