Whats The Frequency, Kenneth? - R.E.M., ukulele chords

Published: 2021-02-02 16:26
Selection chords: Katie Paterson

Intro:
D A G A D A G

A           D          Bm                G              A       D   A   G
"Whatʼs the frequency, Kenneth?" is your Benzedrine, uh-huh
A     D           Bm         G               A         D       Bm    E7
I was brain-dead, locked out, numb, not up to speed

G                           A
I thought Iʼd pegged you an idiotʼs dream
G                      A
Tunnel vision from the outsiderʼs screen

D       A          D      G         A      A    G    A
I never understood the frequency, uh-huh
D            A                    D       G        A    A    G    A    D
You wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh

A                D         Bm            G           A         D  A  G
Iʼd studied your cartoons, radio, music, tv, movies, magazines
A       D                    Bm                 G          A    D  Bm  E7
Richard said, "Withdrawal in disgust is not the same as apathy"

G                         A
A smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth
G                           A
You said that irony was the shackles of youth

D          A        D       G         A      A    G    A
You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh
D       A          D      G          A      A    G    A    D
I never understood the frequency, uh-huh

Bm A x3
A A G A   D

A           D          Bm                G              A   D  A  G
"Whatʼs the frequency, Kenneth?" is your Benzedrine, uh-huh
A         D      Bm               G           A         D    Bm   E7
Butterfly decal, rearview mirror, dogging the scene

G                           A
You smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth
G                           A
You said that irony was the shackles of youth

D          A        D       G         A         A    G    A
You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh
D       A          D      G          A          A    G    A
I never understood the frequency, uh-huh
D            A                    D       G        A       A
You wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh
G          A
I couldnʼt understand
D             A             D           G         A        A
You said that irony was the shackles of youth, uh-huh
G          A
I couldnʼt understand
D          A        D       G         A         A
You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh
G          A
I couldnʼt understand
D       A          D       G         A          A    G    A
I never understood, donʼt fuck with me, uh-huh

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