Caleb

caleb - sonata arctica acoustic version by sinforge xjp standard tuning , capo 2 , 4 , 5 & 6 ( changes where indicated ) * i know . . 4 capo positions is a bit much , and i did try to at least avoid the switch to 5 in the middle . . unfortunately , there wasn’t a good - sounding way around it . . but honestly , none of the moves are really that much hassle = ) also , in the actual song , the guitar is pretty stationairy in the verses , and all the tonality is in the keyboards . . so i considered the tonality when doing the Verse . . i’ve also mapped out the chords for a change = D enjoy!! 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Bm . . C * . . Dadd11 * Em . . Bm . . C * . . Dadd11 * Am . . Bsus4 . . C . . . Dadd11 Am . . Bsus4 . . C . . . Dadd11 Em Bsus4 C Dadd11 Asus2 his mother came up with such a clever way to save the day with a little white lie Em Bsus4 C Dadd11 Asus2 he thinks he missed the point back then , but now he’s grown to understand it , in a way Em Bm C * Dadd11 * father said "i’m sorry" only once , as i remember Em Bm C * Dadd11 * the words were not meant to hurt , only destroy you , my stupid son Am Bsus4 C Dadd11 one person can make a difference , sometimes Am Bsus4 C Dadd11 just turn his head when the kid is still and has a weak neck [ nc ] smiled at his funeral , "happy you’re dead . " Em Bsus4 C Dadd11 Asus2 all his solutions , it seemed , were only problems in disguise Em Bsus4 C Dadd11 Asus2 glueing on his drinkin’ face , got ready to erase another day capo 2 Am F Am F C mother was yet confident , although they had it tight , taught her son Dm E at the end of every tunnel’s a little light Am F Am F it wasn’t a lie , it was her hope , that everything would be fine one day C Dm E he can fulfill his every dream , i’m happy as long as he’s not F G A E . . i hate it and fear can’t face it F G A E the child is not right , he’s my greatest shame F G A E go out , create thunder , and stand right under F G A [ change capo to 5 now ] that old apple tree where dead snakes let him feed on those Am F G C C/B Am lost hopes , all those kind words could hurt him even more , now F G C C/B somehow , lost one more way back home capo 4 Em Bsus4 C Dadd11 Asus2 out on the lake , he rows towards a monster he should’ve been running away from , years ago Em Bsus4 C Dadd11 Asus2 the past had made him blind to the way he’d turned the pain into a way of life capo 2 Am F Am F followed his father , tucked him in , caleb knows the trade C Dm E Am he’s the portrait of a man his mother drew to hate forever F Am F she was a beast , a deadly saint , wrong in many ways C Dm E [ change capo to 4 now ] wanted to keep up the charade , until the end waltzing together ( time change 6/8 ) E | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - B | - - - - - - - - - - 0 - - - - - - - | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - 0 - - - - - 0 - - 1 - - 0 - - - - | - 0 - - - - - 0 - - 1 - - 0 - - - - | - G | - 0 - - - - - 0 - - - - - 0 - - - - | - - - - - - - - - - 0 - - - - - 0 - | - - - - 2 - - - - - - - - - - - 2 - | - - - - 3 - - - - - - - - - - - 2 - | - D | - - - - 4 - - - - - - - - - - - 4 - | - 2 - - 1 - - 2 - - - - - 4 - - - - | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - A | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - E | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - Em C over the hills , under the sea , fighting the will , whole universe G Am B why does a man driving a hearse live in fear , gift and a curse F#m D taking ’em out , taking ’em all , shooting the wall , over and out A Bm C# F#m when nothing moves , all’s well , a decision he can find a way to live with D . . . and dried up flowers are so beautiful A Bm C# and it applies to all things living , and dead Em Bm C D Em Bm C D A for that i serve my time . . . in my suite in hell Em . . Bsus4 . . C . . Dadd11 Em . . Bsus4 . . C . . Dadd11 Em . . Bsus4 . . C . . Dadd11 Em . . Bsus4 . . C . . Dadd11 capo 6 Em Bm C D now i ring the bell to tell the world Em Bm C D Em i’m ready when they bring out the soon to be dead against the wall Bm C G Am B Em Bm C G Am B oooh . . this necessary evil has no heart Em C flowers and people he will now enlace G Am B a price he must pay serving a cold . . whatevergod . . C . . F C Dm . . A# . . C . . F C Dm . . A# . . C . . F C Dm . . A# . . C . . F C Dm . . A# . . C . . F C Em . . C . . D . . G D Em . . C . . D . . G D Em