Biography:
Say Anything is an alternative rock band formed in Los Angeles, California, United States in 2001. The band has seen several lineup changes, with founder Max Bemis (lead vocals, guitar) as the only constant member. He is currently joined by his brother-in-law Garron DuPree (bass), Parker Case (keyboards, guitar) and Reed Murray (drums). The band has released seven albums in their career: "Baseball" (2001), "...Is a Real Boy" (2004), "In Defense of the Genre" (2007)
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Other songs:
- A Walk Through Hell
- Alive With The Glory Of Love
- Cemetery
- Colorblind
- Death For My Birthday
- Do Better
- Every Man Has A Molly
- Hate Everyone
- High School Low
- I Love You More Than I Hate My Period
- I Used To Have A Heart
- I Want To Know Your Plans
- Less Cute
- Little Girls
- Manhattan
- Retarted In Love
- Say Anything
- She Got Away
- That Is Why
- The Futile
- Total Revenge
- Woe
- Wow,i Can Get Sexual Too
- A Boston Peace
- About Falling
- Admit It
- Ahh Men
- All Choked Up
- Anarchy My Dear
- Baseball But Better
- Belt
- Color Blind
- Crushd
- Eloise
- Goodbye Young Tutor Youve Now Outgrown Me
- Nibble Nibble
- Night Song
- No Games
- Nudity
- Peace Out
- People Like You Are Why People Like Me Exist
- Property
- Retarded In Love
- Shiksa Girlfriend
- Showdown At P
- Showdown In P
- Signal The Riflemen
- Slowly Through A Vector
- Spay Me
- That Is Why You Should Rock My World
- The Church Channel
- The Futile Acoustic
- The Word You Wield
- Thoughts On A Liberal Education
- Try To Remember Forget
- Walk Through Hell
- Where The Hurt Is Acoustic
- Wow I Can Get Sexual Too
- Yellow Cat Red Cat
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capo 1
Em, Am, C2frets slide ver. chord, D
A/C# Em
Despite your pseudo-bohemian appearance
And vaguely leftist doctrine of beliefs
You know nothing about art or sex
That you couldn’t read in any trendy New York underground fashion magazine
Prototypical non-conformist
You are a vacuous soldier of the thrift store Gestapo
You adhere to a set of standards and tastes
That appear to be determined by an unseen panel of hipster judges (bullshit)
Giving a thumbs up or thumbs down to incoming and outgoing trends and styles of music and art
Go analog baby, you’re so post-modern
You’re diving face forward into a antiquated past
It’s disgusting, it's offensive, don’t stick your nose up at me
Em
Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself?
C G F G
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah
Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself?
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah
A Em
You spend your time sitting in circles with your friends
Pontificating to each other
Forever competing for that one moment of self-aggrandizing glory
In which you hog the intellectual spotlight
Holding dominion over the entire shallow pointless conversation
Oh, we’re not worthy
When you walk by a group of quote-unquote normal people
You chuckle to yourself patting yourself on the back as you scoff
It's the same superiority complex
Shared by the high school jocks who made your life a living hell
And makes you a slave to the competitive capitalist dogma
You spend every moment of your waking life bitching about
Em
Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself?
C G
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah
And I say yeah, what do you have to say for yourself?
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah
F C
'Cause I’m proud of my life and the things that I have done
F C
Proud of myself and the loner I’ve become
You’re free to whine, it will not get you far
C/F G
I do just fine, my car and my guitar
C/F C/A
Proud of my life and the things that I have done
Proud of myself and the loner I’ve become
You’re free to whine, it will not get you far
I do just fine, my car and my guitar, yeah
A/C#
Well let me tell you this, I am shamelessly self-involved
I spend hours in front of the mirror, making my hair elegantly disheveled
I worry about how this album will sell
Because I believe it will determine the amount of sex I will have in the future
I self medicate with drugs and alcohol to treat my extreme social anxiety
A
You are a faker (admit it)
Em
You are a fraud (admit it)
A Em Am C
Yeah, you’re living a lie (hey) living a lie (hey) you’re life is living a lie
You don’t impress me (admit it)
You don’t intimidate me (admit it)
Why don’t you bow down, get on the ground, walk this fucking plank (yeah!)
Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah
And I say yeah (what do you..)
Proud of my life and the things that I have done
Proud of myself and the loner I’ve become
You’re free to whine, it will not get you far
I do just fine, my car and my..
Guitar, guitar go!
C F G
I drift, drift, drift, drift, drift, yeah
I drift, drift, drift, drift, drift, yeah oh
C F
And I am done with this
I wanna taste the breeze of every great city
My car and my guitar
My car and my guitar
So you'll come to be, made of these urges unfulfilled
Oh no, no, no, no, no
When I'm dead I'll rest
When I'm dead I'll rest, lay still
C/F C/A
When I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest
When I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest
When I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest
When I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest
******************************************THANKS AND DONT FORGET TO RATE********************************
capo 1
Em, Am, C2frets slide ver. chord, D
A/C# Em
Despite your pseudo-bohemian appearance
And vaguely leftist doctrine of beliefs
You know nothing about art or sex
That you couldn’t read in any trendy New York underground fashion magazine
Prototypical non-conformist
You are a vacuous soldier of the thrift store Gestapo
You adhere to a set of standards and tastes
That appear to be determined by an unseen panel of hipster judges (bullshit)
Giving a thumbs up or thumbs down to incoming and outgoing trends and styles of music and art
Go analog baby, you’re so post-modern
You’re diving face forward into a antiquated past
It’s disgusting, it's offensive, don’t stick your nose up at me
Em
Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself?
C G F G
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah
Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself?
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah
A Em
You spend your time sitting in circles with your friends
Pontificating to each other
Forever competing for that one moment of self-aggrandizing glory
In which you hog the intellectual spotlight
Holding dominion over the entire shallow pointless conversation
Oh, we’re not worthy
When you walk by a group of quote-unquote normal people
You chuckle to yourself patting yourself on the back as you scoff
It's the same superiority complex
Shared by the high school jocks who made your life a living hell
And makes you a slave to the competitive capitalist dogma
You spend every moment of your waking life bitching about
Em
Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself?
C G
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah
And I say yeah, what do you have to say for yourself?
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah
F C
'Cause I’m proud of my life and the things that I have done
F C
Proud of myself and the loner I’ve become
You’re free to whine, it will not get you far
C/F G
I do just fine, my car and my guitar
C/F C/A
Proud of my life and the things that I have done
Proud of myself and the loner I’ve become
You’re free to whine, it will not get you far
I do just fine, my car and my guitar, yeah
A/C#
Well let me tell you this, I am shamelessly self-involved
I spend hours in front of the mirror, making my hair elegantly disheveled
I worry about how this album will sell
Because I believe it will determine the amount of sex I will have in the future
I self medicate with drugs and alcohol to treat my extreme social anxiety
A
You are a faker (admit it)
Em
You are a fraud (admit it)
A Em Am C
Yeah, you’re living a lie (hey) living a lie (hey) you’re life is living a lie
You don’t impress me (admit it)
You don’t intimidate me (admit it)
Why don’t you bow down, get on the ground, walk this fucking plank (yeah!)
Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah
And I say yeah (what do you..)
Proud of my life and the things that I have done
Proud of myself and the loner I’ve become
You’re free to whine, it will not get you far
I do just fine, my car and my..
Guitar, guitar go!
C F G
I drift, drift, drift, drift, drift, yeah
I drift, drift, drift, drift, drift, yeah oh
C F
And I am done with this
I wanna taste the breeze of every great city
My car and my guitar
My car and my guitar
So you'll come to be, made of these urges unfulfilled
Oh no, no, no, no, no
When I'm dead I'll rest
When I'm dead I'll rest, lay still
C/F C/A
When I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest
When I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest
When I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest
When I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest
******************************************THANKS AND DONT FORGET TO RATE********************************
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