Biografia:
On top of fronting the melodic pop-punk quintet of Lagwagon, vocalist and guitarist Joey Cape also moonlights as the frontman for Bad Astronaut. Accompanied by former Nerf Herder and Swingin' Utters bassist Marko 72 (also of Sugarcult) and Lagwagon drummer Derrick Plourde, this indie rock three-piece debuted in their hometown of Santa Barbara in early 2000. With their polished but mature and complex presence that resembles Cape's full-time gig, Bad Astronaut released their first EP, Acrophobe, courtesy of Honest Don's Records in early 2001.
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Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
Artist: Bad Astronaut
Song: Disarm
Album: Houston: We Have A Drinking Problem
Tabbed by: Don Tago
email: [email protected]
Standard Tuning
Verse:
D A Bm
I'm coming home,
F# G D G
I'm not bound anymore on the brink of nothing
A
I'm just starting something.
D A Bm F# G
I am dog boy, overwhelmed, unemployed,
D G A
An arsenal of outbursts but I'm just saying it first.
D A Bm F# G
I don't want to lose everything that we grew.
D G A
I'm not cutting you down, I'm just carrying the axe.
Chorus:
G D F#
Knowing it's half bad, knowing its a little sad
Bm F# G A F#
and theres blood on our hands. I hate this.
G D F#
No one at the wheel, everyone is here to feel,
Bm F# G A Bm A A A
Verse
I'm coming home. We aren't sound anymore,
I can't build a purpose in this falling structure.
I'm not tearing it down, I just can't find the sound.
I'm disarming the bomb before it goes off.
Chorus
Knowing it's half bad, knowing it's all smiling sad.
And the gun in my hand is empty.
I am Mr. Guilt, everyone is here to feel.
Bm F# G A x3
Bm F# G A A
I thank you all so much for my next trick, next trip,
(D A Bm F# G D G: repeat to end with some variation)
drive home.
Song: Disarm
Album: Houston: We Have A Drinking Problem
Tabbed by: Don Tago
email: [email protected]
Standard Tuning
Verse:
D A Bm
I'm coming home,
F# G D G
I'm not bound anymore on the brink of nothing
A
I'm just starting something.
D A Bm F# G
I am dog boy, overwhelmed, unemployed,
D G A
An arsenal of outbursts but I'm just saying it first.
D A Bm F# G
I don't want to lose everything that we grew.
D G A
I'm not cutting you down, I'm just carrying the axe.
Chorus:
G D F#
Knowing it's half bad, knowing its a little sad
Bm F# G A F#
and theres blood on our hands. I hate this.
G D F#
No one at the wheel, everyone is here to feel,
Bm F# G A Bm A A A
Verse
I'm coming home. We aren't sound anymore,
I can't build a purpose in this falling structure.
I'm not tearing it down, I just can't find the sound.
I'm disarming the bomb before it goes off.
Chorus
Knowing it's half bad, knowing it's all smiling sad.
And the gun in my hand is empty.
I am Mr. Guilt, everyone is here to feel.
Bm F# G A x3
Bm F# G A A
I thank you all so much for my next trick, next trip,
(D A Bm F# G D G: repeat to end with some variation)
drive home.
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