Db I'm the son of rage and love Bbm The Jesus of suburbia Gb From the Bible of none of the above Ab On a steady diet of Db Soda pop and Ritalin Bbm No one ever died for my Gb Sins in hell, as far as I can tell Ab At least the ones I've gotten away with Gb Ab And there's nothing wrong with me Gb Ab This is how I'm supposed to be Gb Ab In a land of make believe That don't believe in me | Db - Ab | Gb | ( x2 ) Db Get my television fix Bbm Sitting on my crucifix Gb The living room or my private womb Ab While the moms and brads are away Db To fall in love and fall in debt Bbm To alcohol and cigarettes Gb And Mary Jane to keep me insane Ab And doing someone else's cocaine Gb Ab And there's nothing wrong with me Gb Ab This is how I'm supposed to be Gb Ab In a land of make believe That don't believe in me | Db - Ab | Gb | ( x2 ) | Db | Bbm | Gb | Ab | | Db | F | Bbm – Ab | Gb | Ab | Db At the center of the earth Db/C In the parking lot Bbm Ab Of the 7-11 were I was taught Gb Ab The motto was just a lie Db It says home is were your heart is Db/C But what a shame Bbm Ab Cause everyone's heart doesn't beat the same Gb Ab We're beating out of time Bbm Ab City of the dead Db Gb At the end of another lost highway Bbm Ab Gb Sign misleading to nowhere Bbm Ab City of the damned Db Gb Lost children with dirty faces today Bbm Ab Gb No one really seems to care Db I read the graffiti Db/C In the bathroom stall Bbm Ab Like the holy scriptures of a shopping mall Gb Ab And so it seemed to confess Db It didn't say much Db/C But it only confirmed that Bbm Ab The center of the earth is the end of the world Gb Ab And I could really care less Bbm Ab City of the dead Db Gb At the end of another lost highway Bbm Ab Gb Sign misleading to nowhere Bbm Ab City of the damned Db Gb Lost children with dirty faces today Bbm Ab Gb No one really seems to care | Ab - Db | Ab - Db | Gb - Db | Ab | Ab Db I don't care if you don't Ab Db I don't care if you don't Gb Db Ab I don't care if you don't care ( x4 ) Gb – Ab I don’t care… | Db | Db | Db | A - Ab | ( x2 ) Db A - Ab Everyone is so full of xxxx Db A - Ab Born and raised by hypocrites Db A - Ab Hearts recycled but never saved Db A - Ab From the cradle to the grave Db A - Ab We are the kids of war and peace Db A - Ab From Anaheim to the Middle East Db A - Ab We are the stories and disciples Db A - Ab Of the Jesus of suburbia Gb Ab Db - Ab Land of make believe Gb Ab Db - Ab And it don't believe in me Gb Ab Db - Ab Land of make believe Gb Ab And I don't believe Gb – Ab Db And I don’t care ( x4 ) Gb – Ab Db - Ab And I don’t care Ab Cm Dearly beloved are you listening? Db Ab Eb I can’t remember a word that you were saying Ab Cm Are we demented or are we disturbed? Db Ab Eb The space that's in between insane and insecure Ab Cm Oh therapy, can you please fill the void? Db Ab Eb Am I xxxxxxxx or am I just overjoyed Ab Cm Nobody's perfect and I stand accused Db Ab Eb For lack of a better word, and that's my beat excuse | Ab | Cm | Db | Ab – Eb | | Ab | Gb – Db | ( x4 ) Ab Gb - Db – Ab – Gb - Db To live and not to breathe Ab Gb – Db – Ab – Gb - Db Is to die in tragedy Ab Gb – Db – Ab – Gb - Db To run, to run away Ab Gb – Db – Ab – Gb - Db To find what you believe Db – Ab – Db – Ab – Db Ab Eb – Ab – Eb – Ab – Eb And I.. Leave be.. hind Ab Db Ab Db Ab Db Ab Eb – Ab – Eb – Ab - Eb This hu..rri..cane of fu..cking lies Ab Gb – Db – Ab – Gb - Db I lost my faith to this Ab Gb – Db – Ab – Gb - Db This town that don't exist Ab Gb – Db – Ab – Gb - Db So I run, I run away Ab Gb – Db - Ab To the light of masochist Db – Ab – Db – Ab – Db Ab Eb – Ab – Eb – Ab – Eb And I.. Leave be.. hind Ab Db Ab Db Ab Db Ab Eb – Ab – Eb – Ab - Eb This hu..rri..cane of fu..cking lies Db – Ab – Db – Ab – Db Ab Eb – Ab – Eb – Ab – Eb And I.. Walked this line Ab Db Ab Db Ab Db Ab Eb – Ab – Eb – Ab – Eb - Ab A mil..lion and one fu..cking times But not this time | Ab | Gb – Db | ( x10 ) Db – Ab - Db – Ab - Db – Ab Eb – Ab – Eb – Ab – Eb – Ab ( x2 ) Db Eb I don't feel any shame Ab Db I won’t apologize Db Eb Ab When there ain't nowhere you can go Db Eb Running away from pain Ab Db When you've been victimized Db Eb Tales from another broken... Ab Home... Gb – Db - Ab You’re leaving... Gb – Db - Ab You’re leaving... Gb – Db - Ab You’re leaving... Gb – Db Ah you’re leaving home… | Ab | Gb – Db | | Ab | Gb – Db | Ab | Dit arrangement is de eigen interpretatie van de inzender, gedeeld voor privéstudie, educatie en niet-commercieel gebruik. Het onderliggende nummer, de songtekst en de muziek blijven eigendom van hun rechthebbenden. Om verwijdering aan te vragen, zie Juridische verklaring.
Jesus Of Suburbia akkoorden van Green Day
Voorgesteld strumpatroonneer-op achtsten
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Werkt ook: stuwende 4/4 d – d – d u d u
Jesus Of Suburbia spelen op ukelele
Het strumpatroon dat past is de neer-op achtsten: d u d u. De groove zit rond de 130 bpm, een stevig tempo. Deze leunt op lastigere grepen, met de akkoorden op niveau bekwaam. Drive fast down-ups through the punk sections and shift feel for softer parts.
10 ukelele-akkoorden gebruikt in "Jesus Of Suburbia" van Green Day: A, Am, Bbm, C, Cm, Db, Eb, F, Gb en Ab
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If you transpose this piece to “-1” it makes it so much easier
c/b means:
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hear.
What do the slashes mean like c/b? Help…
The line is “are we demented or am I disturbed”. other than that, thank you for posting this song!
Again, amazing song! Thank you for posting 🙂
Also, chords are hecka easier -1
-1 is easier and sounds better, in my opinion