Biography:
Sidney Gish is a DIY pop artist from Boston, MA. Her debut album "Ed Buys Houses" was released in 2016 although there are collections of earlier music on her bandcamp. At the start of 2018 her Sophomore album "No Dogs Allowed" was recognized by Pitchfork which resulted in a massive increase in her popularity.
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Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
[Verse 1]
B F#
Sixty five miles an hour
E
I’m not home yet
F#
Telephone poles get
B
blurred together, in gray weather
F#
till they look like crucifixes
E
Until something in me thinks if
F#
I was nimble enough,
B
I’d climb one up and be a symbol
F#
giving cars a heart attack
E
cause I’ve got a knack for these shock tactics
F#
and I want my suburb back.
B
But it was never mine,
F#
besides, I’d never crucify
E
myself, and Jesus of Suburbia’s
F#
a myth that never died
B
Homecoming queen, not in my dreams
F# F# F
I'll be homecoming serf, it seems
E
but hey, it doesn’t even bother me
E F# E
We’ve moved away, and who needs royalty?
[Chorus]
E F# B B/A#
I love vacation days
G#m F# E
It’s a blacked out haze I’m in
F#
This cul de sac is coming
B B/A# G#m F# E
back, back back back back
E F# B B/A#
Who cares if we're obscure
G#m F#
Homecoming serf
E F# G G#m
I know this quiet life, it used to hurt
E F# B
but now we're dancing round and laughing in the dirt
[Verse 2]
B
It's barely one pm
F#
And my cooking's barely done
E F#
and my thighs feel like the chicken breast I hated slicing up
B F#
I think I'll be a vegetarian, kill two birds with one stone
E
I’ll lose a stone, I'll feel humane
F#
I cook the meat and eat it anyway
B
I think that I’ll rebel now
F#
Not like my age is too late
E
I’m still half straight but I can easily
F#
act gayer than fck h8
B
And I'll tell kids to smoke cigs and weed
F#
despite the surgeon’s warning
E
I’ll eat LSD soaked mini wheats
F#
in white russians for breakfast every morning
[Chorus]
E F# B
I love vacation days
B/A# G#m F# E
It’s a blacked out haze I’m in
F#
This cul de sac is coming
B B/A# G#m F# E
back, back back back back
E F# B B/A#
Who cares if we're obscure
G#m F#
Homecoming serf
E F# G G#m
I know this quiet life, it used to hurt
E F# B
but now we're dancing round and laughing in the dirt
[Interlude]
E F# G G#m
La la la la la la la la la x3
E F# B
La la la la la la la la
[Verse 3]
B
Don’t think I'm pointing fingers
F#
These are crocodile tears
E
It's no ones fault but mine
That I shut up
F#
For all of eighteen years
B
But now my friends are driving out
F#
We’re gonna walk around the mall
E
We'll be the youngest there
F#
Who cares, we'll call ourselves adults
[Bridge]
E F# B
At least I’ve got a cat,
B/A# G#m F# E
though she hates me bad, it seems
F# B B/A# G#m F#
but we reign over the SUVs and dairy queens
E F#
This isn't lyricism
B B/A# G#m F#
I'm just dropping rhymes like flies
E F#
Let’s go freak out everyone
G G#m
No reason, who knows why?
E
What’s on your mind?
F# G G#m
not like I’ve got the time to stick around,
E
I’ll catch my flight,
F# G G#m
make like a pop punk kid, and get out of this town
E
What’s on your mind?
F# G G#m
There’s no point left to keep your image down,
E F#
Let’s terrify
[Chorus]
E F# B
I love vacation days
B/A# G#m F# E
It’s a blacked out haze I’m in
F#
This cul de sac is coming
B B/A# G#m F# E
back, back back back back
E F# B
Who cares if we're obscure
B/A# G#m F#
Homecoming serf
E F# G G#m F#
I know this quiet life, it used to hurt
E F# G G#m F#
but now we're dancing round and laughing in the dirt
E F# G G#m F#
This one goes out to my homecoming serfs
E F# G G#m F#
Yeah, pour one out for my homecoming serfs
E F# G G#m F#
This one goes out to my homecoming serfs
E F# B
We’re dancing round and laughing in the dirt
B F#
Sixty five miles an hour
E
I’m not home yet
F#
Telephone poles get
B
blurred together, in gray weather
F#
till they look like crucifixes
E
Until something in me thinks if
F#
I was nimble enough,
B
I’d climb one up and be a symbol
F#
giving cars a heart attack
E
cause I’ve got a knack for these shock tactics
F#
and I want my suburb back.
