Biografia:
Bomb the Music Industry! is a collective of musicians moreso than a band. The goal is to have a stress-free environment to write, record and perform music. Of course, if anyone plays a wrong note in this "collective" they will be thrown out of the "collective" and will be forced to start a "band"
Bomb the Music Industry! is not a replacement for any bands that any members are currently in, regardless of what any of us have said while drunk.
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Outras músicas:
- 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
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!
E B A E B A
It's fifty degrees in December and the heat in my house is always broke
E B A E B A
So it feels about twenty-five colder and I can't feel my fingers and toes.
D A G B
I miss the G train with a passion that used to be reserved for hate.
E A
Am I getting too carried away with the bullshit of leaving today?
G
I know that I'm getting bored.
B
Real bored with myself.
E B A E B
It was six o' clock with friends in Boston and I'm diggin' the winter's
A
first snow.
E B A E B
Now it's midnight, I'm drinking Blue Ribbons and I'm already sick of the
A
cold.
D A
The bartended skipped my Tom Waits songs.
G B
It's Wham! now. I wanna "go go."
CHORUS
C#
Let's live like elephants
G#
Stomping on sychophants
F#
Paws in a polygraph
C#
Not favor loneliness
G#
Over companionship
F#
Let's not be jealous.
C# G#
Let's give the pretentious a cure and not just a name.
C# F#
'Cause I'm getting too carried away with the bullshit of leaving today.
Am# D#
I'm really more than just quite a bit bored of myself.
C# F#
'Cause I'm getting too carried away with the bullshit of leaving today.
Am# D#
I didn't wanna be this damn unsure of myself.
C# G# F#
But it never seems to get warmer.
C# G# F#
No matter how far south you go.
C# G# F#
It'll get too hot in the summer
C# G# F#
And the sweat'll soak right through your clothes.
C# G# F#
And you'll feel self-conscious and awkward
C# G# F#
And the feeling stays with you all day
C# G# F# Am# F#
Until you go and put on a new t-shirt and throw that old one away.
The rest of the song repeats
B, E, Gm#, F# over and over again.
eNJOY!
It's fifty degrees in December and the heat in my house is always broke
E B A E B A
So it feels about twenty-five colder and I can't feel my fingers and toes.
D A G B
I miss the G train with a passion that used to be reserved for hate.
E A
Am I getting too carried away with the bullshit of leaving today?
G
I know that I'm getting bored.
B
Real bored with myself.
E B A E B
It was six o' clock with friends in Boston and I'm diggin' the winter's
A
first snow.
E B A E B
Now it's midnight, I'm drinking Blue Ribbons and I'm already sick of the
A
cold.
D A
The bartended skipped my Tom Waits songs.
G B
It's Wham! now. I wanna "go go."
CHORUS
C#
Let's live like elephants
G#
Stomping on sychophants
F#
Paws in a polygraph
C#
Not favor loneliness
G#
Over companionship
F#
Let's not be jealous.
C# G#
Let's give the pretentious a cure and not just a name.
C# F#
'Cause I'm getting too carried away with the bullshit of leaving today.
Am# D#
I'm really more than just quite a bit bored of myself.
C# F#
'Cause I'm getting too carried away with the bullshit of leaving today.
Am# D#
I didn't wanna be this damn unsure of myself.
C# G# F#
But it never seems to get warmer.
C# G# F#
No matter how far south you go.
C# G# F#
It'll get too hot in the summer
C# G# F#
And the sweat'll soak right through your clothes.
C# G# F#
And you'll feel self-conscious and awkward
C# G# F#
And the feeling stays with you all day
C# G# F# Am# F#
Until you go and put on a new t-shirt and throw that old one away.
The rest of the song repeats
B, E, Gm#, F# over and over again.
eNJOY!
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