Ren - Bittersweet Symphony (The Verve) Chords
Tempo:
163.05 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
Bm
C#m
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E] [Bm]
[A]
[C#m] [Bm]
[A] I've [C#m] got dirt on my Reeboks from [B] staying up all [A] night
Spent my last £10 on this pack of Marlborough [C#m] lights
I phoned up Stevie, I said, [Bm] gee, you alright?
He said, [A] it's six in the morning, brother, get some shot [E] eye
I feel a sense of wellbeing [Bm] this time in the morning
[D] Wear my heart out of my hoodie while [A] the city is snoring
[C#m] Drunks falling off the sidewalks [Bm] get issued a warning
Distant sirens, [A] they crescendo like a symphony calling
This [E] is the Britain I know, this is the [Bm] Britain I love
There's poetry inside this [A] city if you listen enough
[E] Working class casualties out on the [Bm] streets sleep rough
While a [E] mother with her [A] baby takes her pram to the pub
And while [E] she's knocking them down, the cost [Bm] of living goes up
I can't [A] relate to politicians with their head in the mud
I [E] resonate with messy Fridays with [Bm] the boy smoking bud
We do [A] our bit to numb the struggle, as below so above
And [E] as above so below, here [Bm] in the city we glow
I blow [E] a smoke ring up to heaven and it makes [A] a halo
[E] And then the clock strikes seven, guess it's [Bm] time to head home
[E] My companion is the city so I'm never alone
I'm stepping in and out of gaps as the pavement cracks
And if I go to sleep now, that's an [F#m] anti [E]-climax
People rise for work and [Bm] the sun mirrors that
[E] A perfect jockstrap position for those out on the lash
Bear with me
It's beautiful, I think it's irrefutable
There's beauty in the [A] contradicting Britain, [C#m] indisputable
[E]
Junkie in a cubicle, that old spoon is usable
[B] His mother's in a black suit, [A] crying at a funeral
[E] Nine to five, fruitable, this route is not commutable
A [Dm] kid falls off the tracks and then he [A] serves a scratch at [E] Jubilal
Libby's at the dolies but her disposition's [Am] humorful
While Davey's at the bookies and his [A] mates call him [E] delusional
Britain, drink it [Bm] down and moan about the weather
When [A] the sun starts shining, feel the factor ten [E] tremor
Boys will be boys, we'll be in it together
Until the fists start flying [A] like the Conor McGregor
[E] And then he's out
I think he [Bm] took it too far, I [Em] think the boy saw red
I [A] think he hit him too hard, now [E] he's face down on the pavement
With [Bm] a face full of tar, mad [A] how small altercations can define who we are
[E] That's my cue, I guess it's [Bm] time to head home
It's [E] bittersweet how my high found its way to below
And I've said it once before, as [Bm] above so below
[E] Living on the streets of Britain, you [A] just go with the flow
But [E] I'm done, I'm [Bm] out for the night
As [A] the sun paints the pavement, so I'll turn out the light
[C#m] White noise on the radio to [B] quiet my mind
[A] Always was an over-thinker, just the way I'm designed
[E] Britain, drink it [B] down and moan about the weather
When it's [A] all said and done, we'll be in it all together
[E] Boys will be boys, we'll be [B] like it forever
[N] It's a bittersweet symphony, we're birds of a feather
[A]
[C#m] [Bm]
[A] I've [C#m] got dirt on my Reeboks from [B] staying up all [A] night
Spent my last £10 on this pack of Marlborough [C#m] lights
I phoned up Stevie, I said, [Bm] gee, you alright?
