Perfect Chords by The The

Tempo:
131.9 bpm
Chords used:

A

B

E

F#

G#m

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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The The - Perfect chords
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[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.
Key:  
A
1231
B
12341112
E
2311
F#
134211112
G#m
123111114
A
1231
B
12341112
E
2311
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Let's start jamming The The - (Original 7 Version 1983) Perfect chords, Practice these chords sequence - B, E, A, B, A, E and B. Ease into the song by practicing at 65 BPM before reaching the track's full tempo of 132 BPM. To match your vocal range and chord inclination, adjust the capo in line with the key: E Major.

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_ _ [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.
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