Knee Socks Arctic Monkeys subtitulada español - inglés Chords
Tempo:
103.65 bpm
Chords used:
Em
C
G
B
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Em] [D] [Em]
[C] [Bm] [E]
[G] [Em] [D] [Em]
[C] [A] [Bm]
[Em] [F#] [Em] You got the light on in the afternoon, the nights are drawn out long, and your kisses
you put through the gloom, with a cough drop colored tongue.
You were sitting in the corner with the cold [C] salt piled high, and I [B] thought you might be [Em] mine.
In a small [D] world I'm an exception, in [G] the rainy [C] Tuesday night, in the [B] right place and [Em] time.
And you see those red lips on a 24 hour clock, [C] and you know who's lovin' me [Em] the more the
number of clocks.
And you walked around your house wearing a scabbard and a costume, [C] you're a [Em] piece of nothing.
[F#] [Em] Well you cured my January blues.
Yeah you made it [G#m] all alright.
I got a feeling I might have little very few, that you were trying not to lie.
[Em] You were a stranger in my phone book, I was [C] acting like I knew, cause I [B] had nothing to lose.
[Em]
When the [G] winter's in full swing and your dreams [C] just aren't coming true, ain't [B] it funny what
y [Em]'all do.
And you see those red lips on a 24 hour clock, [C] and you know who's lovin' me the [Bm] more the
[Em] number of clocks.
And you walked around your house wearing a [A] scabbard and [G] a costume, [C] you're a piece of nothing.
[Bm] [Em] [Am] Well late afternoon, I'm [C] hosting your room, at your [Em] office door, feeling a broom, [D] I'll
be your knocking booth, never [C] stop you letting me get a hold of the [B] sweet spot, by the [Em] skill
to your knee socks.
So me could have been the kid in the big streets, you could be my baby, me child of hope.
[G]
[C] [Em]
[G] [Am] [Em]
And you see those red lips on a 24 hour clock, [C] and you know who's lovin' [Em] me the more the
number of clocks.
And you walked around your house wearing a [G] scabbard and a costume, you're [Am] a piece [Em] of nothing.
Well you see those red lips on a 24 [Gm] hour clock, and you know [Em] who's lovin' me the more the
number of clocks.
And you walked around your house wearing [E] a scabbard and a costume, you're [C] a piece of nothing.
[Em]
Me child of [E]
hope.
Me child of hope.
[C] [Bm] [E]
[G] [Em] [D] [Em]
[C] [A] [Bm]
[Em] [F#] [Em] You got the light on in the afternoon, the nights are drawn out long, and your kisses
you put through the gloom, with a cough drop colored tongue.
You were sitting in the corner with the cold [C] salt piled high, and I [B] thought you might be [Em] mine.
In a small [D] world I'm an exception, in [G] the rainy [C] Tuesday night, in the [B] right place and [Em] time.
And you see those red lips on a 24 hour clock, [C] and you know who's lovin' me [Em] the more the
number of clocks.
And you walked around your house wearing a scabbard and a costume, [C] you're a [Em] piece of nothing.
[F#] [Em] Well you cured my January blues.
Yeah you made it [G#m] all alright.
I got a feeling I might have little very few, that you were trying not to lie.
[Em] You were a stranger in my phone book, I was [C] acting like I knew, cause I [B] had nothing to lose.
[Em]
When the [G] winter's in full swing and your dreams [C] just aren't coming true, ain't [B] it funny what
y [Em]'all do.
And you see those red lips on a 24 hour clock, [C] and you know who's lovin' me the [Bm] more the
[Em] number of clocks.
And you walked around your house wearing a [A] scabbard and [G] a costume, [C] you're a piece of nothing.
[Bm] [Em] [Am] Well late afternoon, I'm [C] hosting your room, at your [Em] office door, feeling a broom, [D] I'll
be your knocking booth, never [C] stop you letting me get a hold of the [B] sweet spot, by the [Em] skill
to your knee socks.
So me could have been the kid in the big streets, you could be my baby, me child of hope.
[G]
[C] [Em]
[G] [Am] [Em]
And you see those red lips on a 24 hour clock, [C] and you know who's lovin' [Em] me the more the
number of clocks.
And you walked around your house wearing a [G] scabbard and a costume, you're [Am] a piece [Em] of nothing.
Well you see those red lips on a 24 [Gm] hour clock, and you know [Em] who's lovin' me the more the
number of clocks.
And you walked around your house wearing [E] a scabbard and a costume, you're [C] a piece of nothing.
[Em]
Me child of [E]
hope.
Me child of hope.
Key:
Em
C
G
B
D
Em
C
G
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [Em] _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ [E] _
[G] _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ [Em] _
_ _ _ [C] _ [A] _ _ _ [Bm] _
[Em] _ _ [F#] _ _ [Em] _ _ You got the light on in the afternoon, _ _ the nights are drawn out long, _ _ and your kisses
you put through the gloom, _ with a cough drop colored tongue. _ _
You were sitting in the corner with the cold [C] salt piled high, and I [B] thought you might be _ [Em] mine.
In a small [D] world I'm an exception, in [G] the rainy [C] Tuesday night, in the [B] right place and [Em] time.
And you see those red lips on a 24 hour clock, [C] and you know who's lovin' me [Em] the more the
number of clocks.
And you walked around your house wearing a scabbard and a costume, [C] you're a [Em] piece of nothing. _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ [Em] _ _ Well you cured my January blues.
_ Yeah you made it [G#m] all alright.
_ I got a feeling I might have little very few, _ _ that you were trying not to lie.
[Em] _ _ _ You were a stranger in my phone book, I was [C] acting like I knew, cause I [B] had nothing to lose.
_ [Em] _ _
When the [G] winter's in full swing and your dreams [C] just aren't coming true, ain't [B] it funny what
y [Em]'all do.
And you see those red lips on a 24 hour clock, [C] and you know who's lovin' me the [Bm] more the
[Em] number of clocks.
And you walked around your house wearing a [A] scabbard and [G] a costume, [C] you're a piece of nothing.
[Bm] _ [Em] _ _ _ [Am] Well late afternoon, I'm [C] hosting your room, at your [Em] office door, feeling a broom, [D] I'll
be your knocking booth, never [C] stop you letting me get a hold of the [B] sweet spot, by the [Em] skill
to your knee socks.
So me could have _ _ _ _ been the kid in the big streets, you could be my baby, _ _ _ _ _ _ me child of hope.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ And you see those red lips on a 24 hour clock, [C] and you know who's lovin' [Em] me the more the
number of clocks.
And you walked around your house wearing a [G] scabbard and a costume, you're [Am] a piece [Em] of nothing.
_ _ _ _ Well you see those red lips on a 24 [Gm] hour clock, and you know [Em] who's lovin' me the more the
number of clocks.
And you walked around _ your house wearing [E] a scabbard and a costume, you're [C] a piece of nothing.
[Em] _ _ _ _
Me child of _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ hope. _ _
Me child of hope. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ [E] _
[G] _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ [Em] _
_ _ _ [C] _ [A] _ _ _ [Bm] _
[Em] _ _ [F#] _ _ [Em] _ _ You got the light on in the afternoon, _ _ the nights are drawn out long, _ _ and your kisses
you put through the gloom, _ with a cough drop colored tongue. _ _
You were sitting in the corner with the cold [C] salt piled high, and I [B] thought you might be _ [Em] mine.
In a small [D] world I'm an exception, in [G] the rainy [C] Tuesday night, in the [B] right place and [Em] time.
And you see those red lips on a 24 hour clock, [C] and you know who's lovin' me [Em] the more the
number of clocks.
And you walked around your house wearing a scabbard and a costume, [C] you're a [Em] piece of nothing. _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ [Em] _ _ Well you cured my January blues.
_ Yeah you made it [G#m] all alright.
_ I got a feeling I might have little very few, _ _ that you were trying not to lie.
[Em] _ _ _ You were a stranger in my phone book, I was [C] acting like I knew, cause I [B] had nothing to lose.
_ [Em] _ _
When the [G] winter's in full swing and your dreams [C] just aren't coming true, ain't [B] it funny what
y [Em]'all do.
And you see those red lips on a 24 hour clock, [C] and you know who's lovin' me the [Bm] more the
[Em] number of clocks.
And you walked around your house wearing a [A] scabbard and [G] a costume, [C] you're a piece of nothing.
[Bm] _ [Em] _ _ _ [Am] Well late afternoon, I'm [C] hosting your room, at your [Em] office door, feeling a broom, [D] I'll
be your knocking booth, never [C] stop you letting me get a hold of the [B] sweet spot, by the [Em] skill
to your knee socks.
So me could have _ _ _ _ been the kid in the big streets, you could be my baby, _ _ _ _ _ _ me child of hope.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ And you see those red lips on a 24 hour clock, [C] and you know who's lovin' [Em] me the more the
number of clocks.
And you walked around your house wearing a [G] scabbard and a costume, you're [Am] a piece [Em] of nothing.
_ _ _ _ Well you see those red lips on a 24 [Gm] hour clock, and you know [Em] who's lovin' me the more the
number of clocks.
And you walked around _ your house wearing [E] a scabbard and a costume, you're [C] a piece of nothing.
[Em] _ _ _ _
Me child of _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ hope. _ _
Me child of hope. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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