The Dream Synopsis taby ukulele według The Last Shadow Puppets (Chwyty barytonu)

E
Well we were kissing
 
It was secret
           A                    B
We’d had to sneak beyond the kitchen
            E               
Both well aware that there’d be trouble
         A               B
If the manager should find us
            A               B                     Dbm       
You’d got a leaning tower of pint pots in your hand
        F#m               A           Dbm B  - Fast
You can carry much more than I can


[Chorus]

    F#m                B                 E
And a wicked gale came howling up through
     Abm     Dbm
Sheffield City Centre
           F#m               B              E      Abm    Dbm
There was palm tree debris everywhere and a Roman Colosseum
           F#m            A   B       E
Isn’t it boring when I talk about my dreams


[Verse]
         E            
I’m in a building and I notice
         A                   B
That I’m surrounded by the ocean
        E           
I get a feeling, I start running
             A            B
Don’t really know why I am running
             A               B
I never really know why I am running
          Dbm
‘til I get caught 
      F#m        A        Dbm B  - Fast
Want to wake up to my dream report


[Chorus]

       F#m              B
And the snow was falling thick and fast
       E          Abm     Dbm
We were bombing down Los Feliz
  F#m                B
It was You and Me and Miles Kane
   E         Abm      Dbm
And some kid I went to school with
       F#m            A  B
It must be awful when I talk about my…


[Bridge]

  A                     Ab
Visions of the past and possible future
                        Dbm
Shoot through my mind and I can’t let go
  C         E            A
Inseparable opposing images
   F#m                   Am
When can you come back again?



[Instrumental]

E A B x 2


[Chorus]

    F#m                   B                 
And a wicked gale came howling up through
  E   Abm     Dbm
Sheffield City Centre
           F#m              B              E      Abm    Dbm
There was palm tree debris everywhere and a Roman Colosseum
           F#m              B         Dbm    F#m
Isn’t it boring when I talk about my dreams
           A           B             E
Isn't it torture when I talk about my dreams