Biography:
The Black Angels are a psychedelic rock band from Austin, Texas, formed in May 2004. Their name derives from the Velvet Underground song "The Black Angel's Death Song". The band consists of Alex Maas (vocals, guitar), Christian Bland (guitar), Kyle Hunt (keyboards), Nate Ryan (bass) and Stephanie Bailey (drums).
Hannah Levin's review of the Black Angels album, Passover, described them as "Walking in the shadows cast by Spacemen 3 and Spiritualized mastermind Jason Pierce" and compared them to The Warlocks and Black Mountain
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During the verses slide from Bb to B and F to F# to make it sound better
Play Eb like 022000
[Intro]
E E Eb E Eb E Eb E Eb
A Ab A Ab A A# B
[Verse]
B
What if I told you that everything you know
B
Isn't even really true?
F#
I don't think that you think much, do ya?
F#
You don't think that I notice, do ya?
B
And if I told you that nothing matters in the end
B
I'm not sure if you care much, do ya?
B
I don't guess that you scare much, do ya?
[Pre-Chorus]
C# F# E
I'm so tired of those fears I have, dear
C# F# E
I'm so tired of those fears we have, dear
[Chorus]
B
I can do what you can
B F#
Even if my beliefs are broken
B
Even if my pockets broke too
F# B
I can do anything that you can do
[Verse 2]
B
One day, some Sunday, you'll realize you taste death
B
And just one day away from you
F#
Then I think that you care more, won't ya?
F#
I'm pretty sure that you'll pay more, won't ya?
B
Well, who would you ask if you had to find the truth?
F#
I don't know that you know much, do ya?
F#
Not that anyone does, now do they?
[Pre-Chorus]
C# F# E
I'm so tired of your fears you have, dear
C# F# E
I am tired of those fears we have, dear
C# F# E
We're on fire 'cause those fears they have, dear
[Chorus]
B
I can do what you can
B F#
Even if my beliefs are broken
B
Even if my pockets broke too
F#
I can do anything that you can do
B
Looking into the future
F#
I got a wild thought in my head
B
It turns me up like a fightin' machine
F# B
It Turn me off like a worship machine
[Outro]
E Eb E Eb E A Ab A Ab A Ab
E Eb E Eb E Eb E Eb
Show someone else your loin
A Ab A Ab A Ab A Ab
Watch their head hit the floor
E Eb E Eb E Eb E Eb
Pray to, pray what for
A Ab A Ab A Ab A Ab
Watch all heads hit the floor
G# G G# G G# G G#
Keys, all gold and more
F# F F# F F# F F#
Love us, not what for
F
All the way past Sunday evening
E Eb
All the way to Monday's door
Play Eb like 022000
[Intro]
E E Eb E Eb E Eb E Eb
A Ab A Ab A A# B
[Verse]
B
What if I told you that everything you know
B
Isn't even really true?
F#
I don't think that you think much, do ya?
F#
You don't think that I notice, do ya?
B
And if I told you that nothing matters in the end
B
I'm not sure if you care much, do ya?
B
I don't guess that you scare much, do ya?
[Pre-Chorus]
C# F# E
I'm so tired of those fears I have, dear
C# F# E
I'm so tired of those fears we have, dear
[Chorus]
B
I can do what you can
B F#
Even if my beliefs are broken
B
Even if my pockets broke too
F# B
I can do anything that you can do
[Verse 2]
B
One day, some Sunday, you'll realize you taste death
B
And just one day away from you
F#
Then I think that you care more, won't ya?
F#
I'm pretty sure that you'll pay more, won't ya?
B
Well, who would you ask if you had to find the truth?
F#
I don't know that you know much, do ya?
F#
Not that anyone does, now do they?
[Pre-Chorus]
C# F# E
I'm so tired of your fears you have, dear
C# F# E
I am tired of those fears we have, dear
C# F# E
We're on fire 'cause those fears they have, dear
[Chorus]
B
I can do what you can
B F#
Even if my beliefs are broken
B
Even if my pockets broke too
F#
I can do anything that you can do
B
Looking into the future
F#
I got a wild thought in my head
B
It turns me up like a fightin' machine
F# B
It Turn me off like a worship machine
[Outro]
E Eb E Eb E A Ab A Ab A Ab
E Eb E Eb E Eb E Eb
Show someone else your loin
A Ab A Ab A Ab A Ab
Watch their head hit the floor
E Eb E Eb E Eb E Eb
Pray to, pray what for
A Ab A Ab A Ab A Ab
Watch all heads hit the floor
G# G G# G G# G G#
Keys, all gold and more
F# F F# F F# F F#
Love us, not what for
F
All the way past Sunday evening
E Eb
All the way to Monday's door
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