#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. #
#——————————————————————————#
#
DEPECHE MODE
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
