Biography:
The Lawrence Arms are a punk rock trio from Chicago, formed in 1999. The lineup consists of Brendan Kelly (vocals & bass), Chris McCaughan (vocals & guitar), and Neil Hennessy (drums). They have released seven full-length albums and are currently signed to Epitaph. Their music and lyrics exhibit their propensity for juxtaposing references from history and literature with American pop culture. The band takes its name from a building the members resided in (and were later evicted from) called the Lawrence Arms
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Other songs:
- 100 Resolutions
- 106 South
- 3Am Qvc Shopping Spree Hangover
- A Boring Story
- A Toast
- Abracadaver
- Acheron River
- Alert The Audience
- All The Week
- Another Boring Story
- Are You There Margaret Its Me God
- Are You There Yet Margaret Its Me God
- Beautiful Things
- Black Snow
- Boatless Brooze Cruise Part 1
- Bonfire Park
- Brick Wall Views
- Brickwall Views
- Chapter 13 A Hero Appears
- Chapter 13 The Hero Appears
- Chilean District
- Criminal
- Demons
- Devils Takin Names
- Drunken Tweets
- Faintly Falling Ashes
- Ghost Stories
- Hey What Time Is Pensacola Wings Of Gold On Anyway
- Hickery Avenue
- Ill Take Whats In The Box Monty
- Intransit
- Light Breathing Me And Martha Plimpton In A Fancy Elevator
- Like A Record Player
- Metropole
- Minute
- Navigating The Windward Passage
- Necrotism Decanting The Insalubrious Cyborg Midnight Part 7
- Never Fade Away
- October Blood
- Old Mexico Way
- On With The Show
- Overheated
- Paradise Shitty
- Porno And Snuff Films
- Quincentuple Your Money
- Right As Rain Part 2
- Seventeener
- Seventeener 17Th And 37Th
- Spit Shining Shit
- The Corpses Of Our Motivations
- The Devils Takin Names
- The Disaster March
- The First Eviction Notice
- The March Of The Elephants
- The Profiteers
- The Rabbit And The Rooster
- The Ramblin Boys Of Pleasure
- The Rambling Boys Of Pleasure
- The Raw And Searing Flesh
- The Redness In The West
- The Slowest Drink At The Saddest Bar On The Snowiest Day In The Greatest City
- The Ymca Down The Street From The Clinic
- Them Angels Been Talkin
- Theres No Place Like A Strangers Floor
- These Pigs Seem To Be Getting The Best Of Me
- Warped Summer Extravaganza
- You Are Here
- Your Gravest Words
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Great song from the new EP, Buttsweat and Tears. Simple like most of their songs.
Verse 1:
C G Am F
I got too drunk at your wedding and my voice got loud
C G Am F
And I said some creepy things and I staggered around
C G Am F
And even though your best man had to kick me out
C G C
It was a pretty good time either way
Verse 2: (Use same chord progression as above)
It seems a fight broke out and an old man was yelling
Because no one was buying all the bullshit he was selling
He threw all his keepsakes on the ground and walked away
Cursing hard to bring back yesterday
Chorus: (Hard strum and stop on each chord)
C C G G F F F F
And the ti - i - ime it ain't gonna stop
C C G G Am Am Am
Just because you walk away
C C G G F F F F
And you can cry - y - y for those things that you lost
C C G G C
But you ain't never gonna bring back those days
Verse 3: (Use same chord progression as other verses)
I hate the Mondays and the Fridays 'cause they always define
The endless march of pushing ruthlessly to the light
Well, if I'm gonna be damned then I'm gonna get high
And scream until I'm not feeling the pain
Verse 4: (Guitar hits C and holds out for the first two lines, and comes back in
the same pattern as above for the last two)
Let's burn a bridge for the fuck of it and kill this night
With some beers down at the pits, with whiskey lips, and we'll try
To love for the moment and forget for the night
That life doesn't usually feel great
Bridge:
Am G
F G Am
Where we gonna go now that everything is shut down?
F G C
I can't go home, so where do you wanna go now?
F G (tempo slows)
Let's bring it back around to where everybody's singing about the
Chorus:
C G F
Ti - i - ime it ain't gonna stop
C G Am
Just because you walk away
C G F
And you can cry-y-y for those things that you lost
C G C
But you ain't never gonna bring back these days
Verse 1:
C G Am F
I got too drunk at your wedding and my voice got loud
C G Am F
And I said some creepy things and I staggered around
C G Am F
And even though your best man had to kick me out
C G C
It was a pretty good time either way
Verse 2: (Use same chord progression as above)
It seems a fight broke out and an old man was yelling
Because no one was buying all the bullshit he was selling
He threw all his keepsakes on the ground and walked away
Cursing hard to bring back yesterday
Chorus: (Hard strum and stop on each chord)
C C G G F F F F
And the ti - i - ime it ain't gonna stop
C C G G Am Am Am
Just because you walk away
C C G G F F F F
And you can cry - y - y for those things that you lost
C C G G C
But you ain't never gonna bring back those days
Verse 3: (Use same chord progression as other verses)
I hate the Mondays and the Fridays 'cause they always define
The endless march of pushing ruthlessly to the light
Well, if I'm gonna be damned then I'm gonna get high
And scream until I'm not feeling the pain
Verse 4: (Guitar hits C and holds out for the first two lines, and comes back in
the same pattern as above for the last two)
Let's burn a bridge for the fuck of it and kill this night
With some beers down at the pits, with whiskey lips, and we'll try
To love for the moment and forget for the night
That life doesn't usually feel great
Bridge:
Am G
F G Am
Where we gonna go now that everything is shut down?
F G C
I can't go home, so where do you wanna go now?
F G (tempo slows)
Let's bring it back around to where everybody's singing about the
Chorus:
C G F
Ti - i - ime it ain't gonna stop
C G Am
Just because you walk away
C G F
And you can cry-y-y for those things that you lost
C G C
But you ain't never gonna bring back these days
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