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!
Written by Jeff Rosenstock
Performed by Bomb the Music Industry
Transcribed by Adam Greenberg adamcgreenberg[at]hotmail[dot]com
I figured out the chords so I could do an acoustic version of the song. They are 100%
if you play along. I use open chords for whatever I can, I think it sounds best that way.
are pulled off the bomb the music industry website. This website isn't keeping the
I put in, so you'll have to figure out the timing.
Have fun with it, make it original.
D A G
Brown paper bags metal cans.
D A Em
Sixty degrees fahrenheit.
D F#
We can't see the stars tonight
G Em
‘cause apartments generate ambient light
A F#m G
And I'm sorry that we're not already drunk.
D A G
Hours later we're getting there
D A Em
Meters away from the shore
D F#
My forty of Corona is just
G Em
drops away from being kicked
A G D
And I don't know what I'm gonna be tomorrow.
D G Bm
When you stayed overnight making out with a stranger
Em D
in the bottom of a boat that belonged to a stranger
G
and you came home at six in the morning
Bm Em
after being caught ass naked by the dude who threw the party
D A G
I thought that we'd never grow up.
D A D
I thought that we'd never grow up.
D A G
Now all my friends rise at eight.
D A Em
They go to sleep before midnight.
D F#
And I just wanna drink 'til three
G Em
Embarrassing myself publicly.
A Bb
And you all used to be just like me
Bm C
You fuckers used to be just like me.
D G
So now I sit and stew alone.
Bm
Everyone's already sleeping.
Em
Everybody's moved away
D
and can pay their bills on time.
G Bm
No one else is making a hundred and ten bucks for twenty hours.
Em
God I hate this fucking place.
D
God I hate what happened to me.
A G
You promised we'd stay best of friends.
D A G
But we can't 'cause I just can't grow up.
p.m.
E5 A5
And it kills me. Yeah it kills me
D B5
that I don’t know what I can do.
E5 E5 E5 E5
I can’t breathe correctly and
C#5 C#5 C#5 C#5
I can’t sleep or anything and
D F# G Gm
I can’t think of anything I can’t think of anything.
D A G
Now every night is miserable.
D A Em
So sad I can't even get drunk.
D F#
So let's go out just one last time.
G Em
Let's finish off a box of wine.
A Bb
Do shots of yukon jack and lime.
Bm C D
Can we drink 'til I fucking die?
G
I'll make you party at my funeral
Bm
'Cause mourning is for suckers.
Em
I'll rent a ferris wheel and
D
cotton candy machine and have open bar
G
with all the Pabst that you can drink
Bm
the PA blasting my Clash records.
Em
You'll finally know that life's okay
D
Even when bad things happen.
D A G
D A G
So just one more beer, then grow up.
D A G
So just one more beer, then grow up.
D F#
So just one more beer.
G
Go to work.
Em
Pay your bills.
D
Eat a dick.
A D
One more beer, THEN grow up.
Performed by Bomb the Music Industry
Transcribed by Adam Greenberg adamcgreenberg[at]hotmail[dot]com
I figured out the chords so I could do an acoustic version of the song. They are 100%
if you play along. I use open chords for whatever I can, I think it sounds best that way.
are pulled off the bomb the music industry website. This website isn't keeping the
I put in, so you'll have to figure out the timing.
Have fun with it, make it original.
D A G
Brown paper bags metal cans.
D A Em
Sixty degrees fahrenheit.
D F#
We can't see the stars tonight
G Em
‘cause apartments generate ambient light
A F#m G
And I'm sorry that we're not already drunk.
D A G
Hours later we're getting there
D A Em
Meters away from the shore
D F#
My forty of Corona is just
G Em
drops away from being kicked
A G D
And I don't know what I'm gonna be tomorrow.
D G Bm
When you stayed overnight making out with a stranger
Em D
in the bottom of a boat that belonged to a stranger
G
and you came home at six in the morning
Bm Em
after being caught ass naked by the dude who threw the party
D A G
I thought that we'd never grow up.
D A D
I thought that we'd never grow up.
D A G
Now all my friends rise at eight.
D A Em
They go to sleep before midnight.
D F#
And I just wanna drink 'til three
G Em
Embarrassing myself publicly.
A Bb
And you all used to be just like me
Bm C
You fuckers used to be just like me.
D G
So now I sit and stew alone.
Bm
Everyone's already sleeping.
Em
Everybody's moved away
D
and can pay their bills on time.
G Bm
No one else is making a hundred and ten bucks for twenty hours.
Em
God I hate this fucking place.
D
God I hate what happened to me.
A G
You promised we'd stay best of friends.
D A G
But we can't 'cause I just can't grow up.
p.m.
E5 A5
And it kills me. Yeah it kills me
D B5
that I don’t know what I can do.
E5 E5 E5 E5
I can’t breathe correctly and
C#5 C#5 C#5 C#5
I can’t sleep or anything and
D F# G Gm
I can’t think of anything I can’t think of anything.
D A G
Now every night is miserable.
D A Em
So sad I can't even get drunk.
D F#
So let's go out just one last time.
G Em
Let's finish off a box of wine.
A Bb
Do shots of yukon jack and lime.
Bm C D
Can we drink 'til I fucking die?
G
I'll make you party at my funeral
Bm
'Cause mourning is for suckers.
Em
I'll rent a ferris wheel and
D
cotton candy machine and have open bar
G
with all the Pabst that you can drink
Bm
the PA blasting my Clash records.
Em
You'll finally know that life's okay
D
Even when bad things happen.
D A G
D A G
So just one more beer, then grow up.
D A G
So just one more beer, then grow up.
D F#
So just one more beer.
G
Go to work.
Em
Pay your bills.
D
Eat a dick.
A D
One more beer, THEN grow up.
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