Perfect Chords by The The
Tempo:
131.9 bpm
Chords used:
A
B
E
F#
G#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret

Start Jamming...
[A] [B] [A]
[E] [A] [B] [A]
[E]
It's
[B] [A]
[E] a chilly English winter, [B] solitude [E] is never easy to [A] maintain,
[B] [E] except when it [A] rains.
[B] [A]
[E] So I hang an empty smile [B] beneath my [E] empty eyes and go out for a [B] walk.
[A]
[E] A wet morning sun [B] reflects off the [A] paving stones [E] while little [A] dog [B] boxes set [A] up [E] in the distance.
[B] [A]
[E] Oh what a [B] perfect [A] day
[E] [A] to think about my dear,
[E] how my feet are firmly screwed to the floor.
[A] What is it [B] to live in [A] such a regular world?
Oh what a [B] perfect [E] day [A] to think [F#] about [A] my dear,
[E] how my feet are firmly screwed to the floor.
What is it [B] to live in [A] such a regular world?
[B] [A]
[E] [A]
[B] [A]
[E] [A] [E] [A]
[E] Passing by a cemetery I think of all the little hopes and dreams that lie lifeless [B] and [A] unfulfilled beneath the soil.
[B] [A] I see an old man [B] fingering his [A] perishing flesh, he tells himself he was a good [B] man and [A] did good things.
[E] Amused and confused [B] by life's [A] little [E] ironies he [A] swallows his bottle [G#m] of [A] distilled
[E] [A] damnation.
[F#]
[A] [B] [A]
[E] [A] [B] [A]
[E] [A] [B] [E]
People turn around with unseeing eyes, they're looking [A] for something that doesn't exist.
[E] The world was new is being eaten up by rust.
No one has time for the past [B] but still in [A] God they trust.
[E] The future [A] is now [B] but it's all [A] going wrong.
[E] Bodies keep on nothing [B] but it's to nothing [A] they belong.
People say their prayers [B] and some [A] work hard.
[E] If you give them [A] all your money [B] they'll give you [A] their
[E] hearts.
[A] But [B] [A]
[E] [A] [B] it's [A] getting [E] like
[A] [B] [A]
[E] Oh what a perfect day [A] to think [B] about [A] my dear,
how my feet are firmly [B] screwed to [A] the floor.
What is it [B] to live in [A] such a regular [E] world?
Oh what a perfect [B] [A] day
[E] [A] to think [B] about [A] my [E] dear,
how my [A] feet are firmly [B] screwed to [A] the floor.
What is it [B] to live in [A] such a regular world?
Oh what a [B] perfect [E] day [A] to think [B] about [A] my dear,
[E] how my [A] feet are [B] firmly screwed to [E] the floor.
[A] What is it [Bm] to live in [A] such a regular [E] world?
Oh what a perfect day [A] to think [B] about [A] my dear.
[E] Oh what a perfect day to think about my dear.
[E] [A] [B] [A]
[E]
It's
[B] [A]
[E] a chilly English winter, [B] solitude [E] is never easy to [A] maintain,
[B] [E] except when it [A] rains.
[B] [A]
[E] So I hang an empty smile [B] beneath my [E] empty eyes and go out for a [B] walk.
[A]
[E] A wet morning sun [B] reflects off the [A] paving stones [E] while little [A] dog [B] boxes set [A] up [E] in the distance.
[B] [A]
[E] Oh what a [B] perfect [A] day
[E] [A] to think about my dear,
[E] how my feet are firmly screwed to the floor.
[A] What is it [B] to live in [A] such a regular world?
Oh what a [B] perfect [E] day [A] to think [F#] about [A] my dear,
[E] how my feet are firmly screwed to the floor.
What is it [B] to live in [A] such a regular world?
[B] [A]
[E] [A]
[B] [A]
[E] [A] [E] [A]
[E] Passing by a cemetery I think of all the little hopes and dreams that lie lifeless [B] and [A] unfulfilled beneath the soil.
