Haunt Me Chords by Samsa
Tempo:
85.1 bpm
Chords used:
B
C#m
E
F#m
G#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C#m] [F#m] [B]
[E] [C#m] [D#] [B] Look, [E] I won't pretend I understand it, [C#m] babe, the afterlife and all, [F#m] but as you died, you
promised me [B] that you would try to write or call [E] and I've been waiting ever since.
[C#m] Every Sunday I hold seances with like-minded adults [B] and roll your corpse into the living
[E] room and try to find your pulse [C#m] and then repine at the results.
[F#m] I've even got my window fills [B] lined up with ultraviolet bulbs, [E] shrunken shrines of human
[C#m] skulls and other signs of the occult, [C#] but now I'm at a fucking loss [B] cause honey, nothing
seems to work.
Like I've been astrally projecting [C#m] my body beyond my dreams [F#m] through the fabric of space
and time [B] so you can spot me at the seams.
[E] I bet you're through the upside down [C#m] hoping you caught me in between, [F#m] but maybe if you've
got the tech, [B] then you can haunt me on my screens [E] like you should infiltrate my news [C#m] feed.
I swear no one would [F#m] notice.
You could float beside some [B] bogus Buzzfeed quiz about the POTUS, be a pixelated phantom
[C#m] ghost on clickbait propaganda [F#m] posts and dictate what you're [B] thinking through a catchy headline.
[E] Like one weird [C#m] reason why it's great to be [F#m] ethereal, or 20 signs you're dead [B] now and
your soul is [E] immaterial.
Or if it's late at night, [C#m] then you could swoop in from the shadow realm and talk to me through
pop [B]-up ads that show up over adult films on anything you're into.
[C#m] We could start with male-for [F#m]-facial, you could beam your inter [B]-spatial spirit into [E] interracial.
If you're feeling sort of [C#m] formal, we could pizza date on [F#m] Skype and I could call the corner
rover [B] and we could share the corner slice.
[E] When it's time to go to bed, [C#m] then we could leave our cameras [F#m] on.
And if the netherworld has one [B] day shipping free on Amazon, [E] then you could slumber if
you ship [C#m] yourself.
I swear the shit delivers [F#] quick.
Or send me the address [B] and I could meet you by the river [E] Styx.
I'm Twitter beef with an [C#m] umpire by the Tigris and [F#m] Eucrates.
I could snap you while I'm [B] snagging sacred threads of light from [E] Hades.
I would loot through odds and [C#m] photocopy pirate the papyrus, change the records, and then
have [B] a Facebook flame war with [G#m] Othyrus.
And either way, I [C#m] can't wait to talk or reunite.
[F#m] I've been so lonely since you [B] died, I've tried to walk towards the [E] light.
And if the gods of death oppose [C#m] our harmless want to [F#m] reconvene, then maybe we could sneak
you [B] by him if you haunt me through a screen.
[E] [G#m] It's been [F#m] far too long that [G#] you and I have [E] been alone.
[G#m] You could [F#m] rectify that [B] if you haunt me through [E] my phone.
[G#m] No, I don't [C#m] want to deal with [G#] voodoo dolls and [E] figurines.
[G#m] I could [F#m] do without them [B] if you'd haunt me through [E] my screen.
I'm just frustrated, I [C#m] guess.
I've hung out in countless [F#m] graveyards, drawn pentagrams from [B] slaughtered goats, and even
took a course [E] on hunting ghosts from [C#m] Pentecostal folks, but never once have gotten [F#] close.
Last month I sat with [B] local psychics in their crystal [E] jewels and tried to find my old [C#m] mobile
sidekick phone from middle [F#m] school.
Just so maybe if you're [B] bored of fortune-telling tarot [E] cards and magic words, then you could
[C#m] tweet 140 characters [F#m] so I could throw away my [B] voodoo dolls and stop chanting my [E] doodoo
mantras that my guru [C#m] taught us.
And if you slide into some [F#m] YouTube comments, you could scroll to the [B] comment page or you
could leave it [E] blank.
If your spectre is [C#m] perceptible, we'd tell him it's a [G#] prank.
And if you still don't send [B] responses, I'd assume the problem's [E] technical, and I would
call [C#m] Verizon just so someone could [F#m] inspect it all.
I'd tell him I just [B] want a close encounter with a [E] spectral kind.
He'd ask if we turned [C#m] on our modem router for a [F#m] second time and plugged it in [B] correctly
to the voltage power [E] socket line and tried to tear a [C#m] portal hole through to your [F#m] paranormal
soul so me and you could [B] catch up on a tall, free-spirited [E] mortal call.
Or we could see a witch [C#m] doctor.
She'd probably be [F#m] skeptical.
Clinician with a [B] stethoscope, the specimen not [G#m] skeletal, the symptoms [C#m] metaphysical, the convalescent [F#m] soulless.
At first, your [B] diagnosis could be we should try [E] hypnosis.
But truthfully, if [C#m] you could choose the way that you're reborn, I hope you use the 3G
[B] phone and you eschew the Ouija [E] board.
And at this point, I don't [C#m] really know why I learned [F#m] ESP4.
Well, you could just [B] descend and settle in my USB [E] port or my NVIDIA [C#m] GeForce or my Video [F#m] 8V cord.
There's no need for Santa [B] Muerte when I've got a QWERTY [E] keyboard.
We could play a game of [C#m] eSports.
You and I'd be on a [F#m] team.
And if you're feeling [G#] odious, I'll put my audio on [E] stream.
I'll still have your favorite [G#m] games, babe.
I've got them all on [F#m] Steam.
We'll get started when you're [B] ready once you want me to [E] rescreen.
[G#m] It's been [C#m] far too long that [G#] you and I have [E] been alone.
[G#m] You could [F#m] rectify that [B] if you haunt me [E] through my phone.
[G#m] No, I don't [A] wanna deal with [G#] poodle dolls and [E] [G#m] figurines.
I could [F#m] do without them [B] if you'd haunt me through my screen.
[C#m] [F#m] [B] [E] [C#m] [F#m] [B]
[E] [C#m] [D#] [B] Look, [E] I won't pretend I understand it, [C#m] babe, the afterlife and all, [F#m] but as you died, you
promised me [B] that you would try to write or call [E] and I've been waiting ever since.
[C#m] Every Sunday I hold seances with like-minded adults [B] and roll your corpse into the living
[E] room and try to find your pulse [C#m] and then repine at the results.
[F#m] I've even got my window fills [B] lined up with ultraviolet bulbs, [E] shrunken shrines of human
[C#m] skulls and other signs of the occult, [C#] but now I'm at a fucking loss [B] cause honey, nothing
seems to work.
Like I've been astrally projecting [C#m] my body beyond my dreams [F#m] through the fabric of space
and time [B] so you can spot me at the seams.
[E] I bet you're through the upside down [C#m] hoping you caught me in between, [F#m] but maybe if you've
got the tech, [B] then you can haunt me on my screens [E] like you should infiltrate my news [C#m] feed.
I swear no one would [F#m] notice.
You could float beside some [B] bogus Buzzfeed quiz about the POTUS, be a pixelated phantom
[C#m] ghost on clickbait propaganda [F#m] posts and dictate what you're [B] thinking through a catchy headline.
[E] Like one weird [C#m] reason why it's great to be [F#m] ethereal, or 20 signs you're dead [B] now and
your soul is [E] immaterial.
Or if it's late at night, [C#m] then you could swoop in from the shadow realm and talk to me through
pop [B]-up ads that show up over adult films on anything you're into.
[C#m] We could start with male-for [F#m]-facial, you could beam your inter [B]-spatial spirit into [E] interracial.
If you're feeling sort of [C#m] formal, we could pizza date on [F#m] Skype and I could call the corner
rover [B] and we could share the corner slice.
[E] When it's time to go to bed, [C#m] then we could leave our cameras [F#m] on.
And if the netherworld has one [B] day shipping free on Amazon, [E] then you could slumber if
you ship [C#m] yourself.
I swear the shit delivers [F#] quick.
Or send me the address [B] and I could meet you by the river [E] Styx.
I'm Twitter beef with an [C#m] umpire by the Tigris and [F#m] Eucrates.
I could snap you while I'm [B] snagging sacred threads of light from [E] Hades.
I would loot through odds and [C#m] photocopy pirate the papyrus, change the records, and then
have [B] a Facebook flame war with [G#m] Othyrus.
And either way, I [C#m] can't wait to talk or reunite.
[F#m] I've been so lonely since you [B] died, I've tried to walk towards the [E] light.
And if the gods of death oppose [C#m] our harmless want to [F#m] reconvene, then maybe we could sneak
you [B] by him if you haunt me through a screen.
[E] [G#m] It's been [F#m] far too long that [G#] you and I have [E] been alone.
[G#m] You could [F#m] rectify that [B] if you haunt me through [E] my phone.
[G#m] No, I don't [C#m] want to deal with [G#] voodoo dolls and [E] figurines.
[G#m] I could [F#m] do without them [B] if you'd haunt me through [E] my screen.
I'm just frustrated, I [C#m] guess.
I've hung out in countless [F#m] graveyards, drawn pentagrams from [B] slaughtered goats, and even
took a course [E] on hunting ghosts from [C#m] Pentecostal folks, but never once have gotten [F#] close.
Last month I sat with [B] local psychics in their crystal [E] jewels and tried to find my old [C#m] mobile
sidekick phone from middle [F#m] school.
Just so maybe if you're [B] bored of fortune-telling tarot [E] cards and magic words, then you could
[C#m] tweet 140 characters [F#m] so I could throw away my [B] voodoo dolls and stop chanting my [E] doodoo
mantras that my guru [C#m] taught us.
And if you slide into some [F#m] YouTube comments, you could scroll to the [B] comment page or you
could leave it [E] blank.
If your spectre is [C#m] perceptible, we'd tell him it's a [G#] prank.
And if you still don't send [B] responses, I'd assume the problem's [E] technical, and I would
call [C#m] Verizon just so someone could [F#m] inspect it all.
I'd tell him I just [B] want a close encounter with a [E] spectral kind.
He'd ask if we turned [C#m] on our modem router for a [F#m] second time and plugged it in [B] correctly
to the voltage power [E] socket line and tried to tear a [C#m] portal hole through to your [F#m] paranormal
soul so me and you could [B] catch up on a tall, free-spirited [E] mortal call.
Or we could see a witch [C#m] doctor.
She'd probably be [F#m] skeptical.
Clinician with a [B] stethoscope, the specimen not [G#m] skeletal, the symptoms [C#m] metaphysical, the convalescent [F#m] soulless.
At first, your [B] diagnosis could be we should try [E] hypnosis.
But truthfully, if [C#m] you could choose the way that you're reborn, I hope you use the 3G
[B] phone and you eschew the Ouija [E] board.
And at this point, I don't [C#m] really know why I learned [F#m] ESP4.
Well, you could just [B] descend and settle in my USB [E] port or my NVIDIA [C#m] GeForce or my Video [F#m] 8V cord.
There's no need for Santa [B] Muerte when I've got a QWERTY [E] keyboard.
We could play a game of [C#m] eSports.
You and I'd be on a [F#m] team.
And if you're feeling [G#] odious, I'll put my audio on [E] stream.
I'll still have your favorite [G#m] games, babe.
I've got them all on [F#m] Steam.
We'll get started when you're [B] ready once you want me to [E] rescreen.
[G#m] It's been [C#m] far too long that [G#] you and I have [E] been alone.
[G#m] You could [F#m] rectify that [B] if you haunt me [E] through my phone.
[G#m] No, I don't [A] wanna deal with [G#] poodle dolls and [E] [G#m] figurines.
I could [F#m] do without them [B] if you'd haunt me through my screen.
