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Nothing Else Matters
Ed Sheeran – Nothing Else Matters Akorları
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Ed Sheeran - Nothing Else Matters, C tonunda çalınıyor. Şarkıda 6 farklı akor var: C, B, Am, Fadd9, G, Dm7. 2 akor barre istiyor (B, Fadd9); kapoyu 5. perdeye takıp G, F#, Em, Cadd9, D şekilleriyle çalarsan barre sayısı 1'e iniyor. Tona göre akor dizisi: I – VII – vi – IV.
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AKOR HARİTASI· şarkının yapısı tek bakışta
GirişC B Am Fadd9 CKıta 1C B Am Fadd9 ×2 · CNakaratAm Fadd9 C ×4 · G B Am Fadd9 …Kıta 2C B Am Fadd9 ×2 · CNakaratAm Fadd9 C ×4 · G B Dm7Kıta 3C B CNakaratAm Fadd9 C ×4 · G B Am Fadd9 …
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Giriş
Kıta 1
White lips, pale face, breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light’s gone, day’s end, struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men
Köprü
Am7 C* G*
And they say she’s in the Class A Team, stuck in her daydream
DF# Am7 C*
Been this way since 18, but lately her face seems, slowly sinking, wasting
G* DF#
Crumbling like pastries, and they scream the worst things in life come free to us
Nakarat
Cos she's just under the upperhand, and go mad for a couple of grams
And she don’t want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland, or sells love to another man
It’s too cold outside for angels to fly,
for angels to fl y
Kıta 2
Ripped gloves, raincoat, tried to swim and stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes
Loose change, bank notes, weary-eyed, dry throat
Call girl, no phone
Nakarat
Cos she's just under the upperhand, and go mad for a couple of grams
And she don’t want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland, or sells love to another man
It’s too cold outside for angels to fly
Kıta 3
Am7 C* Em
An angel will die, covered in white
Closed eye and hoping for a better life
Am7 C* slide Dadd4 Em C* G* DF#
This time, we’ll fade out tonight, straight down the line
Em C* G* DF#
Straight down the line
Nakarat
And we're all under the upperhand, and go mad for a couple of grams
And we don’t want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe we'll fly to the Motherland, or sell love to another man
It’s too cold outside for angels to fly,
for angels to flyyyy y
Flyyyy, flyyyyyy, angels to fly, fly, flyyy
Or angels to die
