Biografia:
Beach Slang are a three piece punk rock band from Philadelphia. Members also play in Weston, Crybaby and Ex-Friends. They have been described as sounding like "a one-night stand between The Psychedelic Furs and The Replacements".
Their debut EP - Who Would Ever Want Anything So Broken was released on Dead Broke Rekerds.
Their second EP - Cheap Thrills on a Dead End Street was released in September 2014 on Tiny Engines.
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Standard, capo 4. The timing in the intro and interlude is kind of tricky, the chord changes are fast,
but listen closely and you'll get it with practice.
[Intro]
B C#m B A B C#m A (x4)
[Verse]
A B C#m A B
What we are is not under control
A B C#m A
We're the kids who won't do what we're told
B C#m B A
All the words that I carve out of my throat'
B C#m B A
They keep me alive, but keep me alone
B C#m B A
So, I shove those things in microphones
A
To feel like I might matter, I don't
[Interlude]
B C#m B A B C#m A (x4)
[Verse]
A B C#m A B
Wrap your scars around my radio
A B C#m A
Let it hit soft and sweet and slow
B C#m B A
Baby, spit in my mouth so I can hold
B C#m B A
All of the junk you've ever been told
B C#m B A
I'm a last chance bet, a neon ghost
A
But, man, the dirtiest lights shine the most
[Interlude]
B C#m B A B C#m A (x4)
A C#m B (x4)
[Outro]
A C#m B A C#m B
I blur all this hurt into sound
A C#m B A C#m B
I blur all this hurt into sound
A C#m B A C#m B
I blur all this hurt into sound
A C#m B A C#m B
I blur all this hurt into sound
A C#m B A C#m B
I blur all this hurt into sound
A C#m B A C#m B
I blur all this hurt into sound
A C#m B A C#m B
I blur all this hurt into sound
A C#m B A C#m B
I blur all this hurt into sound
but listen closely and you'll get it with practice.
[Intro]
B C#m B A B C#m A (x4)
[Verse]
A B C#m A B
What we are is not under control
A B C#m A
We're the kids who won't do what we're told
B C#m B A
All the words that I carve out of my throat'
B C#m B A
They keep me alive, but keep me alone
B C#m B A
So, I shove those things in microphones
A
To feel like I might matter, I don't
[Interlude]
B C#m B A B C#m A (x4)
[Verse]
A B C#m A B
Wrap your scars around my radio
A B C#m A
Let it hit soft and sweet and slow
B C#m B A
Baby, spit in my mouth so I can hold
B C#m B A
All of the junk you've ever been told
B C#m B A
I'm a last chance bet, a neon ghost
A
But, man, the dirtiest lights shine the most
[Interlude]
B C#m B A B C#m A (x4)
A C#m B (x4)
[Outro]
A C#m B A C#m B
I blur all this hurt into sound
A C#m B A C#m B
I blur all this hurt into sound
A C#m B A C#m B
I blur all this hurt into sound
A C#m B A C#m B
I blur all this hurt into sound
A C#m B A C#m B
I blur all this hurt into sound
A C#m B A C#m B
I blur all this hurt into sound
A C#m B A C#m B
I blur all this hurt into sound
A C#m B A C#m B
I blur all this hurt into sound
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