[C#m] [F#m] [B] [E] [C#m] [F#m] [B]
Key:
B
C#m
E
F#m
G#m
B
C#m
E
_ _ [C#m] _ _ [F#m] _ _ [B] _ _
[E] _ _ [C#m] _ _ [D#] _ _ [B] Look, [E] I won't pretend I understand it, [C#m] babe, the afterlife and all, [F#m] but as you died, you
promised me [B] that you would try to write or call [E] and I've been waiting ever since.
[C#m] Every Sunday I hold seances with like-minded adults [B] and roll your corpse into the living
[E] room and try to find your pulse [C#m] and then repine at the results.
[F#m] I've even got my window fills [B] lined up with ultraviolet bulbs, [E] shrunken shrines of human
[C#m] skulls and other signs of the occult, [C#] but now I'm at a fucking loss [B] cause honey, nothing
seems to work.
Like I've been astrally projecting [C#m] my body beyond my dreams [F#m] through the fabric of space
and time [B] so you can spot me at the seams.
[E] I bet you're through the upside down [C#m] hoping you caught me in between, [F#m] but maybe if you've
got the tech, [B] then you can haunt me on my screens [E] like you should infiltrate my news [C#m] feed.
I swear no one would [F#m] notice.
You could float beside some [B] bogus Buzzfeed quiz about the POTUS, be a pixelated phantom
[C#m] ghost on clickbait propaganda [F#m] posts and dictate what you're [B] thinking through a catchy headline.
[E] Like one weird [C#m] reason why it's great to be [F#m] ethereal, or 20 signs you're dead [B] now and
your soul is [E] immaterial.
Or if it's late at night, [C#m] then you could swoop in from the shadow realm and talk to me through
pop [B]-up ads that show up over adult films on anything you're into.
[C#m] We could start with male-for [F#m]-facial, you could beam your inter [B]-spatial spirit into [E] interracial.
If you're feeling sort of [C#m] formal, we could pizza date on [F#m] Skype and I could call the corner
rover [B] and we could share the corner slice.
[E] When it's time to go to bed, [C#m] then we could leave our cameras [F#m] on.
And if the netherworld has one [B] day shipping free on Amazon, [E] then you could slumber if
you ship [C#m] yourself.
I swear the shit delivers [F#] quick.
Or send me the address [B] and I could meet you by the river [E] Styx.
I'm Twitter beef with an [C#m] umpire by the Tigris and [F#m] Eucrates.
I could snap you while I'm [B] snagging sacred threads of light from [E] Hades.
I would loot through odds and [C#m] photocopy pirate the papyrus, change the records, and then
have [B] a Facebook flame war with [G#m] Othyrus.
And either way, I [C#m] can't wait to talk or reunite.
[F#m] I've been so lonely since you [B] died, I've tried to walk towards the [E] light.
And if the gods of death oppose [C#m] our harmless want to [F#m] reconvene, then maybe we could sneak
you [B] by him if you haunt me through a screen.
[E] _ _ [G#m] It's been [F#m] far too long that [G#] you and I have [E] been alone.
[G#m] You could [F#m] rectify that [B] if you haunt me through [E] my phone.
[G#m] No, I don't [C#m] want to deal with [G#] voodoo dolls and [E] figurines.
[G#m] I could [F#m] do without them [B] if you'd haunt me through [E] my screen.
I'm just frustrated, I [C#m] guess.
I've hung out in countless [F#m] graveyards, drawn pentagrams from [B] slaughtered goats, and even
took a course [E] on hunting ghosts from [C#m] Pentecostal folks, but never once have gotten [F#] close.
Last month I sat with [B] local psychics in their crystal [E] jewels and tried to find my old [C#m] mobile
sidekick phone from middle [F#m] school.
Just so maybe if you're [B] bored of fortune-telling tarot [E] cards and magic words, then you could
[C#m] tweet 140 characters [F#m] so I could throw away my [B] voodoo dolls and stop chanting my [E] doodoo
mantras that my guru [C#m] taught us.
And if you slide into some [F#m] YouTube comments, you could scroll to the [B] comment page or you
could leave it [E] blank.
