Chords for Thomas Dolby - Hyperactive
Tempo:
113.15 bpm
Chords used:
C#
E
F#m
F#
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E] Good evening, on tonight's programme we've got the Pretenders, John Cougar Mellencamp,
Eichstetter, Sender Neubauten and the Europeans.
We're also going to be wildly frugging around the disco charts, but [A#] first here in the studio
[F#m] is Thomas Dalby in Hyperactive.
[F#]
In direction [C#] three, I was hooked in a machine, [F#] just to keep my mouth [E] from [C#] smouldering junk.
Must have took me for a fool, cos they chucked me out of school, cos the teacher knew I had the part.
But tonight I'm on the [F#m] edge, but I should be in the fridge, cos I'm burning, I'm burning.
With the vision in my brain, and the music in my veins, and the day with the main.
[C#] [B]
[C#]
[B]
[G#m] I won't stop messing with life, or pulling me apart.
I correct [C#] it when I'm small, I correct it [C#m] when I'm tall, [B] I correct it [E] when the night [C#] is young.
I'm a mess, I'm a mess,
[A] [C#]
I'm a mess.
[F#]
[C#] And [A] I'm messing with [F#] my heart, [A] and I'm messing with my heart, and I'm messing [F#] with my heart.
[A] I [C#m] won't stop messing with life, ripping, ripping, ripping [E] me [G#m] apart.
[F#m] Semaphore, apple, messages from outer space.
Deep, [E] deep, [Bm] heartbeat, rhythm of your heart, we cut the music [E] of this street.
There isn't [B] any rest, there isn't any rest.
Come on, come on, come [D#] on, we just [Em] need to stop.
[C#] [A] [A]
[C#] I can reach into your [F#] palms, like an itch in your headphones.
You can't turn it up.
[F#m] I'm the chef [C#] in your background, I'm the breather on the phone.
Can I burn you?
[F#m] But there's one thing I [F#] must say, before they [C#] lock me up again.
You'd be safer [F#m] off the bat.
[B] [F#]
[G#] [F#m] I correct it when I'm small, I correct it when the day [F#] is young.
[C#] I correct [F#m]
it when the night is young.
I'm [C#]
a mess, [A] I'm [E] a mess, I'm [C#]
[E] a mess.
[G#] [E] Messages from outer space.
[C#]
Deep, [Em] deep, heartbeat, rhythm of your heart.
[C#] We cut the music of this street.
I can reach into your palms, like an itch in your headphones.
You can't turn it up.
I'm the chef in your background, I'm the breather on the phone.
[C#m]
[G#] [C#]
[A] [F#m] You can't turn it up.
[D#] [E]
[C#] [G#]
Eichstetter, Sender Neubauten and the Europeans.
We're also going to be wildly frugging around the disco charts, but [A#] first here in the studio
[F#m] is Thomas Dalby in Hyperactive.
[F#]
In direction [C#] three, I was hooked in a machine, [F#] just to keep my mouth [E] from [C#] smouldering junk.
Must have took me for a fool, cos they chucked me out of school, cos the teacher knew I had the part.
But tonight I'm on the [F#m] edge, but I should be in the fridge, cos I'm burning, I'm burning.
With the vision in my brain, and the music in my veins, and the day with the main.
[C#] [B]
[C#]
[B]
[G#m] I won't stop messing with life, or pulling me apart.
I correct [C#] it when I'm small, I correct it [C#m] when I'm tall, [B] I correct it [E] when the night [C#] is young.
I'm a mess, I'm a mess,
[A] [C#]
I'm a mess.
[F#]
[C#] And [A] I'm messing with [F#] my heart, [A] and I'm messing with my heart, and I'm messing [F#] with my heart.
[A] I [C#m] won't stop messing with life, ripping, ripping, ripping [E] me [G#m] apart.
[F#m] Semaphore, apple, messages from outer space.
Deep, [E] deep, [Bm] heartbeat, rhythm of your heart, we cut the music [E] of this street.
There isn't [B] any rest, there isn't any rest.
Come on, come on, come [D#] on, we just [Em] need to stop.
[C#] [A] [A]
[C#] I can reach into your [F#] palms, like an itch in your headphones.
You can't turn it up.
[F#m] I'm the chef [C#] in your background, I'm the breather on the phone.
Can I burn you?
[F#m] But there's one thing I [F#] must say, before they [C#] lock me up again.
You'd be safer [F#m] off the bat.
[B] [F#]
[G#] [F#m] I correct it when I'm small, I correct it when the day [F#] is young.
[C#] I correct [F#m]
it when the night is young.
I'm [C#]
a mess, [A] I'm [E] a mess, I'm [C#]
[E] a mess.
[G#] [E] Messages from outer space.
[C#]
Deep, [Em] deep, heartbeat, rhythm of your heart.
[C#] We cut the music of this street.
I can reach into your palms, like an itch in your headphones.
You can't turn it up.
I'm the chef in your background, I'm the breather on the phone.
[C#m]
[G#] [C#]
[A] [F#m] You can't turn it up.
[D#] [E]
[C#] [G#]
Key:
C#
E
F#m
F#
A
C#
E
F#m
_ _ [E] _ Good evening, on tonight's programme we've got the Pretenders, John Cougar Mellencamp,
Eichstetter, Sender Neubauten and the Europeans.
