The Upper Classes Chords by The Auteurs

Tempo:
83.85 bpm
Chords used:

F#

Bm

C#

G

A

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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The Auteurs  -  The upper classes chords
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[A] [C#]
[Em] [F#]
[Bm] [F#]
[Bm] [D] [E]
[A] Summer [C#] is lost.
[G] [Em] Stole from [F#] your loving [Bm] summer.
Make you glow in the [F#] dark.
[Bm] Make you [D] light [E] up the room on your [A] own.
[C#]
[G] Promise is [C#] what a tragedy.
[F#] Pass that time [Bm] somehow.
I'm [F#] in cahoots
[Bm] with the [E] upper classes [G] now.
Put it all in a [F#m] trust fund.
She can't touch, though she's [Bm] 21.
Amazing, the cruel hand of [D] fate.
Attacks, lost against the [G] state.
Had to move, return for [F#] shit.
Rather be anywhere than [B] here.
Champagne hides and the beauty [D] lies.
[C#]
[A] Apologize.
How [C#] scarce the pain.
[G] [C#] Can't believe that [F#] the vanishing point [Bm] appeared.
Hardly [F#] believe.
[Bm] People living [E] as is.
[A] Behind trees.
[C#] Formative years.
[G] [Em] What a drag, but [F#] we've passed that time [Bm] somehow.
I'm [F#] in cahoots, oh.
[Bm] With the upper [E] classes [G] now.
That girl's really got it [F#m] sus.
Selling what?
Selling [Bm] drugs.
You can get so far with a perishing [D] wit.
The money's in trust, isn't [G] it?
Well, change this, now you're holding [F#] face.
You don't have the right [B] name on the champagne's lies.
The beauty [D] lies.
[C#]
[A] Apologize.
Some of [C#] your friends.
[G] [C#] From your other [F#] life.
Just don't [Bm] belong.
They're crude and [F#] they're plain.
[Bm] It's not their fault, it's [E] the wealth they're from.
[A] [Am] [C#]
[G] [C#] [F#] [F#m]
[Bm] [F#]
[Bm] [E]
[A] [C#]
[G] [C#] [F#]
[Bm] [F#]
[Bm] [E]
[G] [A]
[D] [F#] [B] [Bm] [F#]
[G] [A]
[D] [F#] [Bm] [F#]
[G] You can't come here no [F#m] more.
Unless you use the tradesman's [Bm] door.
There's nothing wrong with inherited [D] wealth.
If you melt the silver [G] yourself.
Put it on, it ain't trust [F#] worth.
She's a rarity, 21.
[B] Out of champagne's lies.
The giddy [D] lies.
[C#]
[Bm] Apologize.
[F#m] [D] Apologize.
[C#] Apologize.
[A] Some of [C#] the clothes.
The [G] [C#] stuff from [F#] your life is no [Bm] more.
Better than [F#] the clothes.
[Bm] The stuff from [E] the shops are our [A] own.
For many [C#] years.
[G] [C#] What a drag, but [F#] we passed that time.
[Bm] Somehow.
I'm in [F#] clothes.
[Bm] With the upper [E] classes.
Now, [A] now, now.
[Am] [C#] [G] [C#] [F#] [F#m]
[Bm] [F#]
[Bm] [E]
[A] [C#]
[G] [C#] [F#] [F#m]
[Bm] [F#]
[Bm] [E]
[A] [C#]
[G] [C#] [F#]
[Bm] [D]
[Bm] [E]
[A]
[N]
Key:  
F#
134211112
Bm
13421112
C#
12341114
G
2131
A
1231
F#
134211112
Bm
13421112
C#
12341114
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To learn The Auteurs - The Upper Classes chords, begin by getting comfortable with these sequence: C#, F#, Bm, F#, C#, A, C#, G and C#. For best results, commence at 41 BPM and progress to the song's BPM of 84. To match your vocal range and chord inclination, adjust the capo in line with the key: A Major.

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[A] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ Summer [C#] is lost. _
[G] _ _ [Em] Stole from [F#] your loving [Bm] summer.
Make you glow in the [F#] dark. _ _
[Bm] _ Make you [D] light [E] up the room on your [A] own.
_ _ [C#] _ _ _
[G] Promise is [C#] what a tragedy.
[F#] Pass that time [Bm] _ somehow.
I'm [F#] in cahoots _ _
[Bm] _ with the [E] upper classes [G] now.
Put it all in a [F#m] trust fund.
She can't touch, though she's [Bm] 21.
Amazing, the cruel hand of [D] fate.
Attacks, lost against the [G] state.
Had to move, return for [F#] shit.
Rather be anywhere than [B] here.
Champagne hides and the beauty [D] lies.
_ _ [C#]
[A] Apologize.
_ How [C#] scarce the pain. _ _
[G] _ [C#] Can't believe that [F#] the vanishing point [Bm] appeared.
Hardly [F#] believe. _ _
[Bm] _ People living [E] as is.
[A] Behind trees.
[C#] Formative _ years.
[G] _ [Em] What a drag, but [F#] we've passed that time [Bm] somehow.
I'm [F#] in cahoots, oh.
[Bm] _ With the upper [E] _ classes [G] now.
That girl's really got it [F#m] sus.
Selling what?
Selling [Bm] drugs.
You can get so far with a perishing [D] wit.
The money's in trust, isn't [G] it?
Well, change this, now you're holding [F#] face.
You don't have the right [B] name on the champagne's lies.
The beauty [D] lies.
_ _ [C#]
[A] Apologize.
_ Some of [C#] your friends. _
[G] _ [C#] From your other [F#] life.
Just don't [Bm] belong.
They're crude and [F#] they're plain. _ _
[Bm] It's not their fault, it's [E] the wealth they're from.
[A] _ _ _ [Am] _ [C#] _ _ _ _
[G] _ [C#] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ [F#m] _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
[G] _ [C#] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ [F#] _ _ [B] _ [Bm] _ [F#] _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ [F#] _ _ [Bm] _ _ [F#] _ _
[G] You can't come here no [F#m] more.
Unless you use the tradesman's [Bm] door.
There's nothing wrong with inherited [D] wealth.
If you melt the silver [G] yourself.
Put it on, it ain't trust [F#] worth.
She's a rarity, 21.
[B] Out of champagne's lies.
The giddy [D] lies.
_ _ [C#]
[Bm] Apologize.
_ _ [F#m] [D] Apologize.
_ [C#] Apologize.
[A] _ _ Some of [C#] the clothes.
The [G] _ [C#] _ stuff from [F#] your life is no [Bm] more.
_ Better than [F#] the clothes. _ _
[Bm] _ The stuff from [E] the shops are our [A] own.
_ For many [C#] years. _ _
[G] _ [C#] What a drag, but [F#] we passed that time.
[Bm] Somehow.
I'm in [F#] clothes. _
[Bm] With the upper [E] _ classes.
Now, [A] now, now.
[Am] _ [C#] _ _ _ _ [G] _ [C#] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ [F#m] _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
[G] _ [C#] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ [F#m] _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
[G] _ [C#] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _

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