In The Flat Field Chords by Bauhaus
Tempo:
105.2 bpm
Chords used:
C
E
Em
D
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
I
[E]
[C]
[E]
[E]
[C] [C]
[E] [C]
[Em] just pulled flags on [C] me, this is a task I'm gave him [Dm] free.
[E] There are small, secret flags, [C] ain't this a thing fun to see?
And those are [E] grim.
Can my high flick try to win [C] him?
Assists to walk away [E] in sin.
Where's the string that feeds his [C] name?
Find me out this labyrinth's [E] way.
[C]
[E] I
[C] [E] get bored, I get bored, [C] in the flag field.
[E] I get bored, I do get bored, [C] in the flag field.
[E] [C]
[E]
[C] [Em] In an air that's plumb of fun, [G] rotates the tide, [D] can't beat my [E] lungs.
Of course my splendor, [C] villainy, this bottle-faced, fulfilled wedding.
[E] The flag map invades, the threads entwine.
[C] The slide maps down onto my [E] brow.
The tide is floating in the tide.
[C]
[E] [G]
[Em]
[C] [Gm] [E]
[C]
[E] [C]
[Em] I do get bored, I get [C] bored, in the flag field.
[E] I get bored, I do get bored, [C] in the flag
[E] [Em] [C] field.
[Em]
[C] [Em] I can catch [E] the split of life, [C] for a maiden's sake and maiden's [E] plight.
In the flag field I do get [C] bored, replaced with Piccadilly [E] horse.
If I yearn for some cerebral fix, [C] transform me to that [D] solid train.
[E] Hammer me into flames [C] unpaid.
Molding shapes, no shame to [Em] waste.
Molding shapes, no shame to [C] waste.
And drive me there with a deviling [E] haste.
[C] [D] [E]
[C]
[E]
[E]
[C]
[Em] [C]
[Em]
[E]
[C]
[E]
[E]
[C] [C]
[E] [C]
[Em] just pulled flags on [C] me, this is a task I'm gave him [Dm] free.
[E] There are small, secret flags, [C] ain't this a thing fun to see?
And those are [E] grim.
Can my high flick try to win [C] him?
Assists to walk away [E] in sin.
Where's the string that feeds his [C] name?
Find me out this labyrinth's [E] way.
[C]
[E] I
[C] [E] get bored, I get bored, [C] in the flag field.
[E] I get bored, I do get bored, [C] in the flag field.
[E] [C]
[E]
[C] [Em] In an air that's plumb of fun, [G] rotates the tide, [D] can't beat my [E] lungs.
Of course my splendor, [C] villainy, this bottle-faced, fulfilled wedding.
[E] The flag map invades, the threads entwine.
[C] The slide maps down onto my [E] brow.
The tide is floating in the tide.
[C]
[E] [G]
[Em]
[C] [Gm] [E]
[C]
[E] [C]
[Em] I do get bored, I get [C] bored, in the flag field.
[E] I get bored, I do get bored, [C] in the flag
[E] [Em] [C] field.
[Em]
[C] [Em] I can catch [E] the split of life, [C] for a maiden's sake and maiden's [E] plight.
In the flag field I do get [C] bored, replaced with Piccadilly [E] horse.
If I yearn for some cerebral fix, [C] transform me to that [D] solid train.
[E] Hammer me into flames [C] unpaid.
Molding shapes, no shame to [Em] waste.
Molding shapes, no shame to [C] waste.
And drive me there with a deviling [E] haste.
[C] [D] [E]
[C]
[E]
[E]
[C]
[Em] [C]
[Em]
Key:
C
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D
G
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Em
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_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [C] _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ [Em] _ just pulled flags on [C] me, this is a task I'm gave him [Dm] free.
[E] There are small, secret flags, [C] ain't this a thing fun to see?
And those are [E] grim.
Can my high flick try to win [C] him?
Assists to walk away [E] in sin.
Where's the string that feeds his [C] name?
Find me out this labyrinth's [E] way. _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ I _
[C] _ _ [E] get bored, I get bored, [C] _ in the flag field.
[E] I get bored, I do get bored, _ [C] _ _ in the flag field. _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ In an air that's plumb of fun, [G] rotates the tide, [D] can't beat my [E] lungs.
Of course my splendor, [C] villainy, this bottle-faced, fulfilled wedding.
[E] The flag map invades, the threads entwine.
[C] The slide maps down onto my [E] brow.
The tide is floating in the tide.
[C] _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ [Em] I do get bored, I get _ [C] bored, in the flag field.
[E] I get bored, I do get bored, _ [C] in the flag _ _
[E] _ _ _ [Em] _ [C] field. _ _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ [Em] I can catch [E] the split of life, [C] for a maiden's sake and maiden's [E] plight.
In the flag field I do get [C] bored, replaced with Piccadilly [E] horse.
If I yearn for some cerebral fix, [C] transform me to that [D] solid train.
[E] Hammer me into flames [C] unpaid.
Molding shapes, no shame to [Em] waste.
Molding shapes, no shame to [C] waste.
And drive me there with a deviling [E] haste. _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [E] _ _
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_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [C] _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ [Em] _ just pulled flags on [C] me, this is a task I'm gave him [Dm] free.
[E] There are small, secret flags, [C] ain't this a thing fun to see?
And those are [E] grim.
Can my high flick try to win [C] him?
Assists to walk away [E] in sin.
Where's the string that feeds his [C] name?
Find me out this labyrinth's [E] way. _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ I _
[C] _ _ [E] get bored, I get bored, [C] _ in the flag field.
[E] I get bored, I do get bored, _ [C] _ _ in the flag field. _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ In an air that's plumb of fun, [G] rotates the tide, [D] can't beat my [E] lungs.
Of course my splendor, [C] villainy, this bottle-faced, fulfilled wedding.
[E] The flag map invades, the threads entwine.
[C] The slide maps down onto my [E] brow.
The tide is floating in the tide.
[C] _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ [Em] I do get bored, I get _ [C] bored, in the flag field.
[E] I get bored, I do get bored, _ [C] in the flag _ _
[E] _ _ _ [Em] _ [C] field. _ _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ [Em] I can catch [E] the split of life, [C] for a maiden's sake and maiden's [E] plight.
In the flag field I do get [C] bored, replaced with Piccadilly [E] horse.
If I yearn for some cerebral fix, [C] transform me to that [D] solid train.
[E] Hammer me into flames [C] unpaid.
Molding shapes, no shame to [Em] waste.
Molding shapes, no shame to [C] waste.
And drive me there with a deviling [E] haste. _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [E] _ _
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