Chords for Augie March - Definitive History (Lyric Video)
Tempo:
48.5 bpm
Chords used:
C#
F#
D
D#m
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F#]
The [F#m]
[D#m] [C#] [F#] fun of the history, splinters of foundation, weaving our horrors into big sets full of
glory holes and fabrics [C#] of contrition.
[F#] Cuts into your patterns, picked you for nothing, tried to knock out your stuffing.
[D#m] Bold in their beers, [D] strong [C#] between their ears.
The same smug [F#] expression, same false tear, the same effradation.
Strange and welcome, just not here, just [D] not here, just not [C#] here.
All men are mice, [C#] all men are mice, doesn't pay to be nice, [F#m] take [F#] all, be [D] for you.
[F#] The fun of the history, [C#] disrespect to the common folk, [F#] it's an obligation.
Common sense commandeer you, take all, all our hard [D] work, steer [C#] your thoughts in a circle jerk.
[F#] Make abominable children, vicious little animals, reared up like pit bull [F#m] dogs by [D] ordinary [C#] Australians.
One for the mother, one for the dad, one for the treasurer, one for the blasphemer.
Don't forget the developers dream, a tumour for their wall, [D] in the belly [G#] of the scroll.
[C#] The fun of the history, [F#]
[C#] [D]
[C#] [F#] two young men took a Chinese girl, early one Thursday morning.
Bricked to her head and a [C#] cord around her neck, [D#m] hands on her body.
[C#] [F#] Drowned her in a bottle, rolled her in a sheet, [C#] dumped her in the river.
[D#m] Children, [C#] newspaper letters, in our own backyard, in our own backyard.
All I will be is [D#m] only [D] stoneless.
[F#] One for the mother, [C#] one for the dad, one for the treasurer, one for the blasphemer.
Don't forget the developers dream, a [D#m] tumour for their wall, in the [C#] belly of the scroll.
[F#m] One for the mother, one for [F#] the dad, one for the treasurer, one for the blasphemer.
Don't forget the developers [F#m] dream, a plot to bury [D#m] their wall, [D] at the edge of [C#] the scroll.
[F#] Definitive History.
[C#]
The [F#m]
[D#m] [C#] [F#] fun of the history, splinters of foundation, weaving our horrors into big sets full of
glory holes and fabrics [C#] of contrition.
[F#] Cuts into your patterns, picked you for nothing, tried to knock out your stuffing.
[D#m] Bold in their beers, [D] strong [C#] between their ears.
The same smug [F#] expression, same false tear, the same effradation.
Strange and welcome, just not here, just [D] not here, just not [C#] here.
All men are mice, [C#] all men are mice, doesn't pay to be nice, [F#m] take [F#] all, be [D] for you.
[F#] The fun of the history, [C#] disrespect to the common folk, [F#] it's an obligation.
Common sense commandeer you, take all, all our hard [D] work, steer [C#] your thoughts in a circle jerk.
[F#] Make abominable children, vicious little animals, reared up like pit bull [F#m] dogs by [D] ordinary [C#] Australians.
One for the mother, one for the dad, one for the treasurer, one for the blasphemer.
Don't forget the developers dream, a tumour for their wall, [D] in the belly [G#] of the scroll.
[C#] The fun of the history, [F#]
[C#] [D]
[C#] [F#] two young men took a Chinese girl, early one Thursday morning.
Bricked to her head and a [C#] cord around her neck, [D#m] hands on her body.
[C#] [F#] Drowned her in a bottle, rolled her in a sheet, [C#] dumped her in the river.
[D#m] Children, [C#] newspaper letters, in our own backyard, in our own backyard.
All I will be is [D#m] only [D] stoneless.
[F#] One for the mother, [C#] one for the dad, one for the treasurer, one for the blasphemer.
Don't forget the developers dream, a [D#m] tumour for their wall, in the [C#] belly of the scroll.
[F#m] One for the mother, one for [F#] the dad, one for the treasurer, one for the blasphemer.
Don't forget the developers [F#m] dream, a plot to bury [D#m] their wall, [D] at the edge of [C#] the scroll.
[F#] Definitive History.
