Chords for THE POLICE - SYNCHRONICITY II - Synchronicity (1983) HiDef :: SOTW #73
Tempo:
79.4 bpm
Chords used:
A
E
G
Dm
C#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A#]
[F#] [A] [F#]
Another
[F#m]
[A]
[C#] suburban [G] family murder, [A]
another screaming [G] out for war.
[A]
That's [C#] a job of [G] God, and of our rights to spare.
[A]
Can't hear anything [G] at all.
[A]
Another's madness, and he, a border, and frustration.
We know all the suicides are fake.
[D]
And he always to the distance, there's only so much power that he [E] can take.
[Am] [G] Something crawled from [Dm] the slice, [E] at the bottom of a [Am] dark [E] Scottish lake.
[A]
[C#] Another industrial [G] heimony, [A] a battery bell shears filth into [G] the sky.
[A]
[C#] Walks on in that [G] good-looking light, she [A]
[C#] doesn't think to [G] wonder why.
[A]
Secretaries, power and brain, like cheese, hearts in a red-light street.
All he ever thinks of do is watch.
[D]
There is a homie, he's a realist, [Dm] so come to [D] fear him.
There's a humiliating [Dm] kick in the track, [E]
many [F] miles away.
[G] Something crawled through [F] the surface, [E] a dark Scottish luck.
Another [F#]
[F#]
[A]
working day's [G] at hand, [A]
and little Russia has [G] to face.
[A]
Back like [C#] Memmings into [G] tiny capsule boxes.
[A]
Partisans in a Swiss oil [G] race.
[A] Daddy trips for real and stares alone into the distance.
He sure has something somewhere to break.
[D] He sees a man blooming in the [Dm] paint of their [D] faces.
I'm all [E] [E]
[Am] the way, [G] there's a shadow on the [Dm] door.
[E] I'll try to show, a [Em] dark,
[E] [Em]
[E] [Dm]
many [E] miles [Em] [Dm]
[E] [Em] [Dm]
[E] [F] [Em] [Dm]
[E] [Em] [Dm]
[E] away.
[F] [Dm] [E] [Dm]
[F#] [A] [F#]
Another
[F#m]
[A]
[C#] suburban [G] family murder, [A]
another screaming [G] out for war.
[A]
That's [C#] a job of [G] God, and of our rights to spare.
[A]
Can't hear anything [G] at all.
[A]
Another's madness, and he, a border, and frustration.
We know all the suicides are fake.
[D]
And he always to the distance, there's only so much power that he [E] can take.
[Am] [G] Something crawled from [Dm] the slice, [E] at the bottom of a [Am] dark [E] Scottish lake.
[A]
[C#] Another industrial [G] heimony, [A] a battery bell shears filth into [G] the sky.
[A]
[C#] Walks on in that [G] good-looking light, she [A]
[C#] doesn't think to [G] wonder why.
[A]
Secretaries, power and brain, like cheese, hearts in a red-light street.
All he ever thinks of do is watch.
[D]
There is a homie, he's a realist, [Dm] so come to [D] fear him.
There's a humiliating [Dm] kick in the track, [E]
many [F] miles away.
[G] Something crawled through [F] the surface, [E] a dark Scottish luck.
Another [F#]
[F#]
[A]
working day's [G] at hand, [A]
and little Russia has [G] to face.
[A]
Back like [C#] Memmings into [G] tiny capsule boxes.
[A]
Partisans in a Swiss oil [G] race.
[A] Daddy trips for real and stares alone into the distance.
He sure has something somewhere to break.
[D] He sees a man blooming in the [Dm] paint of their [D] faces.
I'm all [E] [E]
[Am] the way, [G] there's a shadow on the [Dm] door.
[E] I'll try to show, a [Em] dark,
[E] [Em]
[E] [Dm]
many [E] miles [Em] [Dm]
[E] [Em] [Dm]
[E] [F] [Em] [Dm]
[E] [Em] [Dm]
[E] away.
