Augmented Major Seventh Chord - Augmented Major Seventh Chord Table

Augmented Major Seventh Chord Table

Chord Root Major third Augmented fifth Major seventh
Cmaj7(♯5) C E G♯ B
C♯maj7(♯5) C♯ E♯ (F) G (A) B♯ (C)
D♭maj7(♯5) D♭ F A C
Dmaj7(♯5) D F♯ A♯ C♯
D♯maj7(♯5) D♯ F (G) A (B) C (D)
E♭maj7(♯5) E♭ G B D
Emaj7(♯5) E G♯ B♯ (C) D♯
Fmaj7(♯5) F A C♯ E
F♯maj7(♯5) F♯ A♯ C (D) E♯ (F)
G♭maj7(♯5) G♭ B♭ D F
Gmaj7(♯5) G B D♯ F♯
G♯maj7(♯5) G♯ B♯ (C) D (E) F (G)
A♭maj7(♯5) A♭ C E G
Amaj7(♯5) A C♯ E♯ (F) G♯
A♯maj7(♯5) A♯ C (D) E (F♯) G (A)
B♭maj7(♯5) B♭ F♯ A
Bmaj7(♯5) B D♯ F (G) A♯

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