Chord may refer to:
- Chord (music), an aggregate of musical pitches sounded simultaneously.
- Chord (guitar) a chord played on a guitar, which has a particular tuning.
- Chord (geometry), a line segment joining two points on a curve
- Chord (astronomy), a line crossing a foreground astronomical object during an occultation which gives an indication of the objects size and/or shape
- Chord (graph theory), an edge joining two not-adjacent nodes in a cycle
- Chord (truss construction), an outside member of a truss, as opposed to the inner "webbed members"
- Chord (aircraft), the distance between the front and back of a wing, measured in the direction of the normal airflow. The term chord was selected due to the curved nature of the wing's surface.
- Chord (peer-to-peer), a peer-to-peer protocol and algorithm for distributed hash tables (DHT)
- Chord (concurrency), a concurrency construct in some object-oriented programming languages
- Chord (comics), a comic book character who is the former mentor of the New Warriors
- Chord (software), free software useful for creating staffless lead sheets
- Chord Overstreet, American actor and musician
- Chord. (business), a Japanese office name
Chord may also refer to:
- Mouse chording or a chorded keyboard, where multiple buttons are held down simultaneously to produce a specific action
The Chords may refer to:
- The Chords, 1970s British mod revival band
- The Chords (U.S.), 1950s American doo wop group
Chords may refer to:
- Chords (artist), a Swedish hiphop/reggae artist
Famous quotes containing the word chord:
“The notes, random
From tuning, wander into the heat
Like a new insect chirping in the scrub,
Untired at noon. A chord gathers and spills....”
—Philip Larkin (1922–1986)
“Love took up the glass of Time, and turned it in his glowing hands;
Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands.
Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with
might;
Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.”
—Alfred Tennyson (1809–1892)
“Give me the keys. I feel for the common chord again,
Sliding by semi-tones till I sink to a minor,—yes,
And I blunt it into a ninth, and I stand on alien ground,
Surveying a while the heights I rolled from into the deep;
Which, hark, I have dared and done, for my resting-place is found,
The C Major of this life: so, now I will try to sleep.”
—Robert Browning (1812–1889)