Biografía:
You, Me, and Everyone We Know es una banda de rock de Washington, DC, al frente por el cantautor Ben Liebsch. Lanzaron su debut EP Party for the Grown and Sexy en 2006. Su segundo EP, So Young, So Insane,, fue puesto en libertad el 18 de noviembre de 2008.
La banda está compuesta actualmente por Ben Liebsch en voz, Noel Milford en guitarra, Rico Vigilia en el teclado, y Aaron Stern en la bateria
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
Chords
B E F# G#m E (high) Eb C#m
e |2--0--2---4----7--------6---4
b |4--0--2---4----9--------7---5
g |4--1--3---4----9--------8---6
d |4--2--4---6----9--------9---6
a |2--2--4---6----7--------6---4
E |---0--2---4-----------------
You, Me, and Everyone We Know
I'd Contribute More Dead
Tabbed with Love
(Intro Verse)
B
I was just seventeen in a world getting mean
E
so my mind took a decade long walk.
B
Since its return, I?ve grown more than concerned
E
and I think that it?s time for a talk.
(Intro)
B, F#, B, E (high)
B, F#, E, Eb, C#m, Eb
(Verse 1)
B F#
Love the lord, trash the planet, (yeah we already know!)
E Eb C#m Eb
Adopt a poor foreign child. (can?t you just let it go?!)
B F#
Spread like dust in the breeze, (population control!)
E
I?m not saying we?re all guilty but we sure as hell know.
(Pre-chorus)
G#m F# E
I?m all fire and brimstone when I write, but
G#m F# E
I won't leave this seat to join the fight.
(Chorus)
B F#
So put the nail in the coffin, I?ll be resting my head.
A E F#
An average male in America, I?d contribute more dead.
B F#
And when they rail against our actions, or lack thereof, i?m sure we?ll find
A E
shame at last inside, we didn?t even need to read between the lines.
(Verse 2)
B F#
I?m running on outdated hardware while shopping for phones
E
in an overcrowded everywhere (alone!) together we fold.
B F#
Wielding absolute knowledge in the palm of my hand,
E
I peruse tits and ass, how was this your god?s plan?
(Verse 3)
B F#
I?d say we need to get outside but there?s no point for half the country.
E
It?s all cops and crops and parking lots, woods turned into housing plots.
B F#
So the green spaces fleet while the food deserts creep
E
outward from the parts of town, where wealthy hide the black and brown.
(Pre-chorus)
G#m F# E
I?m all fire and brimstone when I write, but
G#m F# E
I won't leave this seat to join the fight.
(Nice little bass part)
a | 2-2-2-2-2-2-2/4/6---------------0-0-0-0-0-2-2??-----------
E | -----------------0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-------------0-0-0-0-0-0-0
(Chorus)
B F#
So put the nail in the coffin, I?ll be resting my head.
A E F#
An average male in America, I?d contribute more dead.
(Bridge)
G#m
Nothing we say?s gunna make a difference,
B
nothing i do is gunna make a difference,
E
nothing we say?s gunna make a difference,
E
nothing you do is gunna make a difference.
G#m B
...Gunna make a difference, gunna make a difference...
E E
...Gunna make a difference, gunna make a difference...
(Intro Verse)
B
I was just seventeen in a world getting mean
E
so my mind took a decade long walk.
B
Since its return, I?ve grown more than concerned
E (hold)
and I think that it?s time for a talk.
(break)
(Final Chorus)
B F#
So put the nails in my coffin, I?ll be resting my head.
A E F#
An average male in America, I?d contribute more dead.
B F#
And when you rail against my actions, or lack thereof, I?m sure we?ll find
A E
shame at last inside, we didn?t even need to read between the lines.
End on E
B E F# G#m E (high) Eb C#m
e |2--0--2---4----7--------6---4
b |4--0--2---4----9--------7---5
g |4--1--3---4----9--------8---6
d |4--2--4---6----9--------9---6
a |2--2--4---6----7--------6---4
E |---0--2---4-----------------
You, Me, and Everyone We Know
I'd Contribute More Dead
Tabbed with Love
(Intro Verse)
B
I was just seventeen in a world getting mean
E
so my mind took a decade long walk.
B
Since its return, I?ve grown more than concerned
E
and I think that it?s time for a talk.
(Intro)
B, F#, B, E (high)
B, F#, E, Eb, C#m, Eb
(Verse 1)
B F#
Love the lord, trash the planet, (yeah we already know!)
E Eb C#m Eb
Adopt a poor foreign child. (can?t you just let it go?!)
B F#
Spread like dust in the breeze, (population control!)
E
I?m not saying we?re all guilty but we sure as hell know.
(Pre-chorus)
G#m F# E
I?m all fire and brimstone when I write, but
G#m F# E
I won't leave this seat to join the fight.
(Chorus)
B F#
So put the nail in the coffin, I?ll be resting my head.
A E F#
An average male in America, I?d contribute more dead.
B F#
And when they rail against our actions, or lack thereof, i?m sure we?ll find
A E
shame at last inside, we didn?t even need to read between the lines.
(Verse 2)
B F#
I?m running on outdated hardware while shopping for phones
E
in an overcrowded everywhere (alone!) together we fold.
B F#
Wielding absolute knowledge in the palm of my hand,
E
I peruse tits and ass, how was this your god?s plan?
(Verse 3)
B F#
I?d say we need to get outside but there?s no point for half the country.
E
It?s all cops and crops and parking lots, woods turned into housing plots.
B F#
So the green spaces fleet while the food deserts creep
E
outward from the parts of town, where wealthy hide the black and brown.
(Pre-chorus)
G#m F# E
I?m all fire and brimstone when I write, but
G#m F# E
I won't leave this seat to join the fight.
(Nice little bass part)
a | 2-2-2-2-2-2-2/4/6---------------0-0-0-0-0-2-2??-----------
E | -----------------0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-------------0-0-0-0-0-0-0
(Chorus)
B F#
So put the nail in the coffin, I?ll be resting my head.
A E F#
An average male in America, I?d contribute more dead.
(Bridge)
G#m
Nothing we say?s gunna make a difference,
B
nothing i do is gunna make a difference,
E
nothing we say?s gunna make a difference,
E
nothing you do is gunna make a difference.
G#m B
...Gunna make a difference, gunna make a difference...
E E
...Gunna make a difference, gunna make a difference...
(Intro Verse)
B
I was just seventeen in a world getting mean
E
so my mind took a decade long walk.
B
Since its return, I?ve grown more than concerned
E (hold)
and I think that it?s time for a talk.
(break)
(Final Chorus)
B F#
So put the nails in my coffin, I?ll be resting my head.
A E F#
An average male in America, I?d contribute more dead.
B F#
And when you rail against my actions, or lack thereof, I?m sure we?ll find
A E
shame at last inside, we didn?t even need to read between the lines.
End on E
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