Bury Me in Analog Chords by Mischief Brew
Tempo:
63.325 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
E
D
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C] So I got [G] a stack of [C] tapes, got a name [G] and maybe date.
[C] They're gonna [E] be worth [Dm] something [G] someday.
[C] That is if I [G] pop that song, [C] just about three [G] minutes long.
[C] About how you [E] done me wrong, I'll [A] make the [G] outrage safe.
And before my time, [C] I decided to [G] take my life.
[C] You can take these [E] treasures and pull [D] them up [G] into light.
Make every song a gem, take every one of them.
[C] Well, it's [Em] a collection of [C]
cacophonies.
[G] And remix, [D] and remaster, [E] my disaster.
[C]
[G#] Of [C] first draft [G] words and [B] never before [Em] heard.
[D] Acoustic [C] takes its source, from the shoebox to the online store.
[D] [G] Bury me [C] in [E] analog, [D] pull the reels [G] up, nearly burned [C] and [E] [A] waterlogged.
And release [C] it.
They bought [C#] it, you sold it, got nothing for [C] everyone.
They bought [G] it, you sold [B] it, got [C] nothing for [G] everyone.
[C] And when it goes out [G] of print, you're gonna reissue it.
[Em] Trade off the publishing [A] rights to the [G] highest bid.
[C] To a queen or king [G] of pop, still revolutionary.
[C] It's an investment, [E] man, I [D] can't make [G] this stuff up.
And the brands I leave behind will party every night.
And sleep all [E] day, don't vibe, and [D] live the trust [G]-run life.
And they'll call the radio, complain and curse and moan.
About [C] how [E] everybody thinks it's [A] cake to [C] live this way.
[G] And my grave [D] will be showered [E] with the [D] latest Santa [C] flower power.
[G] And the freaks [B] will drive by my [E] street and [D] cry and [C] sing and scream.
And listen to the new CD.
[D] [G] Bury [C] me in [E] analog, [D] take a [G] student, you can [C] have it [E] auctioned [A] off.
A couple [C] thousand.
They [G] bought it, you [Bm] sold it, got nothing for [C] everyone.
[G] Bought it, you sold it, got nothing for everyone.
Bury [Em] me in analog.
[D] Every [G] paper that I ever [E] scribbled [A] on is [C] a treasure [G] trove.
Top or [Bm] best, sell or get, it'll be [C] yours to take.
Buy it [Bm] and sell it, it's all garbage [G] anyway.
The days end, the suckers [B] have all gone out [C] to play.
[C] They're gonna [E] be worth [Dm] something [G] someday.
[C] That is if I [G] pop that song, [C] just about three [G] minutes long.
[C] About how you [E] done me wrong, I'll [A] make the [G] outrage safe.
And before my time, [C] I decided to [G] take my life.
[C] You can take these [E] treasures and pull [D] them up [G] into light.
Make every song a gem, take every one of them.
[C] Well, it's [Em] a collection of [C]
cacophonies.
[G] And remix, [D] and remaster, [E] my disaster.
[C]
[G#] Of [C] first draft [G] words and [B] never before [Em] heard.
[D] Acoustic [C] takes its source, from the shoebox to the online store.
[D] [G] Bury me [C] in [E] analog, [D] pull the reels [G] up, nearly burned [C] and [E] [A] waterlogged.
And release [C] it.
They bought [C#] it, you sold it, got nothing for [C] everyone.
They bought [G] it, you sold [B] it, got [C] nothing for [G] everyone.
[C] And when it goes out [G] of print, you're gonna reissue it.
[Em] Trade off the publishing [A] rights to the [G] highest bid.
[C] To a queen or king [G] of pop, still revolutionary.
[C] It's an investment, [E] man, I [D] can't make [G] this stuff up.
And the brands I leave behind will party every night.
And sleep all [E] day, don't vibe, and [D] live the trust [G]-run life.
And they'll call the radio, complain and curse and moan.
About [C] how [E] everybody thinks it's [A] cake to [C] live this way.
[G] And my grave [D] will be showered [E] with the [D] latest Santa [C] flower power.
[G] And the freaks [B] will drive by my [E] street and [D] cry and [C] sing and scream.
And listen to the new CD.
[D] [G] Bury [C] me in [E] analog, [D] take a [G] student, you can [C] have it [E] auctioned [A] off.
A couple [C] thousand.
They [G] bought it, you [Bm] sold it, got nothing for [C] everyone.
[G] Bought it, you sold it, got nothing for everyone.
Bury [Em] me in analog.
[D] Every [G] paper that I ever [E] scribbled [A] on is [C] a treasure [G] trove.
Top or [Bm] best, sell or get, it'll be [C] yours to take.
Buy it [Bm] and sell it, it's all garbage [G] anyway.
The days end, the suckers [B] have all gone out [C] to play.
Key:
C
G
E
D
A
C
G
E
[C] So I got [G] a stack of [C] tapes, got a name [G] and maybe date.
[C] They're gonna [E] be worth [Dm] something [G] someday.
[C] That is if I [G] pop that song, [C] just about three [G] minutes long.
[C] About how you [E] done me wrong, I'll [A] make the [G] outrage safe.
And before my time, [C] I decided to [G] take my life.
[C] You can take these [E] treasures and pull [D] them up [G] into light.
Make every song a gem, take every one of them.
[C] Well, it's [Em] a collection of [C]
cacophonies.
[G] And remix, [D] and remaster, [E] my disaster.
[C]
[G#] Of [C] first draft [G] words and [B] never before [Em] heard.
[D] Acoustic [C] takes its source, from the shoebox to the online store.
[D] [G] Bury me [C] in [E] analog, [D] pull the reels [G] up, nearly burned [C] and [E] [A] waterlogged.
And release [C] it.
They bought [C#] it, you sold it, got nothing for [C] everyone.
They bought [G] it, you sold [B] it, got [C] nothing for [G] everyone.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] And when it goes out [G] of print, you're gonna reissue it.
[Em] Trade off the publishing [A] rights to the [G] highest bid.
[C] To a queen or king [G] of pop, still revolutionary.
[C] It's an investment, [E] man, I [D] can't make [G] this stuff up.
And the brands I leave behind will party every night.
And sleep all [E] day, don't vibe, and [D] live the trust [G]-run life.
And they'll call the radio, complain and curse and moan.
About [C] how [E] everybody thinks it's [A] cake to [C] live this way.
[G] And my grave [D] will be showered [E] with the [D] latest Santa [C] flower power.
[G] And the freaks [B] will drive by my [E] street and [D] cry and [C] sing and scream.
And listen to the new CD.
_ [D] [G] Bury [C] me in [E] analog, [D] take a [G] student, you can [C] have it [E] auctioned [A] off.
A couple [C] thousand.
They [G] bought it, you [Bm] sold it, got nothing for [C] everyone.
[G] Bought it, you sold it, got nothing for everyone.
Bury [Em] me in analog.
[D] Every [G] paper that I ever [E] scribbled [A] on is [C] a treasure [G] trove.
Top or [Bm] best, sell or get, it'll be [C] yours to take.
Buy it [Bm] and sell it, it's all garbage [G] anyway.
The days end, the suckers [B] have all gone out [C] to play. _ _ _
[C] They're gonna [E] be worth [Dm] something [G] someday.
[C] That is if I [G] pop that song, [C] just about three [G] minutes long.
[C] About how you [E] done me wrong, I'll [A] make the [G] outrage safe.
And before my time, [C] I decided to [G] take my life.
[C] You can take these [E] treasures and pull [D] them up [G] into light.
Make every song a gem, take every one of them.
[C] Well, it's [Em] a collection of [C]
cacophonies.
[G] And remix, [D] and remaster, [E] my disaster.
[C]
[G#] Of [C] first draft [G] words and [B] never before [Em] heard.
[D] Acoustic [C] takes its source, from the shoebox to the online store.
[D] [G] Bury me [C] in [E] analog, [D] pull the reels [G] up, nearly burned [C] and [E] [A] waterlogged.
And release [C] it.
They bought [C#] it, you sold it, got nothing for [C] everyone.
They bought [G] it, you sold [B] it, got [C] nothing for [G] everyone.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] And when it goes out [G] of print, you're gonna reissue it.
[Em] Trade off the publishing [A] rights to the [G] highest bid.
[C] To a queen or king [G] of pop, still revolutionary.
[C] It's an investment, [E] man, I [D] can't make [G] this stuff up.
And the brands I leave behind will party every night.
And sleep all [E] day, don't vibe, and [D] live the trust [G]-run life.
And they'll call the radio, complain and curse and moan.
About [C] how [E] everybody thinks it's [A] cake to [C] live this way.
[G] And my grave [D] will be showered [E] with the [D] latest Santa [C] flower power.
[G] And the freaks [B] will drive by my [E] street and [D] cry and [C] sing and scream.
And listen to the new CD.
_ [D] [G] Bury [C] me in [E] analog, [D] take a [G] student, you can [C] have it [E] auctioned [A] off.
A couple [C] thousand.
They [G] bought it, you [Bm] sold it, got nothing for [C] everyone.
[G] Bought it, you sold it, got nothing for everyone.
Bury [Em] me in analog.
[D] Every [G] paper that I ever [E] scribbled [A] on is [C] a treasure [G] trove.
Top or [Bm] best, sell or get, it'll be [C] yours to take.
Buy it [Bm] and sell it, it's all garbage [G] anyway.
The days end, the suckers [B] have all gone out [C] to play. _ _ _
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