[B] [A] I see an old man [B] fingering his [A] perishing flesh, he tells himself he was a good [B] man and [A] did good things.
[E] Amused and confused [B] by life's [A] little [E] ironies he [A] swallows his bottle [G#m] of [A] distilled
[E] [A] damnation.
[F#]
[A] [B] [A]
[E] [A] [B] [A]
[E] [A] [B] [E]
People turn around with unseeing eyes, they're looking [A] for something that doesn't exist.
[E] The world was new is being eaten up by rust.
No one has time for the past [B] but still in [A] God they trust.
[E] The future [A] is now [B] but it's all [A] going wrong.
[E] Bodies keep on nothing [B] but it's to nothing [A] they belong.
People say their prayers [B] and some [A] work hard.
[E] If you give them [A] all your money [B] they'll give you [A] their
[E] hearts.
[A] But [B] [A]
[E] [A] [B] it's [A] getting [E] like
[A] [B] [A]
[E] Oh what a perfect day [A] to think [B] about [A] my dear,
how my feet are firmly [B] screwed to [A] the floor.
What is it [B] to live in [A] such a regular [E] world?
Oh what a perfect [B] [A] day
[E] [A] to think [B] about [A] my [E] dear,
how my [A] feet are firmly [B] screwed to [A] the floor.
What is it [B] to live in [A] such a regular world?
Oh what a [B] perfect [E] day [A] to think [B] about [A] my dear,
[E] how my [A] feet are [B] firmly screwed to [E] the floor.
[A] What is it [Bm] to live in [A] such a regular [E] world?
Oh what a perfect day [A] to think [B] about [A] my dear.
[E] Oh what a perfect day to think about my dear.
Key:
A
B
E
F#
G#m
A
B
E
_ _ [A] _ _ [B] _ _ [A] _ _
[E] _ _ [A] _ _ [B] _ _ [A] _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ It's _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [A] _
[E] a chilly English winter, [B] solitude [E] is never easy to [A] maintain,
_ [B] _ _ [E] except when it [A] rains.
_ [B] _ _ [A] _
[E] So I hang an empty smile [B] beneath my [E] empty eyes and go out for a [B] walk.
_ [A] _
[E] A wet morning sun [B] reflects off the [A] paving stones [E] while little [A] dog [B] boxes set [A] up [E] in the _ distance.
[B] _ _ [A] _ _
[E] Oh what a [B] perfect [A] day _
[E] _ [A] to think about my dear,
[E] how my feet are firmly screwed to the floor.
_ [A] What is it [B] to live in [A] such a regular world?
Oh what a [B] perfect [E] day _ _ [A] to think [F#] about [A] my dear, _
[E] how my feet are firmly screwed to the floor.
_ What is it [B] to live in [A] such a regular world?
_ _ [B] _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [A] _ _
[E] _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _
[E] Passing by a cemetery I think of all the little hopes and dreams that lie lifeless [B] and _ [A] unfulfilled beneath the soil.
[B] _ _ [A] I see an old man [B] fingering his [A] perishing flesh, he tells himself he was a good [B] man and [A] did good things.
[E] Amused and confused [B] by life's [A] little [E] ironies he [A] swallows his bottle [G#m] of [A] distilled _
[E] _ _ [A] damnation.
[F#] _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ [B] _ _ [A] _ _
[E] _ _ [A] _ _ [B] _ _ [A] _ _
[E] _ _ [A] _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _ _
People turn around with unseeing eyes, they're looking [A] for something that doesn't exist.
[E] The world was new is being eaten up by rust.
No one has time for the past [B] but still in [A] God they trust.
[E] The future [A] is now [B] but it's all [A] going wrong.
[E] Bodies keep on nothing [B] but it's to nothing [A] they belong.
People say their prayers [B] and some [A] work hard.
[E] If you give them [A] all your money [B] they'll give you [A] their _
[E] hearts.
[A] But _ [B] _ _ [A] _ _
[E] _ _ [A] _ [B] it's _ [A] getting [E] like_
_ [A] _ _ [B] _ _ [A] _ _
[E] Oh what a perfect day _ _ [A] to think [B] about [A] my dear,
how my feet are firmly [B] screwed to [A] the floor.
_ What is it [B] to live in [A] such a regular [E] world?
Oh what a perfect [B] _ [A] day _
[E] _ [A] to think [B] about [A] my [E] dear,
how my [A] feet are firmly [B] screwed to [A] the floor.
_ What is it [B] to live in [A] such a regular world?
Oh what a [B] perfect _ [E] day _ [A] to think [B] about [A] my dear,
[E] how my [A] feet are [B] firmly screwed to [E] the floor.
_ [A] What is it [Bm] to live in [A] such a regular [E] world?
Oh what a perfect day _ _ _ [A] to think [B] about [A] my dear.
[E] _ _ _ _ Oh what a perfect day to think about my dear.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ [A] _ _ [B] _ _ [A] _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ It's _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [A] _
[E] a chilly English winter, [B] solitude [E] is never easy to [A] maintain,
_ [B] _ _ [E] except when it [A] rains.
_ [B] _ _ [A] _
[E] So I hang an empty smile [B] beneath my [E] empty eyes and go out for a [B] walk.
_ [A] _
[E] A wet morning sun [B] reflects off the [A] paving stones [E] while little [A] dog [B] boxes set [A] up [E] in the _ distance.
[B] _ _ [A] _ _
[E] Oh what a [B] perfect [A] day _
[E] _ [A] to think about my dear,
[E] how my feet are firmly screwed to the floor.
_ [A] What is it [B] to live in [A] such a regular world?
Oh what a [B] perfect [E] day _ _ [A] to think [F#] about [A] my dear, _
[E] how my feet are firmly screwed to the floor.
_ What is it [B] to live in [A] such a regular world?
_ _ [B] _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [A] _ _
[E] _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _
[E] Passing by a cemetery I think of all the little hopes and dreams that lie lifeless [B] and _ [A] unfulfilled beneath the soil.
[B] _ _ [A] I see an old man [B] fingering his [A] perishing flesh, he tells himself he was a good [B] man and [A] did good things.
[E] Amused and confused [B] by life's [A] little [E] ironies he [A] swallows his bottle [G#m] of [A] distilled _
[E] _ _ [A] damnation.
[F#] _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ [B] _ _ [A] _ _
[E] _ _ [A] _ _ [B] _ _ [A] _ _
[E] _ _ [A] _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _ _
People turn around with unseeing eyes, they're looking [A] for something that doesn't exist.
[E] The world was new is being eaten up by rust.
No one has time for the past [B] but still in [A] God they trust.
[E] The future [A] is now [B] but it's all [A] going wrong.
[E] Bodies keep on nothing [B] but it's to nothing [A] they belong.
People say their prayers [B] and some [A] work hard.
[E] If you give them [A] all your money [B] they'll give you [A] their _
[E] hearts.
[A] But _ [B] _ _ [A] _ _
[E] _ _ [A] _ [B] it's _ [A] getting [E] like_
_ [A] _ _ [B] _ _ [A] _ _
[E] Oh what a perfect day _ _ [A] to think [B] about [A] my dear,
how my feet are firmly [B] screwed to [A] the floor.
_ What is it [B] to live in [A] such a regular [E] world?
Oh what a perfect [B] _ [A] day _
[E] _ [A] to think [B] about [A] my [E] dear,
how my [A] feet are firmly [B] screwed to [A] the floor.
_ What is it [B] to live in [A] such a regular world?
Oh what a [B] perfect _ [E] day _ [A] to think [B] about [A] my dear,
[E] how my [A] feet are [B] firmly screwed to [E] the floor.
_ [A] What is it [Bm] to live in [A] such a regular [E] world?
Oh what a perfect day _ _ _ [A] to think [B] about [A] my dear.
[E] _ _ _ _ Oh what a perfect day to think about my dear.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _