x marks the spot – sonata arctica
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
i had to leave out some parts of the original song so it is an “acoustic” version
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
intro : C#m
E G# C#m
C#m
you’re a man of impeccable taste
E G# C#m
and you know when the x marks the spot
C#m
we all need a map for the trail of your thought
E G# C#m
where to go , well , the x marks the spot
A C#m
you seem to have a misgiving
E
hell yeah , you make a living
G#
don’t add bricks to what we’re heaving
A
we would so much
F# C#m
rather the enjoy beach , beer and a fire
Cm
you think something somewhere
has a copyright for the world
D# G Cm
and you’ve signed where the x marks the spot
Cm
you join a cult , fill the void that you’ve got
D# G Gm
deep within where the x marks the spot
G# Cm
there you stand n’ talk and holler
D#
how dark are all your colors
G
when you paint another sunrise
G# D# C A#
you leave out the sun
A# F C
birds like you fly straight to heaven , heaven
A#
or they slowly float away . . .
C#m
how well do you know those you’re calling your own?
E G# C#m
i mean . . . come on dude! x marks the spot
C#m
your starving soul in your house of skin and bone
E G# C#m
you’re an island , the x marks the spot
G Bm
there you stand n’ talk and holler
D
how dark are all your colors
F#
when you paint another sunrise
G C#m B A
you leave out the sun
A E B
birds like you fly straight to heaven , heaven
A
or they slowly float away . . .
B F# C#m
birds like you fly straight to heaven , heaven
B D#
or they slowly float away
Am
C E Am
Am
you’re a circus , but where is the clown
C E Am
there’s no map , still the x marks the spot
F Am
there you stand n’ talk and holler
C
how dark are all your colors
E
when you paint another sunrise
F G Am G
you leave out the sun
A E B
birds like you fly straight to heaven , heaven
A
or they slowly float down
into the night with senior john barleycorn
E B
heaven , heaven
A C#m
or they slowly float away . . .
C#m G# Am F#
A E B
birds like you fly straight to heaven , heaven
A
or they slowly float away . . .
B F# C#m
birds like you fly straight to heaven , heaven
B
or they slowly float away
x marks the spot – sonata arctica
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
i had to leave out some parts of the original song so it is an “acoustic” version
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
intro : C#m
E G# C#m
C#m
you’re a man of impeccable taste
E G# C#m
and you know when the x marks the spot
C#m
we all need a map for the trail of your thought
E G# C#m
where to go , well , the x marks the spot
A C#m
you seem to have a misgiving
E
hell yeah , you make a living
G#
don’t add bricks to what we’re heaving
A
we would so much
F# C#m
rather the enjoy beach , beer and a fire
Cm
you think something somewhere
has a copyright for the world
D# G Cm
and you’ve signed where the x marks the spot
Cm
you join a cult , fill the void that you’ve got
D# G Gm
deep within where the x marks the spot
G# Cm
there you stand n’ talk and holler
D#
how dark are all your colors
G
when you paint another sunrise
G# D# C A#
you leave out the sun
A# F C
birds like you fly straight to heaven , heaven
A#
or they slowly float away . . .
C#m
how well do you know those you’re calling your own?
E G# C#m
i mean . . . come on dude! x marks the spot
C#m
your starving soul in your house of skin and bone
E G# C#m
you’re an island , the x marks the spot
G Bm
there you stand n’ talk and holler
D
how dark are all your colors
F#
when you paint another sunrise
G C#m B A
you leave out the sun
A E B
birds like you fly straight to heaven , heaven
A
or they slowly float away . . .
B F# C#m
birds like you fly straight to heaven , heaven
B D#
or they slowly float away
Am
C E Am
Am
you’re a circus , but where is the clown
C E Am
there’s no map , still the x marks the spot
F Am
there you stand n’ talk and holler
C
how dark are all your colors
E
when you paint another sunrise
F G Am G
you leave out the sun
A E B
birds like you fly straight to heaven , heaven
A
or they slowly float down
into the night with senior john barleycorn
E B
heaven , heaven
A C#m
or they slowly float away . . .
C#m G# Am F#
A E B
birds like you fly straight to heaven , heaven
A
or they slowly float away . . .
B F# C#m
birds like you fly straight to heaven , heaven
B
or they slowly float away
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