If your spectre is [C#m] perceptible, we'd tell him it's a [G#] prank.
And if you still don't send [B] responses, I'd assume the problem's [E] technical, and I would
call [C#m] Verizon just so someone could [F#m] inspect it all.
I'd tell him I just [B] want a close encounter with a [E] spectral kind.
He'd ask if we turned [C#m] on our modem router for a [F#m] second time and plugged it in [B] correctly
to the voltage power [E] socket line and tried to tear a [C#m] portal hole through to your [F#m] paranormal
soul so me and you could [B] catch up on a tall, free-spirited [E] mortal call.
Or we could see a witch [C#m] doctor.
She'd probably be [F#m] skeptical.
Clinician with a [B] stethoscope, the specimen not [G#m] skeletal, the symptoms [C#m] metaphysical, the convalescent [F#m] soulless.
At first, your [B] diagnosis could be we should try [E] hypnosis.
But truthfully, if [C#m] you could choose the way that you're reborn, I hope you use the 3G
[B] phone and you eschew the Ouija [E] board.
And at this point, I don't [C#m] really know why I learned [F#m] ESP4.
Well, you could just [B] descend and settle in my USB [E] port or my NVIDIA [C#m] GeForce or my Video [F#m] 8V cord.
There's no need for Santa [B] Muerte when I've got a QWERTY [E] keyboard.
We could play a game of [C#m] eSports.
You and I'd be on a [F#m] team.
And if you're feeling [G#] odious, I'll put my audio on [E] stream.
I'll still have your favorite [G#m] games, babe.
I've got them all on [F#m] Steam.
We'll get started when you're [B] ready once you want me to [E] rescreen.
_ [G#m] It's been [C#m] far too long that [G#] you and I have [E] been alone.
[G#m] You could [F#m] rectify that [B] if you haunt me [E] through my phone.
[G#m] No, I don't [A] wanna deal with [G#] poodle dolls and [E] [G#m] figurines.
I could [F#m] do without them [B] if you'd haunt me through my screen.
_ [C#m] _ _ [F#m] _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _ _ [C#m] _ _ [F#m] _ _ [B] _ _
[E] _ _ [C#m] _ _ [D#] _ _ [B] Look, [E] I won't pretend I understand it, [C#m] babe, the afterlife and all, [F#m] but as you died, you
promised me [B] that you would try to write or call [E] and I've been waiting ever since.
[C#m] Every Sunday I hold seances with like-minded adults [B] and roll your corpse into the living
[E] room and try to find your pulse [C#m] and then repine at the results.
[F#m] I've even got my window fills [B] lined up with ultraviolet bulbs, [E] shrunken shrines of human
[C#m] skulls and other signs of the occult, [C#] but now I'm at a fucking loss [B] cause honey, nothing
seems to work.
Like I've been astrally projecting [C#m] my body beyond my dreams [F#m] through the fabric of space
and time [B] so you can spot me at the seams.
[E] I bet you're through the upside down [C#m] hoping you caught me in between, [F#m] but maybe if you've
got the tech, [B] then you can haunt me on my screens [E] like you should infiltrate my news [C#m] feed.
I swear no one would [F#m] notice.
You could float beside some [B] bogus Buzzfeed quiz about the POTUS, be a pixelated phantom
[C#m] ghost on clickbait propaganda [F#m] posts and dictate what you're [B] thinking through a catchy headline.
[E] Like one weird [C#m] reason why it's great to be [F#m] ethereal, or 20 signs you're dead [B] now and
your soul is [E] immaterial.
Or if it's late at night, [C#m] then you could swoop in from the shadow realm and talk to me through
pop [B]-up ads that show up over adult films on anything you're into.
[C#m] We could start with male-for [F#m]-facial, you could beam your inter [B]-spatial spirit into [E] interracial.
If you're feeling sort of [C#m] formal, we could pizza date on [F#m] Skype and I could call the corner
rover [B] and we could share the corner slice.
[E] When it's time to go to bed, [C#m] then we could leave our cameras [F#m] on.
