Biografía:
Bomb The Music Industry! (¡Bombardea a la industria musical!) (BMtI!) es un colectivo musical de Long Island, Nueva York (EEUU) que escribe, produce, graba y distribuye toda su música. La cabeza visible del proyecto es Jeff Rosenstock, un multiinstrumentalista que, junto con otros participantes de BMtI!, también fue miembro de The Arrogant Sons of Bitches (Los arrogantes hijos de puta). BMtI! ha ganado notoriedad por su ética del punk DIY ("hazlo tú mismo")
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Otras canciones:
- 2400000
- 25
- 25 Hour Goddam Telethon
- 493 Ruth
- All Alone In My Big Lonely Apartment
- Big Kisses
- Big Plans Of Sleeping In
- Cant Complain
- Cold Chillin Cold Chillin
- Come On This Shit Is Getting Ridiculous
- Congratulations John On Joining Every Time I Die
- Depression Is No Fun
- Does Your Face Hurt No Cause Its Killing Me
- Dude Get With The Program
- Even Winning Feels Bad
- Free Bird
- Fresh Attitude Young Body
- Future 86
- Get Warmer
- Grudge Report
- Hurricane Waves
- I Dont Love You Anymore
- Im A Panic Bomb Baby
- Im Terrorfied
- It Ceases To Be Whining If Youre Still Shitting Blood
- Little Brother
- Pizza Claus Is Comin To Town
- Ready Set No
- Sadder Weirder
- Saddr Weirdr
- Shut Up The Punx
- Side Projects Are Never Successful
- Slumlord
- Snow Charges
- Sorry Brooklyn Dancing Wont Solve Anything
- Sort Of Like Being Pumped
- Stand There Until Youre Sober
- Struggler
- Stuff That I Like
- Sweet Home Cannada
- Syke Life Is Awesome
- The First Time I Met Sanawon
- The Last Party Foul
- The Shit That You Hate
- The Soul Crushing Northeast
- Theres My Bailout
- This Is A Singalong
- Undead
- Unlimited Breadsticks Soup And Salad Days
- Vocal Coach
- Wednesday Night Drinkball
- You Still Believe In Me
¡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!
[Intro]
Bm G Bm G
[Verse]
Bm
Take a look at your haircut, you're killing me
G
Take a look at your glasses, you're killing me
Bm
Placement of the piercings, you're killing me
G
Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight
Bm
Take a look at your ripped jeans, you're killing me
G
Take a look at your Converse, you're killing me
Bm
Get a shirt that fits you, you're killing me
G
Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight
Bm
Someone the other day was telling me about marketing
G
And how it's so important for a band to sell a t-shirt
Bm
I told him that the money goes right back into the same thing
G
And now we're just a breeding ground for more and more consumers
Bm
Sellout, shmellout, it's not about that
G
But all my problems seem to stem from cash
Bm
I got my beliefs and I don't care if they're right
G
But if we don't meet our quota, man, we're gonna get into another fight
[Chorus]
D Bbdim
Soon we'll be in the clear when we get out of here
Bm Bbdim
Where style is function and our egos make us fight
D Bbdim
For now we'll live in fear, we're not sexy enough for this atmosphere
Bm A G D
Someone blow it up tonight, we'll fight, fight, fight, fight
[Verse]
Bm
Take a look at your haircut, you're killing me
G
Take a look at your glasses, you're killing me
Bm
Placement of the piercings, are you kidding me?
G
Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight
Bm
Take a look at your ripped jeans, you're killing me
G
Take a look at your Converse, you're killing me
Bm
Get a shirt that fits you, you're killing me
G
Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight
Bm
Williamsburg has got the lights down low
G
And a moron with a laptop is calling this poetry
Bm
A singer with a thrift amp - "vintage circuitry"
G
On the cover of Bop or Seventeen
Em
I'm so lonely, life is empty
G
Where's my coke and fucking money?
Em
Tonight at the bar I got a good look at the enemy
G
He said "I'm too fucking cool someone else can write the songs for me"
[Chorus]
D Bbdim
Soon we'll be in the clear when we get out of here
Bm Bbdim
Where style is function and our egos make us fight
D Bbdim
For now we'll live in fear, we're not sexy enough for this atmosphere
Bm C
Someone blow it up tonight.
D
Please blow it up tonight.
[Break]
D Bb
D Bb A
[Bridge]
D Bb
Now we're cloning sheep
D Bb A
Writing garbage in their diaries
D F#5
Reading their AP
G
And watching Fuse TV
[Break]
D Bb
D Bb A
[Bridge]
D Bb
Kill it, c'est la vie
D Bb A
Fashion show equals your scene
D F#5
Bomb the industry, yeah
G
Then run away and watch the blast
F#m
I'm getting out so kiss my ass
Em
I'm going nowhere, nowhere fast
Bb
I'm going nowhere, nowhere fast
Bm G Bm G
[Verse]
Bm
Take a look at your haircut, you're killing me
G
Take a look at your glasses, you're killing me
Bm
Placement of the piercings, you're killing me
G
Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight
Bm
Take a look at your ripped jeans, you're killing me
G
Take a look at your Converse, you're killing me
Bm
Get a shirt that fits you, you're killing me
G
Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight
Bm
Someone the other day was telling me about marketing
G
And how it's so important for a band to sell a t-shirt
Bm
I told him that the money goes right back into the same thing
G
And now we're just a breeding ground for more and more consumers
Bm
Sellout, shmellout, it's not about that
G
But all my problems seem to stem from cash
Bm
I got my beliefs and I don't care if they're right
G
But if we don't meet our quota, man, we're gonna get into another fight
[Chorus]
D Bbdim
Soon we'll be in the clear when we get out of here
Bm Bbdim
Where style is function and our egos make us fight
D Bbdim
For now we'll live in fear, we're not sexy enough for this atmosphere
Bm A G D
Someone blow it up tonight, we'll fight, fight, fight, fight
[Verse]
Bm
Take a look at your haircut, you're killing me
G
Take a look at your glasses, you're killing me
Bm
Placement of the piercings, are you kidding me?
G
Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight
Bm
Take a look at your ripped jeans, you're killing me
G
Take a look at your Converse, you're killing me
Bm
Get a shirt that fits you, you're killing me
G
Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight
Bm
Williamsburg has got the lights down low
G
And a moron with a laptop is calling this poetry
Bm
A singer with a thrift amp - "vintage circuitry"
G
On the cover of Bop or Seventeen
Em
I'm so lonely, life is empty
G
Where's my coke and fucking money?
Em
Tonight at the bar I got a good look at the enemy
G
He said "I'm too fucking cool someone else can write the songs for me"
[Chorus]
D Bbdim
Soon we'll be in the clear when we get out of here
Bm Bbdim
Where style is function and our egos make us fight
D Bbdim
For now we'll live in fear, we're not sexy enough for this atmosphere
Bm C
Someone blow it up tonight.
D
Please blow it up tonight.
[Break]
D Bb
D Bb A
[Bridge]
D Bb
Now we're cloning sheep
D Bb A
Writing garbage in their diaries
D F#5
Reading their AP
G
And watching Fuse TV
[Break]
D Bb
D Bb A
[Bridge]
D Bb
Kill it, c'est la vie
D Bb A
Fashion show equals your scene
D F#5
Bomb the industry, yeah
G
Then run away and watch the blast
F#m
I'm getting out so kiss my ass
Em
I'm going nowhere, nowhere fast
Bb
I'm going nowhere, nowhere fast
Bombshell
Bombshell Rocks
Bomshel
Bon Voyage
Bon y los enemig (...)