Chords for The Police - Synchronicity II Guitar Backing Track (No Guitar)
Tempo:
79.4 bpm
Chords used:
A
G
E
D
C#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A#]
[F#] [F#]
[F#m] Another [A]
suburban [G] family mourning, [A]
grandmother [C#m] screaming [G] at the wall.
[A]
We have to shout above [G] the din of our rice crispies.
[A]
We can't hear anything.
[G] [A]
Mother Chancellor is a knee of boredom and frustration, but we know all her suicides are fake.
[D]
There's only so much more that he [E] can take.
[A]
Many miles away, [G] something crawled from the slime [E] at the bottom of a dark Scottish lake.
[A]
Another industrial ugly [G] morning, [A] the factory [C#] bell shares filth into [G] the sky.
[A]
He [C#] walks unhindered [G] through the picket lines today.
[A]
He [C#] doesn't think to [G] wonder why.
[A] The secretary's poutin' green like cheetahs in a red light street, but all he ever thinks to do is watch.
[D] But every single meeting with his so-called superior is a humiliating kick in the crotch.
[E] [E] [A]
Many miles away, [G] something crawls to the surface [E] of a dark Scottish lark.
[F#]
[A]
Another working day [G] has ended.
[A]
Only [C#] the rush of hell [G] to face.
[A]
Packed like [C#] lemmings into [G] shiny metal boxes, [A] contestants in a suicidal [G] race.
[A] Daddy grips the wheel and stares [A] alone into the distance.
He knows that something somewhere has to break.
He [D] sees the fire blooming in his eyes, the pain upstairs that makes his [E] eyeballs ache.
[A] Many miles away, [G] there's a shadow on [F] the door of a cottage [E] on the shore of a dark
[Dm] [Em] Scottish lake.
[E]
Many miles away, [D]
many [E] miles away, [D]
many [E] miles away, [D]
many [E] miles away.
[D]
[F#] [F#]
[F#m] Another [A]
suburban [G] family mourning, [A]
grandmother [C#m] screaming [G] at the wall.
[A]
We have to shout above [G] the din of our rice crispies.
[A]
We can't hear anything.
[G] [A]
Mother Chancellor is a knee of boredom and frustration, but we know all her suicides are fake.
[D]
There's only so much more that he [E] can take.
[A]
Many miles away, [G] something crawled from the slime [E] at the bottom of a dark Scottish lake.
[A]
Another industrial ugly [G] morning, [A] the factory [C#] bell shares filth into [G] the sky.
[A]
He [C#] walks unhindered [G] through the picket lines today.
[A]
He [C#] doesn't think to [G] wonder why.
[A] The secretary's poutin' green like cheetahs in a red light street, but all he ever thinks to do is watch.
[D] But every single meeting with his so-called superior is a humiliating kick in the crotch.
[E] [E] [A]
Many miles away, [G] something crawls to the surface [E] of a dark Scottish lark.
[F#]
[A]
Another working day [G] has ended.
[A]
Only [C#] the rush of hell [G] to face.
[A]
Packed like [C#] lemmings into [G] shiny metal boxes, [A] contestants in a suicidal [G] race.
[A] Daddy grips the wheel and stares [A] alone into the distance.
He knows that something somewhere has to break.
He [D] sees the fire blooming in his eyes, the pain upstairs that makes his [E] eyeballs ache.
[A] Many miles away, [G] there's a shadow on [F] the door of a cottage [E] on the shore of a dark
[Dm] [Em] Scottish lake.
[E]
Many miles away, [D]
many [E] miles away, [D]
many [E] miles away, [D]
many [E] miles away.
[D]
Key:
A
G
E
D
C#
A
G
E
_ _ _ [A#] _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ Another [A] _
suburban [G] family mourning, _ _ _ [A]
grandmother [C#m] screaming [G] at the wall.
_ _ [A]
We have to shout above [G] the din of our rice crispies.
_ [A]
We can't hear anything.
[G] _ _ _ _ [A]
Mother Chancellor is a knee of boredom and frustration, but we know all her suicides are fake.
_ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ There's only so much more that he [E] can take.
_ _ [A]
Many miles away, [G] something crawled from the slime [E] at the bottom of a dark Scottish lake.
_ _ [A] _
Another industrial ugly [G] morning, _ [A] the factory [C#] bell shares filth into [G] the sky.
_ _ [A]
He [C#] walks unhindered [G] through the picket lines today.
_ [A]
He [C#] doesn't think to [G] wonder why.
[A] The secretary's poutin' green like cheetahs in a red light street, but all he ever thinks to do is watch.
_ [D] But every single meeting with his so-called superior is a humiliating kick in the crotch.
[E] _ _ [E] _ _ [A]
Many miles away, [G] something crawls to the surface [E] of a dark Scottish lark.
_ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A]
Another working day [G] has ended.
_ _ [A]
Only [C#] the rush of hell [G] to face.
_ _ [A]
Packed like [C#] lemmings into [G] shiny metal boxes, [A] contestants in a suicidal [G] race.
_ [A] Daddy grips the wheel and stares [A] alone into the distance.
He knows that something somewhere has to break.
_ He [D] sees the fire _ blooming in his eyes, the pain upstairs that makes his [E] eyeballs ache. _ _ _
_ _ [A] Many miles away, [G] there's a shadow on [F] the door of a cottage [E] on the shore of a dark _
[Dm] _ [Em] Scottish lake.
_ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Many miles away, _ [D] _ _ _
many [E] miles away, _ _ _ _ [D]
many [E] miles away, _ _ _ _ [D]
many [E] miles away.
_ _ _ _ [D] _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ Another [A] _
suburban [G] family mourning, _ _ _ [A]
grandmother [C#m] screaming [G] at the wall.
_ _ [A]
We have to shout above [G] the din of our rice crispies.
_ [A]
We can't hear anything.
[G] _ _ _ _ [A]
Mother Chancellor is a knee of boredom and frustration, but we know all her suicides are fake.
_ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ There's only so much more that he [E] can take.
_ _ [A]
Many miles away, [G] something crawled from the slime [E] at the bottom of a dark Scottish lake.
_ _ [A] _
Another industrial ugly [G] morning, _ [A] the factory [C#] bell shares filth into [G] the sky.
_ _ [A]
He [C#] walks unhindered [G] through the picket lines today.
_ [A]
He [C#] doesn't think to [G] wonder why.
[A] The secretary's poutin' green like cheetahs in a red light street, but all he ever thinks to do is watch.
_ [D] But every single meeting with his so-called superior is a humiliating kick in the crotch.
[E] _ _ [E] _ _ [A]
Many miles away, [G] something crawls to the surface [E] of a dark Scottish lark.
_ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A]
Another working day [G] has ended.
_ _ [A]
Only [C#] the rush of hell [G] to face.
_ _ [A]
Packed like [C#] lemmings into [G] shiny metal boxes, [A] contestants in a suicidal [G] race.
_ [A] Daddy grips the wheel and stares [A] alone into the distance.
He knows that something somewhere has to break.
_ He [D] sees the fire _ blooming in his eyes, the pain upstairs that makes his [E] eyeballs ache. _ _ _
_ _ [A] Many miles away, [G] there's a shadow on [F] the door of a cottage [E] on the shore of a dark _
[Dm] _ [Em] Scottish lake.
_ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Many miles away, _ [D] _ _ _
many [E] miles away, _ _ _ _ [D]
many [E] miles away, _ _ _ _ [D]
many [E] miles away.
_ _ _ _ [D] _