And if the netherworld has one [B] day shipping free on Amazon, [E] then you could slumber if
you ship [C#m] yourself.
I swear the shit delivers [F#] quick.
Or send me the address [B] and I could meet you by the river [E] Styx.
I'm Twitter beef with an [C#m] umpire by the Tigris and [F#m] Eucrates.
I could snap you while I'm [B] snagging sacred threads of light from [E] Hades.
I would loot through odds and [C#m] photocopy pirate the papyrus, change the records, and then
have [B] a Facebook flame war with [G#m] Othyrus.
And either way, I [C#m] can't wait to talk or reunite.
[F#m] I've been so lonely since you [B] died, I've tried to walk towards the [E] light.
And if the gods of death oppose [C#m] our harmless want to [F#m] reconvene, then maybe we could sneak
you [B] by him if you haunt me through a screen.
[E] _ _ [G#m] It's been [F#m] far too long that [G#] you and I have [E] been alone.
[G#m] You could [F#m] rectify that [B] if you haunt me through [E] my phone.
[G#m] No, I don't [C#m] want to deal with [G#] voodoo dolls and [E] figurines.
[G#m] I could [F#m] do without them [B] if you'd haunt me through [E] my screen.
I'm just frustrated, I [C#m] guess.
I've hung out in countless [F#m] graveyards, drawn pentagrams from [B] slaughtered goats, and even
took a course [E] on hunting ghosts from [C#m] Pentecostal folks, but never once have gotten [F#] close.
Last month I sat with [B] local psychics in their crystal [E] jewels and tried to find my old [C#m] mobile
sidekick phone from middle [F#m] school.
Just so maybe if you're [B] bored of fortune-telling tarot [E] cards and magic words, then you could
[C#m] tweet 140 characters [F#m] so I could throw away my [B] voodoo dolls and stop chanting my [E] doodoo
mantras that my guru [C#m] taught us.
And if you slide into some [F#m] YouTube comments, you could scroll to the [B] comment page or you
could leave it [E] blank.
If your spectre is [C#m] perceptible, we'd tell him it's a [G#] prank.
And if you still don't send [B] responses, I'd assume the problem's [E] technical, and I would
call [C#m] Verizon just so someone could [F#m] inspect it all.
I'd tell him I just [B] want a close encounter with a [E] spectral kind.
He'd ask if we turned [C#m] on our modem router for a [F#m] second time and plugged it in [B] correctly
to the voltage power [E] socket line and tried to tear a [C#m] portal hole through to your [F#m] paranormal
soul so me and you could [B] catch up on a tall, free-spirited [E] mortal call.
Or we could see a witch [C#m] doctor.
She'd probably be [F#m] skeptical.
Clinician with a [B] stethoscope, the specimen not [G#m] skeletal, the symptoms [C#m] metaphysical, the convalescent [F#m] soulless.
At first, your [B] diagnosis could be we should try [E] hypnosis.
But truthfully, if [C#m] you could choose the way that you're reborn, I hope you use the 3G
[B] phone and you eschew the Ouija [E] board.
And at this point, I don't [C#m] really know why I learned [F#m] ESP4.
Well, you could just [B] descend and settle in my USB [E] port or my NVIDIA [C#m] GeForce or my Video [F#m] 8V cord.
There's no need for Santa [B] Muerte when I've got a QWERTY [E] keyboard.
We could play a game of [C#m] eSports.
You and I'd be on a [F#m] team.
And if you're feeling [G#] odious, I'll put my audio on [E] stream.
I'll still have your favorite [G#m] games, babe.
I've got them all on [F#m] Steam.
We'll get started when you're [B] ready once you want me to [E] rescreen.
_ [G#m] It's been [C#m] far too long that [G#] you and I have [E] been alone.
[G#m] You could [F#m] rectify that [B] if you haunt me [E] through my phone.
[G#m] No, I don't [A] wanna deal with [G#] poodle dolls and [E] [G#m] figurines.
I could [F#m] do without them [B] if you'd haunt me through my screen.
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