[F] [Dm] [E] [Dm]
Key:
A
E
G
Dm
C#
A
E
G
_ _ _ [A#] _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#] _ [A] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ Another _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
[C#] suburban [G] family murder, _ _ _ [A] _
another screaming [G] out for war.
_ [A]
That's [C#] a job of [G] God, and of our rights to spare.
_ [A]
Can't hear anything [G] at all.
_ [A]
Another's madness, and he, a border, and frustration.
We know all the suicides are fake.
_ [D]
And he always to the distance, _ there's only so much power that he [E] can take. _ _
_ [Am] _ [G] Something crawled from [Dm] the slice, [E] at the bottom of a [Am] dark [E] Scottish lake.
_ _ [A] _
[C#] Another industrial [G] heimony, _ [A] a battery bell shears filth into [G] the sky.
_ _ [A] _
[C#] Walks on in that [G] good-looking light, she _ [A] _
[C#] doesn't think to [G] wonder why.
_ [A] _
Secretaries, power and brain, like cheese, hearts in a red-light street.
All he ever thinks of do is watch.
_ _ [D]
There is a homie, he's a realist, [Dm] so come to [D] fear him.
There's a humiliating [Dm] kick in the track, [E] _ _ _ _
many [F] miles away.
[G] Something crawled through [F] the surface, [E] a dark Scottish luck.
_ _ Another _ [F#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
working day's [G] at hand, _ [A]
and little Russia has [G] to face.
_ _ [A]
Back like [C#] Memmings into [G] tiny capsule boxes.
_ [A]
Partisans in a Swiss oil [G] race.
_ _ [A] Daddy trips for real and stares alone into the distance.
He sure has something somewhere to break.
[D] He sees a man _ blooming in _ the [Dm] paint of their [D] faces.
I'm all [E] _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ [Am] the way, [G] there's a shadow on the [Dm] door.
[E] I'll try to show, a [Em] dark, _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Dm]
many [E] miles _ _ _ [Em] _ _ [Dm] _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ [Dm] _
_ [E] _ _ [F] _ _ [Em] _ _ [Dm] _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ [Dm] _
[E] away.
[F] _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [E] _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#] _ [A] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ Another _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
[C#] suburban [G] family murder, _ _ _ [A] _
another screaming [G] out for war.
_ [A]
That's [C#] a job of [G] God, and of our rights to spare.
_ [A]
Can't hear anything [G] at all.
_ [A]
Another's madness, and he, a border, and frustration.
We know all the suicides are fake.
_ [D]
And he always to the distance, _ there's only so much power that he [E] can take. _ _
_ [Am] _ [G] Something crawled from [Dm] the slice, [E] at the bottom of a [Am] dark [E] Scottish lake.
_ _ [A] _
[C#] Another industrial [G] heimony, _ [A] a battery bell shears filth into [G] the sky.
_ _ [A] _
[C#] Walks on in that [G] good-looking light, she _ [A] _
[C#] doesn't think to [G] wonder why.
_ [A] _
Secretaries, power and brain, like cheese, hearts in a red-light street.
All he ever thinks of do is watch.
_ _ [D]
There is a homie, he's a realist, [Dm] so come to [D] fear him.
There's a humiliating [Dm] kick in the track, [E] _ _ _ _
many [F] miles away.
[G] Something crawled through [F] the surface, [E] a dark Scottish luck.
_ _ Another _ [F#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
working day's [G] at hand, _ [A]
and little Russia has [G] to face.
_ _ [A]
Back like [C#] Memmings into [G] tiny capsule boxes.
_ [A]
Partisans in a Swiss oil [G] race.
_ _ [A] Daddy trips for real and stares alone into the distance.
He sure has something somewhere to break.
[D] He sees a man _ blooming in _ the [Dm] paint of their [D] faces.
I'm all [E] _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ [Am] the way, [G] there's a shadow on the [Dm] door.
[E] I'll try to show, a [Em] dark, _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Dm]
many [E] miles _ _ _ [Em] _ _ [Dm] _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ [Dm] _
_ [E] _ _ [F] _ _ [Em] _ _ [Dm] _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ [Dm] _
[E] away.
[F] _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [E] _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _