Biography:
Jeff Rosenstock is a must-know name in the Long Island ska-punk scene. Hailing from Baldwin NY, Rosenstock is the frontman/guitarist for both The Arrogant Sons of Bitches, and Bomb The Music Industry!. Rosenstock's music is mostly composed of events, both trivial and life-changing, that have occurred in his everyday life. Jeff plays a wide variety of instruments, from guitar, to bass, to drums, to keyboards.
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Other songs:
- The Internet Is Everywhere
- 80S Through The 50S
- 910
- All This Useless Energy
- Amen
- Bang On The Door
- Beating My Head Against A Wall
- Beauty Of Breathing
- Beers Again Alone
- Blast Damage Days
- Bonus Oceans
- Darkness Records
- Dramamine
- Festival Song
- Get Old Forever
- Hall Of Fame
- Hellllhoooole
- Hey Allison
- I Did Something Weird Last Night
- Im Serious Im Sorry
- Im So Gross
- June 21St
- Little Blue Pills
- Melba
- Nausea
- Pash Rash
- Perfect Sound Whatever
- Pietro 60 Years Old
- Planet Luxury
- Polar Bear Or Africa
- Powerlessness
- Rainbow
- Staring Out The Window At Your Old Apartment
- Teenager
- The Fuzz
- The Lows
- The Trash The Trash The Trash
- To Be A Ghost
- Tv Stars
- Twinkle
- Usa
- Wave Goodnight To Me
- We Begged 2 Explode
- While Youre Alive
- You In Weird Cities
- Yr Throat
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Verse 1:
D
Little blue pills
D
Bottles of codeine lying
Em Bm
On the shelf at dawn.
D
Sleeping soundly
D
With traffic gently humming
Em Bm
Down the boulevard.
Chorus:
G
I hate the morning light
D
Because with every night
G
A little earlier
Bm
It seems to get too bright
G
It squeezes through the blinds
D
Dissolves into my eyes
Em A
And I hate the sunny side.
Verse 2:
Calling good friends
And calling total strangers
Meet me at the bar.
Throw the card down
And leave the fucker open
Like I turned twenty-one.
Chorus (I guess?)
And when it's dark inside
I'll take a taxi ride
Down to the eastern side
Before it gets too bright
I pull the curtains down
I let my head spin round
And my ears ring over the sound.
My ears ring over the sound.
Verse 3:
I upped the dosage
and cleared my bank account
'til everything was gone.
Now the circles
around my eyes grow wider.
The lights are always on.
Chorus:
And every single night
I hold the covers tight
Until I toss and turn
And see the creeping light
I turn things off and on
and on and off and on.
Outro/bridge:
D C Bm A Em A
And I sleep for fifteen minutes like an infant 'til alarm clocks buzz
D C Bm A Em
Through the cracks of the windows from the neighboring apartment until I
A
wake up
D C Bm A Em
So I'll slip next paycheck into bottles brown and amber 'til it's all A
gone
D C Bm A Em
So I'll sleep next paycheck with the fitful fucking terror 'til it's all
A
gone.
Em A
All gone.
D
Little blue pills
D
Bottles of codeine lying
Em Bm
On the shelf at dawn.
D
Sleeping soundly
D
With traffic gently humming
Em Bm
Down the boulevard.
Chorus:
G
I hate the morning light
D
Because with every night
G
A little earlier
Bm
It seems to get too bright
G
It squeezes through the blinds
D
Dissolves into my eyes
Em A
And I hate the sunny side.
Verse 2:
Calling good friends
And calling total strangers
Meet me at the bar.
Throw the card down
And leave the fucker open
Like I turned twenty-one.
Chorus (I guess?)
And when it's dark inside
I'll take a taxi ride
Down to the eastern side
Before it gets too bright
I pull the curtains down
I let my head spin round
And my ears ring over the sound.
My ears ring over the sound.
Verse 3:
I upped the dosage
and cleared my bank account
'til everything was gone.
Now the circles
around my eyes grow wider.
The lights are always on.
Chorus:
And every single night
I hold the covers tight
Until I toss and turn
And see the creeping light
I turn things off and on
and on and off and on.
Outro/bridge:
D C Bm A Em A
And I sleep for fifteen minutes like an infant 'til alarm clocks buzz
D C Bm A Em
Through the cracks of the windows from the neighboring apartment until I
A
wake up
D C Bm A Em
So I'll slip next paycheck into bottles brown and amber 'til it's all A
gone
D C Bm A Em
So I'll sleep next paycheck with the fitful fucking terror 'til it's all
A
gone.
Em A
All gone.
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