Biography:
Modern Baseball are an American indie rock/melodic punk band from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania that formed in 2011. The band consists of vocalist/guitarist Brendan Lukens, vocalist/lead guitarist Jacob Ewald, bassist Ian Farmer and drummer Sean Huber.
Lukens and Ewald were high school friends from Frederick, Maryland and both attended Drexel University in Philadelphia. They released their first EP, The Nameless Ranger, online as a free download in November of 2011.
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Other songs:
- @chl03k
- Fine Great
- How Do I Tell A Girl I Want To Kiss Her
- I Think You Were My Profile Picture Once
- It's Cold Out Here
- Re-do
- See Ya Sucker
- Tears Over Beers
- Wedding Singer
- Your Graduation
- 240
- Alpha Kappa Fall Of Troy The Movie Part Deux
- And Beyond
- Apartment
- Apple Cider I Dont Mind
- Best Friend
- Casket
- Chl03K
- Cider Apple I Dont Mind
- Coals
- Death 4 My Birthday
- Everyday
- Going To Bed Now
- Hiding
- Hope
- Hours Outside In The Snow
- Intersection
- Its Cold Out Here
- Just Another Face
- Look Out
- Mass
- Note To Self
- Notes
- Palmcorder Yajna
- Play Ball
- Play Ball On Ukulele
- Pothole
- Re
- Revenge Of The Nameless Ranger
- Rock Bottom
- Seasonal Small Town Dreams
- Short
- The Old Gospel Choir
- The Thrash Particle
- The Waterboy Returns
- The Weekend
- This Song Is Gonna Buy Brendan Lukens A New Pair Of Socks
- Two Good Things
- Voting Early
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(Capo 3) (Play G as a barre chord on the 6th fret rather than the 3rd)
C G
There's a tombstone in the brush with your name on the front
C
But I had no bucks to get "Here lies They-Ran-Outta-Luck"
G
On the back of it
Sharp as a tack, but in the sense that you're not smart, just a prick
In my finger or my toe
C G
Ripping staggered holes all the way to my chest
All the way to my chest
Am
But every tremble in your voice still echoes in my ears
C
One good night of sleep per year
G
There's a tombstone in the brush with my name on the front
C
But I had no guts to get "Here lies He-Ran-Outta-Luck"
G
On the back of it
C
Sharp as a tack, but in the sense that I'm not smart, just a prick
G C
In the fingers and the toes of all of those who show interest in me
G
And from where I'm standing
Am Em
It looks like I'm way long overdue
Am Em
I know what you meant when you said "fuck you"
Am Em
Breaking up never felt so cruel
G
And now I'm tired
C
And now I'm dead to me
(G C Em) x2
G C
Can we act like we never broke each others' hearts?
G C
At least mine, I don't know how you felt from the start
G C
Oh, that's vile, oh, I'm cruel, oh, it's god damn mean
Am C
I sure as hell know one thing
C C
You sure ain't dead to me
C G
There's a tombstone in the brush with your name on the front
C
But I had no bucks to get "Here lies They-Ran-Outta-Luck"
G
On the back of it
Sharp as a tack, but in the sense that you're not smart, just a prick
In my finger or my toe
C G
Ripping staggered holes all the way to my chest
All the way to my chest
Am
But every tremble in your voice still echoes in my ears
C
One good night of sleep per year
G
There's a tombstone in the brush with my name on the front
C
But I had no guts to get "Here lies He-Ran-Outta-Luck"
G
On the back of it
C
Sharp as a tack, but in the sense that I'm not smart, just a prick
G C
In the fingers and the toes of all of those who show interest in me
G
And from where I'm standing
Am Em
It looks like I'm way long overdue
Am Em
I know what you meant when you said "fuck you"
Am Em
Breaking up never felt so cruel
G
And now I'm tired
C
And now I'm dead to me
(G C Em) x2
G C
Can we act like we never broke each others' hearts?
G C
At least mine, I don't know how you felt from the start
G C
Oh, that's vile, oh, I'm cruel, oh, it's god damn mean
Am C
I sure as hell know one thing
C C
You sure ain't dead to me
Modjo
Modo Avion
Moenia
Moffatts
Mofro
Molly Kate Kestn (...)
Molly Lewis
Molly Spurr
Moloko
Molotov