This is the chords of The Adults Are Talking by The Strokes on Piano, Ukulele, Guitar and Keyboard.
[INTRO]
Gm C F Bb Gm C F Bb
[VERSE ONE]
F Dm
They\’ve been sayin\’ you\’re sophisticated
F Dm
They\’re complainin\’, overeducated
F Dm
You are saying all the words I\’m dreaming
C
Say it after me
C
Say it after me
F Dm
They will blame us, crucify and shame us
F Dm
We can\’t help it if we are a problem
F Dm
We are tryin\’ hard to get your attention
C
I\’m climbin\’ up your wall
C
Climbin\’ up your walls
[CHORUS]
Gm
Don\’t go there \’cause you\’ll never return
C
I know you think of me when you think of her
F
But then it don’t make sense when you\’re trying hard
Bb
To do the right thing but without recompense
Gm
And then you did something wrong and you said it was great
C
And now you don\’t know how you could ever complain
F
Because you\’re all confused \’cause you want me to
Bb
But then you want me to do it the same as you
[INSTRUMENTAL]
F Dm F Dm F Dm F Dm
[VERSE TWO]
F Dm
You were waitin\’ for the elevator
F Dm
You were sayin\’ all the words I\’m dreaming
F Dm
No more askin\’, questions, or excuses
C
Information\’s here
C
Here and everywhere
[CHORUS]
Gm
Don\’t go there \’cause you\’ll never return
C
I know you think of me when you think of her
F
But then it don’t make sense when you\’re trying hard
Bb
To do the right thing but without recompense
Gm
And then you did something wrong and you said it was great
C
And now you don\’t know how you could ever complain
F
Because you\’re all confused \’cause you want me to
Bb
But then you want me to do it the same way as you, and then
[BRIDGE]
Gm C
I don\’t, I don\’t want anything
F Bb
I know it\’s not
Bb Gm
It\’s not your fault
Gm C
I don\’t want anyone
F Bb
As I do
Bb
It\’s not for you
Gm C F Bb
Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
Gm C F Bb
Ah-ah, ooh, ooh
[INSTRUMENTAL]
Gm C F Bb Gm C F Bb
[OUTRO]
Gm
Stockholders
Same shit, a different lie
C F
I\’ll get it right sometime
Bb
Oh, maybe not tonight
Gm
Oh, maybe not tonight
C
Oh, maybe not tonight
F
Oh, maybe not tonight
Bb
Oh, maybe not tonight
Yeah boy, here we go
And a one, and a two, and a three
Here we go friends (Hold on, I can\’t)
Maybe that\’s a kooky situation
So let\’s go back to the low key, old tempo, everything