Biografía:
The Arrogant Sons of Bitches (Arrogantes hijos de puta, en inglés, y ASOB para abreviar) eran un sexteto de ska punk de Long Island, Nueva York (EEUU).
En 1995, Joe Werfleman y Jeff Rosenstock (que también es el líder del grupo Bomb The Music Industry!) pensaron que sería una buena idea formar una banda para intentar conocer chicas y, en palabras del propio Rosenstock: "seguimos así durante bastante tiempo, aunque también seguimos estudiando".
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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!
MAD PROPS to aleckillscobra for originally tabbing this song.
I play an acoustic by myself, however, and lyrics are important to me.
Here is a chord sheet.
I can't seem to decide whether to play Am-Ab or A-Abm or just Ab-A
just feel it.
[E B A Ab A B]x2
E B A
Well its OK to want, but its less OK to need
Ab A B
'Cause I started to get greedy, that's the last thing I would need
E B A
Ab
Getting comfortable with all my friends, finding no need tooooooo explore
A B
and now I wanna get away from life ('cause I'm so fucking bored)
E B A
Did you ever get the feeling your trying put out the sun
Ab A B
With nothing but a pink and plastic broken water gun
E B A
Yeah, trying to extinguish all the angst that I don't need inside
Ab A B
I wanna get away from life and do something before I die.
E B
...Its so monotonous.
Ab A
...The daily grind:
F#m Ab A
I get up, wake up, go to work or don't, maybe hang out with my friends,
E
then bed. Time I spend has become frivolous
Ab F#m
...Writing songs that no one understands
A E
but plenty will feel obliged to berate.
B
So one day I went nuts.
A Ab A
B E
I don't remember exactly how it happened but now my mind doesn't like me
B A
Seeking therapy never was the way for me
Ab
I got fucked and bounced right back,
A B E
...music was supposed to be a haven.
B A
Yeah, but now I wonder was it a waste of time.
Ab A B E
Should I institute mind withvimandvigorseekinga future.
B A
Yeah, when I figure it all out
Ab A B
I'll create a flux capacitator and travel back in time.
GO!
Ab
I'd leave you behind,
F#m A
but my empty closet bookshelf mind finds it so hard to say goodbye
E
--What I think I wanna do.
B
--A guitar.
--A case of rancid flu.
F#m
--A burnt up photograph of you.
A
And soon I will be leaving you
C#m Ab A B
It never made much sense to me to celebrate the rain
The odds are stacked up against us.
It may help but there's still pain.
So as I sit in the cold and wet writing waiting for a sign
My eyes light up with a ray of hope
She'll never again get to be mine.
C#m Ab A B
I died inside now I don't know what to do.
I died and I thought that you would help me.
C#m Ab A B
There's a fire inside when I say this to you.
C#m Ab A B E
You're not mine any more.
Well it's funny how it all works out this time isn't it, you heartless bitch?
(BITCH!)
And don't think I really care if you give me a phone call anymore or even talk to me...
'Cuz if you give me some meaningless obligatory pity-based friendship that doesn't
really mean anything, just like your life and mine, you're the only one who's got a friend
tomorrow in the fucking morning.
E B A
...You lost your chance with selfishness but
Ab A B
It all comes back to the same problem.
E B A
I am lonely, but don't want you.
Ab
Someday you'll feel this too.
A B
Your problems I can't solve them.
E B A Ab
I'll be gone with a damp piece of paper reading your address.
A B E
Maybe I'll write you someday.
B A Ab A
B E
I thought I'd call but the mechanisms won't let me submit
(ooohhhh, oooooohhh, ooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhh)
I play an acoustic by myself, however, and lyrics are important to me.
Here is a chord sheet.
I can't seem to decide whether to play Am-Ab or A-Abm or just Ab-A
just feel it.
[E B A Ab A B]x2
E B A
Well its OK to want, but its less OK to need
Ab A B
'Cause I started to get greedy, that's the last thing I would need
E B A
Ab
Getting comfortable with all my friends, finding no need tooooooo explore
A B
and now I wanna get away from life ('cause I'm so fucking bored)
E B A
Did you ever get the feeling your trying put out the sun
Ab A B
With nothing but a pink and plastic broken water gun
E B A
Yeah, trying to extinguish all the angst that I don't need inside
Ab A B
I wanna get away from life and do something before I die.
E B
...Its so monotonous.
Ab A
...The daily grind:
F#m Ab A
I get up, wake up, go to work or don't, maybe hang out with my friends,
E
then bed. Time I spend has become frivolous
Ab F#m
...Writing songs that no one understands
A E
but plenty will feel obliged to berate.
B
So one day I went nuts.
A Ab A
B E
I don't remember exactly how it happened but now my mind doesn't like me
B A
Seeking therapy never was the way for me
Ab
I got fucked and bounced right back,
A B E
...music was supposed to be a haven.
B A
Yeah, but now I wonder was it a waste of time.
Ab A B E
Should I institute mind withvimandvigorseekinga future.
B A
Yeah, when I figure it all out
Ab A B
I'll create a flux capacitator and travel back in time.
GO!
Ab
I'd leave you behind,
F#m A
but my empty closet bookshelf mind finds it so hard to say goodbye
E
--What I think I wanna do.
B
--A guitar.
--A case of rancid flu.
F#m
--A burnt up photograph of you.
A
And soon I will be leaving you
C#m Ab A B
It never made much sense to me to celebrate the rain
The odds are stacked up against us.
It may help but there's still pain.
So as I sit in the cold and wet writing waiting for a sign
My eyes light up with a ray of hope
She'll never again get to be mine.
C#m Ab A B
I died inside now I don't know what to do.
C#m Ab A B
There's a fire inside when I say this to you.
C#m Ab A B E
You're not mine any more.
Well it's funny how it all works out this time isn't it, you heartless bitch?
(BITCH!)
And don't think I really care if you give me a phone call anymore or even talk to me...
'Cuz if you give me some meaningless obligatory pity-based friendship that doesn't
really mean anything, just like your life and mine, you're the only one who's got a friend
tomorrow in the fucking morning.
E B A
...You lost your chance with selfishness but
Ab A B
It all comes back to the same problem.
E B A
I am lonely, but don't want you.
Ab
Someday you'll feel this too.
A B
Your problems I can't solve them.
E B A Ab
I'll be gone with a damp piece of paper reading your address.
A B E
Maybe I'll write you someday.
B A Ab A
B E
I thought I'd call but the mechanisms won't let me submit
(ooohhhh, oooooohhh, ooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhh)
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