Chords for The 1975 - Part Of The Band in the Live Lounge
Tempo:
71 bpm
Chords used:
C#
F#
B
D#m
G#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F] [F#]
[B] She [F#] was part of the Air Force, I was [C#] part of the band, I always used to hold [B] her hand.
[F#] My, my, my [C#] imagination.
[B] I was [F#] living my best life, [C#] living my parent's way before the clean pen and the [F#] verbal pen.
My, my, my [C#] cancellation.
[F#]
[B] And I fell [F#] in love with a boy who was [C#] kinda lame.
I was Rambo and he was [F#] Paul Vlade.
And my, my, my [C#] imagination.
[B] So [F#] many cringes and [C#] hinges ups, coming off the hinges, I was living on the [B] fringes.
My, my, my [C#] imagination.
[C#] [G#] [F#] Enough about me now.
You gotta talk about the people, baby.
At [D#m] home [C#] somewhere I don't [B] like, eating stuff [F#] off the motorbikes.
[C#] I [D] [D#m] can't [C#] get the language [B] right, just tell me [F#] what's a lady like.
[G#]
[F#] [C#] [F#] I love some Vaxxer-nista, tote bag [C#] chic baristas.
I'm visiting east on the [F#] communist akistas, writing about their imaginations.
[D#] [B] I like my man like [F#] I like my coffee, [C#] for his soy milk is so sweet he won't offend [F#] anybody.
I stand on the pages [C#] of the nation.
[F#]
New boy, I like to take care of my kids, she said.
[D#m] What's [C#] inside of us [B] begets that feeling [F#] on the internet.
It's like someone intended [C#] it, like [D] everything's in sync.
[D#m] She's got my [C#] name through earth [B] begets the time I'm [F#] with the scruffy gates. I'm beautiful. I'm beautiful.
One, two, [G#]
three.
[B] [F#] [C#]
[D#m] [B] [F#] [C#]
[C#] [B] [F#] [C#]
[D#m] [B] [F#] [C#]
Am [B] I ironically worth [F#] it, am I a joker, [C#] am I just some post [D#m] [B]-credits emo?
Calling his ego [C#] imagination. Everybody.
I'm not quite that bad in a [F#] thousand four hundred [C#] days, in nine hours and [D#m] sixteen [B] minutes straight.
It's [F#] kind of my daily iteration.
[C#]
[N]
[B] She [F#] was part of the Air Force, I was [C#] part of the band, I always used to hold [B] her hand.
[F#] My, my, my [C#] imagination.
[B] I was [F#] living my best life, [C#] living my parent's way before the clean pen and the [F#] verbal pen.
My, my, my [C#] cancellation.
[F#]
[B] And I fell [F#] in love with a boy who was [C#] kinda lame.
I was Rambo and he was [F#] Paul Vlade.
And my, my, my [C#] imagination.
[B] So [F#] many cringes and [C#] hinges ups, coming off the hinges, I was living on the [B] fringes.
My, my, my [C#] imagination.
[C#] [G#] [F#] Enough about me now.
You gotta talk about the people, baby.
At [D#m] home [C#] somewhere I don't [B] like, eating stuff [F#] off the motorbikes.
[C#] I [D] [D#m] can't [C#] get the language [B] right, just tell me [F#] what's a lady like.
[G#]
[F#] [C#] [F#] I love some Vaxxer-nista, tote bag [C#] chic baristas.
I'm visiting east on the [F#] communist akistas, writing about their imaginations.
[D#] [B] I like my man like [F#] I like my coffee, [C#] for his soy milk is so sweet he won't offend [F#] anybody.
I stand on the pages [C#] of the nation.
[F#]
New boy, I like to take care of my kids, she said.
[D#m] What's [C#] inside of us [B] begets that feeling [F#] on the internet.
It's like someone intended [C#] it, like [D] everything's in sync.
[D#m] She's got my [C#] name through earth [B] begets the time I'm [F#] with the scruffy gates. I'm beautiful. I'm beautiful.
One, two, [G#]
three.
[B] [F#] [C#]
[D#m] [B] [F#] [C#]
[C#] [B] [F#] [C#]
[D#m] [B] [F#] [C#]
Am [B] I ironically worth [F#] it, am I a joker, [C#] am I just some post [D#m] [B]-credits emo?
Calling his ego [C#] imagination. Everybody.
I'm not quite that bad in a [F#] thousand four hundred [C#] days, in nine hours and [D#m] sixteen [B] minutes straight.
It's [F#] kind of my daily iteration.
[C#]
[N]
Key:
C#
F#
B
D#m
G#
C#
F#
B
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ [F#] _ _
_ _ [B] She [F#] was part of the Air Force, I was [C#] part of the band, I always used to hold [B] her hand.
[F#] My, my, my [C#] imagination. _
_ _ [B] I was [F#] living my best life, [C#] living my parent's way before the clean pen and the [F#] verbal pen.
My, my, my [C#] cancellation. _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] And I fell [F#] in love with a boy who was [C#] kinda lame.
I was Rambo and he was [F#] Paul Vlade.
And my, my, my [C#] imagination. _
_ _ [B] So [F#] many cringes and [C#] hinges ups, coming off the hinges, I was living on the [B] fringes.
My, my, my [C#] imagination.
[C#] _ _ [G#] _ _ [F#] Enough about me now.
You gotta talk about the people, baby.
At _ [D#m] home [C#] somewhere I don't [B] like, eating stuff [F#] off the motorbikes. _ _
_ [C#] I _ [D] _ _ [D#m] can't [C#] get the language [B] right, just tell me [F#] what's a lady like.
[G#] _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ [F#] I love some Vaxxer-nista, tote bag [C#] chic baristas.
I'm visiting east on the [F#] communist akistas, writing about their imaginations.
[D#] _ [B] I like my man like [F#] I like my coffee, [C#] for his soy milk is so sweet he won't offend [F#] anybody.
I stand on the pages [C#] of the nation.
_ _ [F#] _ _
_ New boy, I like to take care of my kids, she said. _
_ [D#m] _ What's [C#] inside of us [B] begets that feeling [F#] on the internet.
It's like someone intended [C#] it, like [D] everything's in sync.
[D#m] She's got my [C#] name through earth [B] begets the time I'm [F#] with the scruffy gates. I'm beautiful. I'm beautiful. _ _ _
_ _ _ One, _ _ _ _ _ two, [G#] _ _ _ _
three.
[B] _ _ [F#] _ _ [C#] _ _
[D#m] _ _ [B] _ _ [F#] _ _ [C#] _ _
[C#] _ _ [B] _ _ [F#] _ _ [C#] _ _
[D#m] _ [B] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ [C#] _ _
Am [B] I ironically worth [F#] it, am I a joker, [C#] am I just some post [D#m] [B]-credits emo?
Calling his ego [C#] imagination. Everybody.
I'm not quite that bad in a [F#] thousand four hundred [C#] days, in nine hours and [D#m] sixteen [B] minutes straight.
It's [F#] kind of my daily iteration. _
_ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ _ [B] She [F#] was part of the Air Force, I was [C#] part of the band, I always used to hold [B] her hand.
[F#] My, my, my [C#] imagination. _
_ _ [B] I was [F#] living my best life, [C#] living my parent's way before the clean pen and the [F#] verbal pen.
My, my, my [C#] cancellation. _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] And I fell [F#] in love with a boy who was [C#] kinda lame.
I was Rambo and he was [F#] Paul Vlade.
And my, my, my [C#] imagination. _
_ _ [B] So [F#] many cringes and [C#] hinges ups, coming off the hinges, I was living on the [B] fringes.
My, my, my [C#] imagination.
[C#] _ _ [G#] _ _ [F#] Enough about me now.
You gotta talk about the people, baby.
At _ [D#m] home [C#] somewhere I don't [B] like, eating stuff [F#] off the motorbikes. _ _
_ [C#] I _ [D] _ _ [D#m] can't [C#] get the language [B] right, just tell me [F#] what's a lady like.
[G#] _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ [F#] I love some Vaxxer-nista, tote bag [C#] chic baristas.
I'm visiting east on the [F#] communist akistas, writing about their imaginations.
[D#] _ [B] I like my man like [F#] I like my coffee, [C#] for his soy milk is so sweet he won't offend [F#] anybody.
I stand on the pages [C#] of the nation.
_ _ [F#] _ _
_ New boy, I like to take care of my kids, she said. _
_ [D#m] _ What's [C#] inside of us [B] begets that feeling [F#] on the internet.
It's like someone intended [C#] it, like [D] everything's in sync.
[D#m] She's got my [C#] name through earth [B] begets the time I'm [F#] with the scruffy gates. I'm beautiful. I'm beautiful. _ _ _
_ _ _ One, _ _ _ _ _ two, [G#] _ _ _ _
three.
[B] _ _ [F#] _ _ [C#] _ _
[D#m] _ _ [B] _ _ [F#] _ _ [C#] _ _
[C#] _ _ [B] _ _ [F#] _ _ [C#] _ _
[D#m] _ [B] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ [C#] _ _
Am [B] I ironically worth [F#] it, am I a joker, [C#] am I just some post [D#m] [B]-credits emo?
Calling his ego [C#] imagination. Everybody.
I'm not quite that bad in a [F#] thousand four hundred [C#] days, in nine hours and [D#m] sixteen [B] minutes straight.
It's [F#] kind of my daily iteration. _
_ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _