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!
I *think* this is mostly right. I'm pretty new to tabbing out songs and this is the
one I've done yet (and the first punk song ;-)). I'm not sure about the F* but the one I
is the closest I can get. I'm also not sure about the last chord for each verse... it
not be C. Anyway, enjoy!
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Chords (low to high):
C: X32010
D7: XX0212
F: 133211
F*: XX0565
G: 320022
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C G D7 F*
C F
I sat along the rocks and watched the cold Maine water rush away.
C G
The sun and my guitar and I knew what you were doing yesterday.
Am F
You broke those promises but I’ll get over it.
Am G
‘Cause as long as I’m breathing fresh air I don’t really give a shit
C F C
But I'll get mad for the next ten years, but realise sometimes things are great.
C F
I didn’t have directions and I hadn’t eaten anything all day.
C G
We sucked a fat one and wasted a hundred dollars just to play.
Am F
Ate a bag of peanuts, before the windy road.
Am G
And I couldn’t drink a thing all night because of the vomit in my throat.
C F C
Then you gave me your sweatshirt and your number, sometimes things are great.
C G D7 F*
F G
You don’t own me! You don't own me!
C F
I worked my ass of my entire life to accomplish one dream.
C G
It started happening and everything was bastardized my greed.
Am F
I said “pull this shit over and let me out
Am G
I swear to fucking God I’m fucking giving up right now”
C F C
And now I’ve got a brand new start, I realise sometimes things are great.
C
Scream it in apartment halls -
G
Scream it loud in shopping malls -
D7 F*
Take a ball point pen and paint the inside’s of your eyelids with the constant reminder:
F G
You don’t own me. You don’t own me.
C F
Then I was underground without food or sunlight or encouragement.
C G
Depression set in ‘cause I was a product of my environment.
Am F
And then the other day, I just got in my car.
Am G
Pick Glenn Tillbrook up from the hotel, drive him to the bar.
C F
He wore a t-shirt just like me and wasn’t on his phone
C G
and for fifteen fucking minutes I had a conversation with a hero.
C F
So I’ll be mad for the next ten years...
C G
And after that we’ll go drink beers until the bar runs out of beers
C F C
prepare for the next twenty-three years.
C F F* F x4
C F
‘Cause if I wasn’t a fat kid in high school, I would have never listened to punk rock.
C G
And if I knew how to throw a football, I would have never played any music.
C F
And if never got my heart broken, I would sing “blah blah fucking nothing.”
C G
And if you didn’t fuck my ex-girlfriend, I would still owe you three-thousand dollars.
C F
And if I never lived in that van then I wouldn’t have met Chris or Steve or James, Alex
Middagh.
C G
And if I never worked in a basement I would have never quit my job.
C F
F*
And if I had a big emo band or dropped out of college, I would have never met you, man.
one I've done yet (and the first punk song ;-)). I'm not sure about the F* but the one I
is the closest I can get. I'm also not sure about the last chord for each verse... it
not be C. Anyway, enjoy!
---------
Chords (low to high):
C: X32010
D7: XX0212
F: 133211
F*: XX0565
G: 320022
---------
C G D7 F*
C F
I sat along the rocks and watched the cold Maine water rush away.
C G
The sun and my guitar and I knew what you were doing yesterday.
Am F
You broke those promises but I’ll get over it.
Am G
‘Cause as long as I’m breathing fresh air I don’t really give a shit
C F C
But I'll get mad for the next ten years, but realise sometimes things are great.
C F
I didn’t have directions and I hadn’t eaten anything all day.
C G
We sucked a fat one and wasted a hundred dollars just to play.
Am F
Ate a bag of peanuts, before the windy road.
Am G
And I couldn’t drink a thing all night because of the vomit in my throat.
C F C
Then you gave me your sweatshirt and your number, sometimes things are great.
C G D7 F*
F G
You don’t own me! You don't own me!
C F
I worked my ass of my entire life to accomplish one dream.
C G
It started happening and everything was bastardized my greed.
Am F
I said “pull this shit over and let me out
Am G
I swear to fucking God I’m fucking giving up right now”
C F C
And now I’ve got a brand new start, I realise sometimes things are great.
C
Scream it in apartment halls -
G
Scream it loud in shopping malls -
D7 F*
Take a ball point pen and paint the inside’s of your eyelids with the constant reminder:
F G
You don’t own me. You don’t own me.
C F
Then I was underground without food or sunlight or encouragement.
C G
Depression set in ‘cause I was a product of my environment.
Am F
And then the other day, I just got in my car.
Am G
Pick Glenn Tillbrook up from the hotel, drive him to the bar.
C F
He wore a t-shirt just like me and wasn’t on his phone
C G
and for fifteen fucking minutes I had a conversation with a hero.
C F
So I’ll be mad for the next ten years...
C G
And after that we’ll go drink beers until the bar runs out of beers
C F C
prepare for the next twenty-three years.
C F F* F x4
C F
‘Cause if I wasn’t a fat kid in high school, I would have never listened to punk rock.
C G
And if I knew how to throw a football, I would have never played any music.
C F
And if never got my heart broken, I would sing “blah blah fucking nothing.”
C G
And if you didn’t fuck my ex-girlfriend, I would still owe you three-thousand dollars.
C F
And if I never lived in that van then I wouldn’t have met Chris or Steve or James, Alex
Middagh.
C G
And if I never worked in a basement I would have never quit my job.
C F
F*
And if I had a big emo band or dropped out of college, I would have never met you, man.
Bombshell
Bombshell Rocks
Bomshel
Bon Voyage
Bon y los enemig (...)
Bones
Bonet De San Ped (...)
Boney M.
Bonez MC
Bonfire