Telecaster B-Boy (English Cover)【Will Stetson】「テレキャスタービーボーイ」 Chords
Tempo:
90.9 bpm
Chords used:
F#m
C#
D
Bm
C#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F#m] [Bm]
[C#m] [F#m] [Bm]
[C#m] [F#m] I walked as I powered [B] through this day and age, [C#m] and now I abound [F#] into the shrine in vain.
The all-knowing wise speaks a dead endness.
[C#m] She blew off light [F#m] without a care in place.
They throw out a light, [B] leaving herself.
[C#] They'll rub [F#m] the trackline if you know guilt.
They cast out a curse to free the brain [Bm] from else.
He takes off, [F#m] boys, right upon himself.
He's as strong as a fauna and the day's spinning thread,
praising life at once, so before this trend
T'Lok can't stand me, boy, his love will sink deep, boy.
He's exhausted, so he's on ivory.
He don't act like you ain't destroyed, because he's careless, boy.
You stand upon [C#] the circus over [F#m] the
You're crying, the [D] parts that you have involved in.
[E] You point and stop and turn [A] around and bid adieu.
[F#m] T'Lok can't stand [D] me, boy, I don't want a fake [A] decoy.
I've seen enough [F#m] money to throw that up the wall.
[Bm]
[C#m] [F#m] [Bm]
[C#m] [F#m] I'm tired of [C#] having to buy some nudes on the hit-flicks.
I'm paying no mind [F#m] to be so sadistic.
They hang [C#] on the doors with grimoire leopards' scents.
The bloom of a rose [F#m] made a perfect fit.
I'm tired of the crowd that [Bm] throws a burning fit.
[F#m] They blow off the sound as all is doing it.
They're stabbing at night, [Bm] but without a whim.
[F#m] That is no stride, no substantive.
Tell them it's not an abuse to judge.
[G#m] They can get it's a fair [F#] game, they don't [F#m] budge.
T'Lok can't stand me, boy, invalid [A] counterpoint.
The cloak's underneath your whole hidey.
Mulled up with an [F#m] android, avoiding tears and boy.
Protective temper, [C#] victim and [F#m] denied.
You're crying, the parts [D] that you bring.
You never fade [E] off, till the corrected [A] blues ignore the stain.
[F#m] T'Lok can't stand [D] me, boy, I don't want a fake decoy.
I need a [F#m] nobody who don't be peppered, boy.
[D] [F#m]
[C#] Hose up over [D#m] in, feeling [F#] claustrophobic.
You act as though I [D#m] got a flaw in me.
I've chosen who I've been, don't have to condone it.
But I'll fight off the [A#] voices that [C#] oppose.
[D] T'Lok can't stand [F#m] me, boy, he's not a fake decoy.
He's a judge, his office on IV.
He don't act like you, it destroys.
You girl, those careless boys.
You've made a fun, a [C#] circus to overdo.
[F#m]
[D] You've been called the hand of [E] your boy.
And you stop and turn around and did it too.
[F#m] T'Lok can't stand me, [D] boy, I don't want a fake [E] decoy.
I need a nobody who don't be peppered, boy.
[F#] [N]
[C#m] [F#m] [Bm]
[C#m] [F#m] I walked as I powered [B] through this day and age, [C#m] and now I abound [F#] into the shrine in vain.
The all-knowing wise speaks a dead endness.
[C#m] She blew off light [F#m] without a care in place.
They throw out a light, [B] leaving herself.
[C#] They'll rub [F#m] the trackline if you know guilt.
They cast out a curse to free the brain [Bm] from else.
He takes off, [F#m] boys, right upon himself.
He's as strong as a fauna and the day's spinning thread,
praising life at once, so before this trend
T'Lok can't stand me, boy, his love will sink deep, boy.
He's exhausted, so he's on ivory.
He don't act like you ain't destroyed, because he's careless, boy.
You stand upon [C#] the circus over [F#m] the
You're crying, the [D] parts that you have involved in.
[E] You point and stop and turn [A] around and bid adieu.
[F#m] T'Lok can't stand [D] me, boy, I don't want a fake [A] decoy.
I've seen enough [F#m] money to throw that up the wall.
[Bm]
[C#m] [F#m] [Bm]
[C#m] [F#m] I'm tired of [C#] having to buy some nudes on the hit-flicks.
I'm paying no mind [F#m] to be so sadistic.
They hang [C#] on the doors with grimoire leopards' scents.
The bloom of a rose [F#m] made a perfect fit.
I'm tired of the crowd that [Bm] throws a burning fit.
[F#m] They blow off the sound as all is doing it.
They're stabbing at night, [Bm] but without a whim.
[F#m] That is no stride, no substantive.
Tell them it's not an abuse to judge.
[G#m] They can get it's a fair [F#] game, they don't [F#m] budge.
T'Lok can't stand me, boy, invalid [A] counterpoint.
The cloak's underneath your whole hidey.
Mulled up with an [F#m] android, avoiding tears and boy.
Protective temper, [C#] victim and [F#m] denied.
You're crying, the parts [D] that you bring.
You never fade [E] off, till the corrected [A] blues ignore the stain.
[F#m] T'Lok can't stand [D] me, boy, I don't want a fake decoy.
I need a [F#m] nobody who don't be peppered, boy.
[D] [F#m]
[C#] Hose up over [D#m] in, feeling [F#] claustrophobic.
You act as though I [D#m] got a flaw in me.
I've chosen who I've been, don't have to condone it.
But I'll fight off the [A#] voices that [C#] oppose.
[D] T'Lok can't stand [F#m] me, boy, he's not a fake decoy.
He's a judge, his office on IV.
He don't act like you, it destroys.
You girl, those careless boys.
You've made a fun, a [C#] circus to overdo.
[F#m]
[D] You've been called the hand of [E] your boy.
And you stop and turn around and did it too.
[F#m] T'Lok can't stand me, [D] boy, I don't want a fake [E] decoy.
I need a nobody who don't be peppered, boy.
[F#] [N]
Key:
F#m
C#
D
Bm
C#m
F#m
C#
D
_ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ [Bm] _
_ [C#m] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ [C#m] _ _ [F#m] _ I walked as I powered [B] through this day and age, [C#m] and now I abound [F#] into the shrine in vain.
The all-knowing wise speaks a dead endness.
[C#m] She blew off light [F#m] without a care in place.
They throw out a light, [B] leaving herself.
[C#] They'll rub [F#m] the trackline if you know guilt.
They cast out a curse to free the brain [Bm] from else.
He takes off, [F#m] boys, right upon himself.
He's as strong as a fauna and the day's spinning thread,
praising life at once, so before this trend_
T'Lok can't stand me, boy, his love will sink deep, boy.
He's exhausted, so he's on ivory.
He don't act like you ain't destroyed, because he's careless, boy.
You stand upon [C#] the circus over [F#m] the_
You're crying, the [D] parts that you have involved in.
[E] You point and stop and turn [A] around and bid adieu.
[F#m] T'Lok can't stand [D] me, boy, I don't want a fake [A] decoy.
I've seen enough [F#m] money to throw that up the wall.
_ _ [Bm] _
_ [C#m] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ [C#m] _ _ [F#m] _ I'm tired of [C#] having to buy some nudes on the hit-flicks.
I'm paying no mind [F#m] to be so sadistic.
They hang [C#] on the doors with grimoire leopards' scents.
The bloom of a rose [F#m] made a perfect fit.
I'm tired of the crowd that [Bm] throws a burning fit.
[F#m] They blow off the sound as all is doing it.
They're stabbing at night, [Bm] but without a whim.
[F#m] That is no stride, no substantive.
Tell them it's not an abuse to judge.
[G#m] They can get it's a fair [F#] game, they don't [F#m] budge.
T'Lok can't stand me, boy, invalid [A] counterpoint.
The cloak's underneath your whole hidey.
Mulled up with an [F#m] android, avoiding tears and boy.
Protective temper, [C#] victim and [F#m] denied.
You're crying, the parts [D] that you bring.
You never fade [E] off, till the corrected [A] blues ignore the stain.
[F#m] T'Lok can't stand [D] me, boy, I don't want a fake decoy.
I need a [F#m] nobody who don't be peppered, boy. _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C#] _ Hose up over [D#m] in, feeling [F#] claustrophobic.
You act as though I [D#m] got a flaw in me.
I've chosen who I've been, don't have to condone it.
But I'll fight off the [A#] voices that [C#] oppose.
[D] T'Lok can't stand [F#m] me, boy, he's not a fake decoy.
He's a judge, his office on IV.
He don't act like you, it destroys.
You girl, those careless boys.
You've made a fun, a [C#] circus to overdo.
[F#m] _
[D] You've been called the hand of [E] your boy.
And you stop and turn around and did it too.
[F#m] T'Lok can't stand me, [D] boy, I don't want a fake [E] decoy.
I need a nobody who don't be peppered, boy.
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ [C#m] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ [C#m] _ _ [F#m] _ I walked as I powered [B] through this day and age, [C#m] and now I abound [F#] into the shrine in vain.
The all-knowing wise speaks a dead endness.
[C#m] She blew off light [F#m] without a care in place.
They throw out a light, [B] leaving herself.
[C#] They'll rub [F#m] the trackline if you know guilt.
They cast out a curse to free the brain [Bm] from else.
He takes off, [F#m] boys, right upon himself.
He's as strong as a fauna and the day's spinning thread,
praising life at once, so before this trend_
T'Lok can't stand me, boy, his love will sink deep, boy.
He's exhausted, so he's on ivory.
He don't act like you ain't destroyed, because he's careless, boy.
You stand upon [C#] the circus over [F#m] the_
You're crying, the [D] parts that you have involved in.
[E] You point and stop and turn [A] around and bid adieu.
[F#m] T'Lok can't stand [D] me, boy, I don't want a fake [A] decoy.
I've seen enough [F#m] money to throw that up the wall.
_ _ [Bm] _
_ [C#m] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ [C#m] _ _ [F#m] _ I'm tired of [C#] having to buy some nudes on the hit-flicks.
I'm paying no mind [F#m] to be so sadistic.
They hang [C#] on the doors with grimoire leopards' scents.
The bloom of a rose [F#m] made a perfect fit.
I'm tired of the crowd that [Bm] throws a burning fit.
[F#m] They blow off the sound as all is doing it.
They're stabbing at night, [Bm] but without a whim.
[F#m] That is no stride, no substantive.
Tell them it's not an abuse to judge.
[G#m] They can get it's a fair [F#] game, they don't [F#m] budge.
T'Lok can't stand me, boy, invalid [A] counterpoint.
The cloak's underneath your whole hidey.
Mulled up with an [F#m] android, avoiding tears and boy.
Protective temper, [C#] victim and [F#m] denied.
You're crying, the parts [D] that you bring.
You never fade [E] off, till the corrected [A] blues ignore the stain.
[F#m] T'Lok can't stand [D] me, boy, I don't want a fake decoy.
I need a [F#m] nobody who don't be peppered, boy. _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C#] _ Hose up over [D#m] in, feeling [F#] claustrophobic.
You act as though I [D#m] got a flaw in me.
I've chosen who I've been, don't have to condone it.
But I'll fight off the [A#] voices that [C#] oppose.
[D] T'Lok can't stand [F#m] me, boy, he's not a fake decoy.
He's a judge, his office on IV.
He don't act like you, it destroys.
You girl, those careless boys.
You've made a fun, a [C#] circus to overdo.
[F#m] _
[D] You've been called the hand of [E] your boy.
And you stop and turn around and did it too.
[F#m] T'Lok can't stand me, [D] boy, I don't want a fake [E] decoy.
I need a nobody who don't be peppered, boy.
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _