Depeche Mode – Useless (Ukulele)

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#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------# # USELESS by Martin Gore from Ultra, 1997 Transcription by PA Joachim Larsson, [email protected] 970419 Intro
 D#m            F#                   B
e---------------5--4--2-----------|--------------------5--4--2-----------2-----|
B---4--4--2--4-----------4--2--4--|--4-----4--4--2--4-----------4--2--4-----4--|
G---------------------------------|--------------------------------------------|
D---------------------------------|--------------------------------------------|
A---------------------------------|--------------------------------------------|
E---------------------------------|--------------------------------------------|
Verse
D#m    F#                 B           (Bb)
           Well it's about time

D#m    F#                 B             (Bb)
           It's beginning to hurt

D#m    F#                      B           (Bb)
           Time you made up your mind

D#m    F#                  B
           Just what is it all worth
Chorus
Bbm                 B
   All my useless advice

Bbm                B
   All my hanging around

Bbm                          B
   All your cutting down to size

C#                           B          Bbm
         All my bringing you down
Intro
( D#m, F#, B, (Bb) (
Watch the clock on the wall
Feel the slowing of time Hear a voice in the hall Echoing in my mind
( Bbm, B, Bbm, B, Bbm, B, C#, B, Bbm (
All your stupid ideals
You've got your head in the clouds You should see how it feels With your feet on the ground
( D#m, F#, B, (Bb) (
Here I stand the accused
With your fist in my face Feeling tired and bruised With the bitterest taste
( Bbm, B, Bbm, B, Bbm, B, C#, B, Bbm (
All my useless advice
All my hanging around All your cutting down to size All my bringing you down
( Bbm, B, Bbm, B, Bbm, B, C#, B, Bbm (
All your stupid ideals
You've got your head in the clouds You should see how it feels With your feet on the ground