He said, [A] it's six in the morning, brother, get some shot [E] eye
I feel a sense of wellbeing [Bm] this time in the morning
[D] Wear my heart out of my hoodie while [A] the city is snoring
[C#m] Drunks falling off the sidewalks [Bm] get issued a warning
Distant sirens, [A] they crescendo like a symphony calling
This [E] is the Britain I know, this is the [Bm] Britain I love
There's poetry inside this [A] city if you listen enough
[E] Working class casualties out on the [Bm] streets sleep rough
While a [E] mother with her [A] baby takes her pram to the pub
And while [E] she's knocking them down, the cost [Bm] of living goes up
I can't [A] relate to politicians with their head in the mud
I [E] resonate with messy Fridays with [Bm] the boy smoking bud
We do [A] our bit to numb the struggle, as below so above
And [E] as above so below, here [Bm] in the city we glow
I blow [E] a smoke ring up to heaven and it makes [A] a halo
[E] And then the clock strikes seven, guess it's [Bm] time to head home
[E] My companion is the city so I'm never alone
I'm stepping in and out of gaps as the pavement cracks
And if I go to sleep now, that's an [F#m] anti [E]-climax
People rise for work and [Bm] the sun mirrors that
[E] A perfect jockstrap position for those out on the lash
Bear with me
It's beautiful, I think it's irrefutable
There's beauty in the [A] contradicting Britain, [C#m] indisputable
[E]
Junkie in a cubicle, that old spoon is usable
[B] His mother's in a black suit, [A] crying at a funeral
[E] Nine to five, fruitable, this route is not commutable
A [Dm] kid falls off the tracks and then he [A] serves a scratch at [E] Jubilal
Libby's at the dolies but her disposition's [Am] humorful
While Davey's at the bookies and his [A] mates call him [E] delusional
Britain, drink it [Bm] down and moan about the weather
When [A] the sun starts shining, feel the factor ten [E] tremor
Boys will be boys, we'll be in it together
Until the fists start flying [A] like the Conor McGregor
[E] And then he's out
I think he [Bm] took it too far, I [Em] think the boy saw red
I [A] think he hit him too hard, now [E] he's face down on the pavement
With [Bm] a face full of tar, mad [A] how small altercations can define who we are
[E] That's my cue, I guess it's [Bm] time to head home
It's [E] bittersweet how my high found its way to below
And I've said it once before, as [Bm] above so below
[E] Living on the streets of Britain, you [A] just go with the flow
But [E] I'm done, I'm [Bm] out for the night
As [A] the sun paints the pavement, so I'll turn out the light
[C#m] White noise on the radio to [B] quiet my mind
[A] Always was an over-thinker, just the way I'm designed
[E] Britain, drink it [B] down and moan about the weather
When it's [A] all said and done, we'll be in it all together
[E] Boys will be boys, we'll be [B] like it forever
[N] It's a bittersweet symphony, we're birds of a feather
Key:
E
A
Bm
C#m
B
E
A
Bm
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C#m] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ I've [C#m] got dirt on my Reeboks from [B] staying up all [A] night
Spent my last £10 on this pack of Marlborough [C#m] lights
I phoned up Stevie, I said, [Bm] gee, you alright?
He said, [A] it's six in the morning, brother, get some shot [E] eye
I feel a sense of wellbeing [Bm] this time in the morning
[D] Wear my heart out of my hoodie while [A] the city is snoring
[C#m] Drunks falling off the sidewalks [Bm] get issued a warning
Distant sirens, [A] they crescendo like a symphony calling
This [E] is the Britain I know, this is the [Bm] Britain I love
There's poetry inside this [A] city if you listen enough
[E] Working class casualties out on the [Bm] streets sleep rough
While a [E] mother with her [A] baby takes her pram to the pub
And while [E] she's knocking them down, the cost [Bm] of living goes up
I can't [A] relate to politicians with their head in the mud
I [E] resonate with messy Fridays with [Bm] the boy smoking bud
We do [A] our bit to numb the struggle, as below so above
And [E] as above so below, here [Bm] in the city we glow
I blow [E] a smoke ring up to heaven and it makes [A] a halo
[E] And then the clock strikes seven, guess it's [Bm] time to head home
[E] My companion is the city so I'm never alone
I'm stepping in and out of gaps as the pavement cracks
And if I go to sleep now, that's an [F#m] anti [E]-climax
People rise for work and [Bm] the sun mirrors that
[E] A perfect jockstrap position for those out on the lash
Bear with me
It's beautiful, I think it's irrefutable
There's beauty in the [A] contradicting Britain, [C#m] indisputable
[E]
Junkie in a cubicle, that old spoon is usable
[B] His mother's in a black suit, [A] crying at a funeral
[E] Nine to five, fruitable, this route is not commutable
A [Dm] kid falls off the tracks and then he [A] serves a scratch at [E] Jubilal
Libby's at the dolies but her disposition's [Am] humorful
While Davey's at the bookies and his [A] mates call him [E] delusional
Britain, drink it [Bm] down and moan about the weather
When [A] the sun starts shining, feel the factor ten [E] tremor
Boys will be boys, we'll be in it together
Until the fists start flying [A] like the Conor McGregor
[E] And then he's out
I think he [Bm] took it too far, I [Em] think the boy saw red
I [A] think he hit him too hard, now [E] he's face down on the pavement
With [Bm] a face full of tar, mad [A] how small altercations can define who we are
[E] That's my cue, I guess it's [Bm] time to head home
It's [E] bittersweet how my high found its way to below
And I've said it once before, as [Bm] above so below
[E] Living on the streets of Britain, you [A] just go with the flow
But [E] I'm done, I'm [Bm] out for the night
As [A] the sun paints the pavement, so I'll turn out the light
[C#m] White noise on the radio to [B] quiet my mind
[A] Always was an over-thinker, just the way I'm designed
[E] Britain, drink it [B] down and moan about the weather
When it's [A] all said and done, we'll be in it all together
[E] Boys will be boys, we'll be [B] like it forever
[N] It's a bittersweet symphony, we're birds of a feather _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C#m] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ I've [C#m] got dirt on my Reeboks from [B] staying up all [A] night
Spent my last £10 on this pack of Marlborough [C#m] lights
I phoned up Stevie, I said, [Bm] gee, you alright?
He said, [A] it's six in the morning, brother, get some shot [E] eye
I feel a sense of wellbeing [Bm] this time in the morning
[D] Wear my heart out of my hoodie while [A] the city is snoring
[C#m] Drunks falling off the sidewalks [Bm] get issued a warning
Distant sirens, [A] they crescendo like a symphony calling
This [E] is the Britain I know, this is the [Bm] Britain I love
There's poetry inside this [A] city if you listen enough
[E] Working class casualties out on the [Bm] streets sleep rough
While a [E] mother with her [A] baby takes her pram to the pub
And while [E] she's knocking them down, the cost [Bm] of living goes up
I can't [A] relate to politicians with their head in the mud
I [E] resonate with messy Fridays with [Bm] the boy smoking bud
We do [A] our bit to numb the struggle, as below so above
And [E] as above so below, here [Bm] in the city we glow
I blow [E] a smoke ring up to heaven and it makes [A] a halo
[E] And then the clock strikes seven, guess it's [Bm] time to head home
[E] My companion is the city so I'm never alone
I'm stepping in and out of gaps as the pavement cracks
And if I go to sleep now, that's an [F#m] anti [E]-climax
People rise for work and [Bm] the sun mirrors that
[E] A perfect jockstrap position for those out on the lash
Bear with me
It's beautiful, I think it's irrefutable
There's beauty in the [A] contradicting Britain, [C#m] indisputable
[E]
Junkie in a cubicle, that old spoon is usable
[B] His mother's in a black suit, [A] crying at a funeral
[E] Nine to five, fruitable, this route is not commutable
A [Dm] kid falls off the tracks and then he [A] serves a scratch at [E] Jubilal
Libby's at the dolies but her disposition's [Am] humorful
While Davey's at the bookies and his [A] mates call him [E] delusional
Britain, drink it [Bm] down and moan about the weather
When [A] the sun starts shining, feel the factor ten [E] tremor
Boys will be boys, we'll be in it together
Until the fists start flying [A] like the Conor McGregor
[E] And then he's out
I think he [Bm] took it too far, I [Em] think the boy saw red
I [A] think he hit him too hard, now [E] he's face down on the pavement
With [Bm] a face full of tar, mad [A] how small altercations can define who we are
[E] That's my cue, I guess it's [Bm] time to head home
It's [E] bittersweet how my high found its way to below
And I've said it once before, as [Bm] above so below
[E] Living on the streets of Britain, you [A] just go with the flow
But [E] I'm done, I'm [Bm] out for the night
As [A] the sun paints the pavement, so I'll turn out the light
[C#m] White noise on the radio to [B] quiet my mind
[A] Always was an over-thinker, just the way I'm designed
[E] Britain, drink it [B] down and moan about the weather
When it's [A] all said and done, we'll be in it all together
[E] Boys will be boys, we'll be [B] like it forever
[N] It's a bittersweet symphony, we're birds of a feather _ _ _ _
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