B
But it was never mine,
F#
besides, I’d never crucify
E
myself, and Jesus of Suburbia’s
F#
a myth that never died
B
Homecoming queen, not in my dreams
F# F# F
I'll be homecoming serf, it seems
E
but hey, it doesn’t even bother me
E F# E
We’ve moved away, and who needs royalty?
[Chorus]
E F# B B/A#
I love vacation days
G#m F# E
It’s a blacked out haze I’m in
F#
This cul de sac is coming
B B/A# G#m F# E
back, back back back back
E F# B B/A#
Who cares if we're obscure
G#m F#
Homecoming serf
E F# G G#m
I know this quiet life, it used to hurt
E F# B
but now we're dancing round and laughing in the dirt
[Verse 2]
B
It's barely one pm
F#
And my cooking's barely done
E F#
and my thighs feel like the chicken breast I hated slicing up
B F#
I think I'll be a vegetarian, kill two birds with one stone
E
I’ll lose a stone, I'll feel humane
F#
I cook the meat and eat it anyway
B
I think that I’ll rebel now
F#
Not like my age is too late
E
I’m still half straight but I can easily
F#
act gayer than fck h8
B
And I'll tell kids to smoke cigs and weed
F#
despite the surgeon’s warning
E
I’ll eat LSD soaked mini wheats
F#
in white russians for breakfast every morning
[Chorus]
E F# B
I love vacation days
B/A# G#m F# E
It’s a blacked out haze I’m in
F#
This cul de sac is coming
B B/A# G#m F# E
back, back back back back
E F# B B/A#
Who cares if we're obscure
G#m F#
Homecoming serf
E F# G G#m
I know this quiet life, it used to hurt
E F# B
but now we're dancing round and laughing in the dirt
[Interlude]
E F# G G#m
La la la la la la la la la x3
E F# B
La la la la la la la la
[Verse 3]
B
Don’t think I'm pointing fingers
F#
These are crocodile tears
E
It's no ones fault but mine
That I shut up
F#
For all of eighteen years
B
But now my friends are driving out
F#
We’re gonna walk around the mall
E
We'll be the youngest there
F#
Who cares, we'll call ourselves adults
[Bridge]
E F# B
At least I’ve got a cat,
B/A# G#m F# E
though she hates me bad, it seems
F# B B/A# G#m F#
but we reign over the SUVs and dairy queens
E F#
This isn't lyricism
B B/A# G#m F#
I'm just dropping rhymes like flies
E F#
Let’s go freak out everyone
G G#m
No reason, who knows why?
E
What’s on your mind?
F# G G#m
not like I’ve got the time to stick around,
E
I’ll catch my flight,
F# G G#m
make like a pop punk kid, and get out of this town
E
What’s on your mind?
F# G G#m
There’s no point left to keep your image down,
E F#
Let’s terrify
[Chorus]
E F# B
I love vacation days
B/A# G#m F# E
It’s a blacked out haze I’m in
F#
This cul de sac is coming
B B/A# G#m F# E
back, back back back back
E F# B
Who cares if we're obscure
B/A# G#m F#
Homecoming serf
E F# G G#m F#
I know this quiet life, it used to hurt
E F# G G#m F#
but now we're dancing round and laughing in the dirt
E F# G G#m F#
This one goes out to my homecoming serfs
E F# G G#m F#
Yeah, pour one out for my homecoming serfs
E F# G G#m F#
This one goes out to my homecoming serfs
E F# B
We’re dancing round and laughing in the dirt
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