Tonart: G# minor
Verse 1
Em
Hark the herald angels sing
Glory to the newborn King
Peace on earth and mercy on God
And soon his reign shall
Break through all the nations dry
Going to triumph in the sky
With angelic hosts proclaim
Christ is born in Bethlehem
Hark the herald angels sing,
C
Glory to the newborn King!
Em
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Em
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Em
How could God fold into
the fabric of cold skin
So that old men under a star
could hold him
Born in a bin, cause the city had no end
What a pity that the people
didn't know him
Oh, Bethlehem, your sky was so thin
Didn't even try to hide the hope within
The heavens opened wide
to let the oceans swim
Peace on earth spoke the
golden rhyme of
Angels found a few of life's broken men
A show the rest of us
how to behold a gem
Go and tell the word,
it's now life and limb
That Emmanuel will grow
to throw the yoke of sin
Hell can't choke you
while the grace was soaking in
Noah provoked the Son of Man
to turn stone bread thin
You're not alone, my friend,
the very bones you bend
Hinge upon the fact that
God's throne extends
You could comb the ends
of the earth without rest
Stockpile all the treasures
that you've sown in flesh
God smiles, he's the one that's
always known you best
Thrown himself headfirst
into our broken dress
Bm
Em
No kin to a clone
G
Em
G
Em
G
Em
Christ among the people,
This life without equal,
I write to write evil,
This fight to bring leaderly bright,
To dark we know that light
is just sequel to light,
Me through Stiefel's windpipe,
I gotta show Christ among the people,
this life without equal
Our right to right evil,
this fight to bring lethally right
To dark we know that light
is just sequel to might
Me through Stiefel's windpipe,
I gotta blow
You swear you're right there,
so I'm tearin' the thin air
Been darin' you to let me catch a glimpse,
but where?
Frantic for the touch
of a maker that might care
Like clutchin' for the sun
but only catchin' the glare
Fetchin' fine lady that's
lettin' you stare
But you're bettin' paycheck
that really she don't care
No tape deck for that cassette to blare
Is it still Illmatic if the static impaired?
I wanna work my fingers through the dirt
To get a handful of your body
that was broken
Just to feel something tangible
And then sample a storm between my lips
Just to savor the flavor
of warm rain when God spits
I wanna grip both sides of your face
And steal a last glimpse of the sun
before the day breaks
Tip the cosmos, cradle in space
Until I'm able to taste
the liquor of God's grace
No kin to a clone
To me without the mic
it's like there no king to a
Bm
Em
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throne
Em
Christ among the people,
His life without equal
I write to right evil despite to
bring lethally bright to dark
We know that light is just sequel to mic
Me through steeple with pipe,
I gotta show
Christ among the people,
his life without equal
I write to right evil,
this fight to bring lethally bright
To dark we know that light
is just sequel to light
Me through steeple with pipe,
I gotta blow I'll guard him,
no place to spill blood or break a sweat
Where creation tries to press itself
to Earth's fallow flesh
Chester would love to race for death
In his face, the resurrection,
reflection with deep breath
As he wept,
even still in the quietness they slept
Bless my children who have gone wrong
Em
for me and haven't yet
I've dived out the decimal cross
to crucify this gap between both,
that's the reason why
Em
Em
Can't, can't, can't sleep,
never, never, never fan -winkled
Em
Can 't, can't, can't sleep,
never, never, never fan -winkled
Nothing but that heartfelt
on each and every single
Nothing but that heartfelt
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