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#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. #
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DEPECHE MODE
USELESS by Martin Gore from Ultra, 1997
Transcription by PA Joachim Larsson, v94_lam@ce.kth.se 970419
Intro
Ebm 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
Ebm F# B (Bb)
Well it's about time
Ebm F# B (Bb)
It's beginning to hurt
Ebm F# B (Bb)
Time you made up your mind
Ebm 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
( Ebm, 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
( Ebm, 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