We're also going to be wildly frugging around the disco charts, but [A#] first here in the studio
[F#m] is Thomas Dalby in Hyperactive. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
In direction [C#] three, I was hooked in a machine, [F#] just to keep my mouth [E] from [C#] smouldering junk. _ _
Must have took me for a fool, cos they chucked me out of school, cos the teacher knew I had the part. _
But tonight I'm on the [F#m] edge, but I should be in the fridge, cos I'm burning, _ _ I'm burning.
With the vision in my brain, and the music in my veins, and the day with the main. _
_ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ [G#m] I won't stop messing with life, or pulling me apart.
I correct [C#] it when I'm small, I correct it [C#m] when I'm tall, [B] I correct it [E] when the night [C#] is young.
I'm a mess, I'm a mess, _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [C#] _ _
_ _ _ _ I'm a mess. _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ And [A] I'm messing with [F#] my heart, _ [A] and I'm messing with my heart, _ _ and I'm messing [F#] with my _ heart.
[A] I [C#m] won't stop messing with life, _ _ ripping, ripping, ripping [E] me [G#m] apart.
[F#m] Semaphore, apple, messages from outer space.
Deep, [E] deep, [Bm] heartbeat, rhythm of your heart, we cut the music [E] of this street.
There isn't [B] any rest, _ there isn't any rest. _
Come on, come on, come [D#] on, we just [Em] need to stop. _ _
[C#] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ I _ _ _ _ _ can reach into your [F#] palms, like an itch in your headphones.
You can't turn it up.
[F#m] _ _ _ _ I'm the chef [C#] in your background, I'm the breather on the phone.
Can I burn you?
_ _ _ [F#m] But there's one thing I [F#] must say, before they [C#] lock me up again.
You'd be safer [F#m] off the bat.
[B] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G#] _ _ [F#m] I correct it when I'm _ _ _ _ _ small, I correct it when the day [F#] is young.
_ [C#] I correct [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
it when the night is young.
_ I'm _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _
a mess, [A] I'm [E] a mess, I'm _ _ [C#] _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ a mess.
[G#] _ [E] Messages from outer space.
_ [C#] _
_ Deep, [Em] deep, heartbeat, _ _ _ rhythm of your heart.
[C#] We cut the music of this street.
_ I can reach into your palms, like an itch in your headphones.
_ _ You can't turn it up.
I'm the chef in your background, _ _ _ _ I'm the breather on the phone. _ _
_ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _ _ _
[G#] _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ [F#m] You can't turn it up. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D#] _ _ [E] _ _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ _ [G#] _ _ _
Eichstetter, Sender Neubauten and the Europeans.
We're also going to be wildly frugging around the disco charts, but [A#] first here in the studio
[F#m] is Thomas Dalby in Hyperactive. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
In direction [C#] three, I was hooked in a machine, [F#] just to keep my mouth [E] from [C#] smouldering junk. _ _
Must have took me for a fool, cos they chucked me out of school, cos the teacher knew I had the part. _
But tonight I'm on the [F#m] edge, but I should be in the fridge, cos I'm burning, _ _ I'm burning.
With the vision in my brain, and the music in my veins, and the day with the main. _
_ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ [G#m] I won't stop messing with life, or pulling me apart.
I correct [C#] it when I'm small, I correct it [C#m] when I'm tall, [B] I correct it [E] when the night [C#] is young.
I'm a mess, I'm a mess, _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [C#] _ _
_ _ _ _ I'm a mess. _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ And [A] I'm messing with [F#] my heart, _ [A] and I'm messing with my heart, _ _ and I'm messing [F#] with my _ heart.
[A] I [C#m] won't stop messing with life, _ _ ripping, ripping, ripping [E] me [G#m] apart.
[F#m] Semaphore, apple, messages from outer space.
Deep, [E] deep, [Bm] heartbeat, rhythm of your heart, we cut the music [E] of this street.
There isn't [B] any rest, _ there isn't any rest. _
Come on, come on, come [D#] on, we just [Em] need to stop. _ _
[C#] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ I _ _ _ _ _ can reach into your [F#] palms, like an itch in your headphones.
You can't turn it up.
[F#m] _ _ _ _ I'm the chef [C#] in your background, I'm the breather on the phone.
Can I burn you?
_ _ _ [F#m] But there's one thing I [F#] must say, before they [C#] lock me up again.
You'd be safer [F#m] off the bat.
[B] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G#] _ _ [F#m] I correct it when I'm _ _ _ _ _ small, I correct it when the day [F#] is young.
_ [C#] I correct [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
it when the night is young.
_ I'm _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _
a mess, [A] I'm [E] a mess, I'm _ _ [C#] _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ a mess.
[G#] _ [E] Messages from outer space.
_ [C#] _
_ Deep, [Em] deep, heartbeat, _ _ _ rhythm of your heart.
[C#] We cut the music of this street.
_ I can reach into your palms, like an itch in your headphones.
_ _ You can't turn it up.
I'm the chef in your background, _ _ _ _ I'm the breather on the phone. _ _
_ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _ _ _
[G#] _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ [F#m] You can't turn it up. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D#] _ _ [E] _ _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ _ [G#] _ _ _