Chord Part Of The Band - The 1975

[Intro]
C Dm C

F                        C
 she was part of the air force,
                  G
i was part of the band
                 Am
i always used to bust into her hand
F           C       G     Am
 in my, my, my imagination

F                C
 i was living my best life,
               G
living with my parents
               Am
way before the paying penance
                F
and verbal propellants
            C       G      Am
and my, my, my cancellation, hm yeah

Int. F C G Am
     F C G Am

     F                    C
and i fell in love with a boy,
it was kinda lame
G                  Am
 i was rimbaud and he was paul verlaine
F           C       G     Am
 in my, my, my imagination

F                    C
 so many cringes and heroin binges
      G
i was coming off the hinges,
  Am
living on the fringes
  F        C       G     Am
of my, my, my imagination, oh yeah..

Dm-Em-F-G
         enough about me now..
Dm-Em-F         -G
       you gotta talk
about the people, baby..
Dm-Em-F-G
         (but that's kind of the idea)

[Reff]
 Am                 G
 at home, somewhere i don't like..
 F                   C
 eating stuff off of motorbikes..
 F     -Em F             G  E
 coming to her lookalikes..

 Am              G
 i can't get the language right..
      F                C
 just tell me what's unladylike..
 F -Em F  G
 hu hu hu..

       F
i know some vaccinista
C                  G
tote bag chic baristas sitting in east
         Am
on their communista keisters
F         C               G      Am
 writing about their ejaculations

         F                    C
i like my men, like i like my coffee
            G
full of soy milk and so sweet,
          Am
it won't offend anybody
      F             C
whilst staining the pages
       G     Am
of the nation, oh yeah..

Dm-Em-F-G
         a xanax and a newport..
Dm-Em-F           -G
      well i take care of my kids,
she said..
Dm-Em-F-G

[Reff]
     Am              G
 the worst inside of us begets..
      F              C
 that feeling on the internet..
      F       -Em   F
 it's like someone intended it..
       G           E
 (like advertising cigarettes)

   Am             G
 a diamond in the rough begets
     F              C
 the diamond with a scruff you get
 F -Em F G
 hu hu hu..

[Instrumental]
F C G Am
        F C G Am
        F C G Am
        F C G Am

    F
am i ironically woke?
    C
the butt of my joke?
        G
or am i just some post-coke,
Am
average, skinny bloke
F            C        G      Am
 calling his ego imagination?

         F
i've not picked up that
     C                     G
in a thousand four hundred days
                   Am
and nine hours and sixteen minutes, babe
F                C        G     Am  F
 it's kind of my daily iteration..

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===ORIGINAL CHORD===
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[Intro]
F# G#m F#

B                        F#
 she was part of the air force,
                  C#
i was part of the band
                 D#m
i always used to bust into her hand
B           F#      C#    D#m
 in my, my, my imagination

B                F#
 i was living my best life,
               C#
living with my parents
               D#m
way before the paying penance
                B
and verbal propellants
            F#      C#     D#m
and my, my, my cancellation, hm yeah

Int. B F# C# D#m
     B F# C# D#m

     B                    F#
and i fell in love with a boy,
it was kinda lame
C#                 D#m
 i was rimbaud and he was paul verlaine
B           F#      C#    D#m
 in my, my, my imagination

B                    F#
 so many cringes and heroin binges
      C#
i was coming off the hinges,
  D#m
living on the fringes
  B        F#      C#    D#m
of my, my, my imagination, oh yeah..

G#m-A#m-B-C#
         enough about me now..
G#m-A#m-B         -C#
         you gotta talk
about the people, baby..
G#m-A#m-B-C#
          (but that's kind of the idea)

[Reff]
 D#m                C#
 at home, somewhere i don't like..
 B                   F#
 eating stuff off of motorbikes..
 B    -A#m B           C# A#
 coming to her lookalikes..

 D#m             C#
 i can't get the language right..
      B                F#
 just tell me what's unladylike..
 B -A#m B C#
 hu hu hu..

       B
i know some vaccinista
F#                 C#
tote bag chic baristas sitting in east
         D#m
on their communista keisters
B         F#              C#     D#m
 writing about their ejaculations

         B                    F#
i like my men, like i like my coffee
            C#
full of soy milk and so sweet,
          D#m
it won't offend anybody
      B             F#
whilst staining the pages
       C#    D#m
of the nation, oh yeah..

G#m-A#m-B -C#
         a xanax and a newport..
G#m-A#m-B           -C#
         well i take care of my kids,
she said..
G#m-A#m-B-C#

[Reff]
     D#m             C#
 the worst inside of us begets..
      B              F#
 that feeling on the internet..
      B       -A#m B
 it's like someone intended it..
       C#          A#
 (like advertising cigarettes)

   D#m            C#
 a diamond in the rough begets
     B              F#
 the diamond with a scruff you get
 B -A#m B C#
 hu hu hu..

[Instrumental]
B F#/A# C# D#m
        B F# C# D#m
        B F#/A# C# D#m
        B F# C# D#m

    B
am i ironically woke?
    F#/A#
the butt of my joke?
        C#
or am i just some post-coke,
D#m
average, skinny bloke
B            F#       C#     D#m
 calling his ego imagination?

         B
i've not picked up that
     F#                    C#
in a thousand four hundred days
                   D#m
and nine hours and sixteen minutes, babe
B                F#       C#    D#m  B
 it's kind of my daily iteration..