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Halfmans Song by Miracle Of Sound
Halfmans Song
Am Em
There are some who are born distinguished
Am Em
There are some who are raised in praise
Dm Am
But me I was always the last in line
F Em Am
A blot in my father's gaze
No cheekbones chiselled on a feline face
No skill or savvy with a sword
But this game we all play is won in wily ways
And sly is this littlest lord
Bb Am
Cruel tricks of romance
G Am
Degraded by their spite
Bb Am
You snub your cub too many times
G Bb
You just might feel his bite...
Beware beware of the words I twist
I am small but my reach is long
And the ravens black against the winter's mist
Are whispering the half-man's song
Whispering the half man's song...
The land is a blooming orchard
With fruits so juicy and ripe
With a clink of a coin loose the lion's loin
Play a tune on the half man's pipe
In the arms of a whore I made a promise
Sinking deeper into danger every day
Cut through all their shit with a brazen wit
Moulding puppets from their minds of clay
I'm no man of honour
Myself is my true king
But somewhere deep within me
The bells of conscience ring
Beware beware of the words I twist
I am small but my reach is long
And the ravens black against the winter's mist
Are whispering the half-man's song
They're whispering the half man's song...
Whispering the half man's song...
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version 2
Intro tab:
E|-------0--0------------------------0---0------------------5-----0-------------------------------|
B|------------3--1--0------------------3---1--0-------1--3-----3-3-3--1---------------1-----0-----|
G|-----2--------------0--0-----0-2------------------2--------------------2-2------------------1-2-|
D|--2------------------------2----------------------------------------------------2-3---3-2-------|
A|------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
E|------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
Am Em
There are some who are born distinguished
Am Em
There are some who are raised in praise
Dm Am
But me I was always the last in line
F Em Am
A blot in my father's gaze
Am Em
No cheekbones chiselled on a feline face
Am Em
No skill or savvy with a sword
Dm Am
But this game we all play is won in wily ways
F Em Am
And sly is this littlest lord
Bb Am
Cruel tricks of romance
G Am
Degraded by their spite
Bb Am
You snub your cub too many times
G Bb
You just might feel his bite...
Am Em
Beware beware of the words I twist
Am Em
I am small but my reach is long
Dm Am
And the ravens black against the winter's mist
F Em Am
Are whispering the half-man's song
F Em Am
Whispering the half man's song...
Intro riff
Am Em
The land is a blooming orchard
Am Em
With fruits so juicy and ripe
Dm Am
With a clink of a coin loose the lion's loin
F Em Am
Play a tune on the half man's pipe
Am Em
In the arms of a whore I made a promise
Am Em
Sinking deeper into danger every day
Dm Am
Cut through all their shit with a brazen wit
F Em Am
Moulding puppets from their minds of clay
Bb Am
I'm no man of honour
G Am
Myself is my true king
Bb Am
But somewhere deep within me
G Bb
The bells of conscience ring
Am Em
Beware beware of the words I twist
Am Em
I am small but my reach is long
Dm Am
And the ravens black against the winter's mist
F Em Am
Are whispering the half-man's song
F Em Am
Whispering the half man's song...
F Em Am
They're whispering the half man's song...
F Em Am
Whispering the half man's song...
Intro riff again
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version 3
Intro
E|-------0--0------------------------0---0------------------------0-----------------------------|
B|------------3--1--0------------------3---1--0-------0--3--3--3-3-3--1--0-----------------0----|
G|-----2--------------0--0-----0-2------------------2----------------------2--------0-0-0-0-2---|
D|--2------------------------2----------------------------------------------------2------2------|
A|----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
E|----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
There are some who are born distinguished
There are some who are raised in praise
But me I was always the last in line
A blot in my father's gaze
No cheekbones chiselled on a feline face
No skill or savvy with a sword
But this game we all play is won in wily ways
And sly is this littlest lord
Cruel tricks of romance
Degraded by their spite
You snub your cub too many times
You just might feel his bite
Beware, beware of the words I twist
I am small but my reach is long
And the ravens black against the winter's mist
Are whispering the halfman's song
They're whispering the halfman's song...
The land is a blooming orchard
With fruits so juicy and ripe
With a clink of a coin loose the lion's loin
Play a tune on the half man's pipe
In the arms of a whore I made a promise
Sinking deeper into danger every day
Cut through all their shit with a brazen wit
Molding puppets from their minds of clay
I'm no man of honor
Myself is my true king
But somewhere deep within me
The bells of conscience ring
Beware, beware of the words I twist
I am small but my reach is long
And the ravens black against the winter's mist
Are whispering the halfman's song
They're whispering the halfman's song
Whispering the halfman's song...
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