[C#]
Key:
C#
F#
D
D#m
F#m
C#
F#
D
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[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ The _ [F#m] _ _
[D#m] _ _ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] fun of the history, splinters of foundation, weaving our horrors into big sets full of
glory holes and fabrics [C#] of contrition. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#] Cuts into your patterns, picked you for nothing, tried to knock out your stuffing.
[D#m] Bold in their beers, [D] strong [C#] between their ears.
The same smug [F#] expression, same false tear, the same effradation.
Strange and welcome, just not here, just [D] not here, just not [C#] here.
_ All men are mice, [C#] all men are mice, doesn't pay to be nice, [F#m] take [F#] all, be [D] for you.
[F#] The fun of the history, [C#] disrespect _ _ to the common folk, [F#] it's an obligation.
Common sense commandeer you, take all, all our hard [D] work, steer [C#] your thoughts in a circle jerk.
[F#] Make abominable children, vicious little animals, reared up like pit bull [F#m] dogs by _ [D] ordinary [C#] Australians.
One for the mother, one for the dad, one for the treasurer, one for the blasphemer.
Don't forget the developers dream, a tumour for their wall, [D] in the belly [G#] of the scroll.
[C#] The fun of the history, _ _ [F#] _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ _ [F#] two young men took a Chinese girl, early one Thursday morning.
Bricked to her head and a [C#] cord around her neck, [D#m] hands on her body.
_ [C#] _ _ _ [F#] Drowned her in a bottle, rolled her in a sheet, [C#] dumped her in the river. _
[D#m] Children, [C#] newspaper letters, _ in our own backyard, in our own backyard.
All I will be is [D#m] only [D] stoneless.
[F#] One for the mother, [C#] one for the dad, one for the treasurer, one for the blasphemer.
Don't forget the developers dream, a [D#m] tumour for their wall, in the [C#] belly of the scroll.
[F#m] One for the mother, one for [F#] the dad, one for the treasurer, one for the blasphemer.
Don't forget the developers [F#m] dream, a plot to bury [D#m] their wall, [D] at the edge of [C#] the scroll.
_ [F#] Definitive History. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ The _ [F#m] _ _
[D#m] _ _ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] fun of the history, splinters of foundation, weaving our horrors into big sets full of
glory holes and fabrics [C#] of contrition. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#] Cuts into your patterns, picked you for nothing, tried to knock out your stuffing.
[D#m] Bold in their beers, [D] strong [C#] between their ears.
The same smug [F#] expression, same false tear, the same effradation.
Strange and welcome, just not here, just [D] not here, just not [C#] here.
_ All men are mice, [C#] all men are mice, doesn't pay to be nice, [F#m] take [F#] all, be [D] for you.
[F#] The fun of the history, [C#] disrespect _ _ to the common folk, [F#] it's an obligation.
Common sense commandeer you, take all, all our hard [D] work, steer [C#] your thoughts in a circle jerk.
[F#] Make abominable children, vicious little animals, reared up like pit bull [F#m] dogs by _ [D] ordinary [C#] Australians.
One for the mother, one for the dad, one for the treasurer, one for the blasphemer.
Don't forget the developers dream, a tumour for their wall, [D] in the belly [G#] of the scroll.
[C#] The fun of the history, _ _ [F#] _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ _ [F#] two young men took a Chinese girl, early one Thursday morning.
Bricked to her head and a [C#] cord around her neck, [D#m] hands on her body.
_ [C#] _ _ _ [F#] Drowned her in a bottle, rolled her in a sheet, [C#] dumped her in the river. _
[D#m] Children, [C#] newspaper letters, _ in our own backyard, in our own backyard.
All I will be is [D#m] only [D] stoneless.
[F#] One for the mother, [C#] one for the dad, one for the treasurer, one for the blasphemer.
Don't forget the developers dream, a [D#m] tumour for their wall, in the [C#] belly of the scroll.
[F#m] One for the mother, one for [F#] the dad, one for the treasurer, one for the blasphemer.
Don't forget the developers [F#m] dream, a plot to bury [D#m] their wall, [D] at the edge of [C#] the scroll.
_ [F#] Definitive History. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _