The Killers – Losing Touch (Ukulele)
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Tabbed by rich-uk
7 December 2008
Standard tuning - E A D G B E
Intro:
E B F# G#m
E B F# F#
G#m G#m C# C#
G#m G#m C# C#
Verse 1:
G#m G#m C# C# G#m Console me in my darkest hour, convince me that the truth is always grey. G#m C# C# E Caress me in your velvet chair, conceal me from the ghost you cast away.
Chorus 1:
B F# G#m (F#) E I ain't in no hurry, you go run and tell your friends I'm losing touch. B F# F# G#m Fill their heads with rumours of impending doom - it must be true.
Fill:
G#m C# C#
Verse 2:
G#m C# C# G#m Console me in my darkest hour, and tell me that you always hear my cries. G#m C# C# E I wonder what you got conspired, I'm sure it dawns a consolation prize.
Chorus 2:
B F# G#m (F#) E I ain't in no hurry, you go run and tell your friends I'm losing touch. B F# F#7 Fill the night with stories, the legend grows, B (F#) C#m (G#m) E E of how you got lost, but you made your way back home. B (F#) C#m (G#m) E F# You sold your soul, like a roaming vagabond, yeah!
Middle Eight:
G#m G#m G#m G#m I heard you found a wishing well, in the city. G#m G#m G#m G#m E Console me in my darkest hour (in my darkest hour) and you throw me down.
Chorus 3:
B F# G#m (F#) E I ain't in no hurry, you go run and tell your friends I'm losing touch. B F# F#7 Fill your crown with rumours. E B F# G#m Impending doom - it must be true.
E B F# F#
B (F#) C#m (G#m) E E But you made your way back home. B (F#) C#m (G#m) E E You sold your soul, like a roaming vagabond. B (F#) C#m (G#m) E E And about how you got lost, but you made your way back home. B (F#) C#m (G#m) E E You went and sold your soul, an allegiance dead and gone.
Outro:
B (F#) C#m (G#m) E E I'm losing touch.
B (F#) C#m (G#m) E E
B (F#) C#m (G#m) E E
B (F#) C#m (G#m) E E
B
NB. Chords not in brackets fall on the first beat of the bar
Chords in brackets fall mid-bar
Losing Touch
The Killers
Tabbed by rich-uk
7 December 2008
Optional dropped tuning - Eb Ab Db Gb Bb Eb
Intro:
F C G Am
F C G G
Am Am D D
Am Am D D
Verse 1:
Am Am D D Am Console me in my darkest hour, convince me that the truth is always grey. Am D D F Caress me in your velvet chair, conceal me from the ghost you cast away.
Chorus 1:
C G Am (G) F I ain't in no hurry, you go run and tell your friends I'm losing touch. C G G Am Fill their heads with rumours of impending doom - it must be true.
Fill:
Am D D
Verse 2:
Am D D Am Console me in my darkest hour, and tell me that you always hear my cries. Am D D F I wonder what you got conspired, I'm sure it dawns a consolation prize.
Chorus 2:
C G Am (G) F I ain't in no hurry, you go run and tell your friends I'm losing touch. C G G7 Fill the night with stories, the legend grows, C (G) Dm (Am) F F of how you got lost, but you made your way back home. C (G) Dm (Am) F G You sold your soul, like a roaming vagabond, yeah!
Middle Eight:
Am Am Am Am I heard you found a wishing well, in the city. Am Am Am Am F Console me in my darkest hour (in my darkest hour) and you throw me down.
Chorus 3:
C G Am (G) F I ain't in no hurry, you go run and tell your friends I'm losing touch. C G G7 Fill your crown with rumours. F C G Am Impending doom - it must be true.
F C G G
C (G) Dm (Am) F F But you made your way back home. C (G) Dm (Am) F F You sold your soul, like a roaming vagabond. C (G) Dm (Am) F F And about how you got lost, but you made your way back home. C (G) Dm (Am) F F You went and sold your soul, an allegiance dead and gone.
Outro:
C (G) Dm (Am) F F I'm losing touch.
C (G) Dm (Am) F F
C (G) Dm (Am) F F
C (G) Dm (Am) F F
C
NB. Chords not in brackets fall on the first beat of the bar
Chords in brackets fall mid-bar