Chords for Fred Thomas - Mallwalkers
Tempo:
72.65 bpm
Chords used:
B
A
C#m
E
G#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[B]
[A] [C#m]
[B]
[A] [C#] [C#m]
[A] [B]
[A] [G#m] [C#m]
[A] [B]
[A]
[C#]
[C#m] Is this the same [B] song?
Is something [E] feeling slower?
Is [A] something wrong?
Does [C#m] something feel slower?
[B] Does something feel slower?
Does something [E] feel slower?
Is there anything [A] wrong?
[C#m] Does something feel slower?
Or is this just [B] the same daydream death
where you see yourself lowered into [E] the cold,
greedy ground as your parents
and plagiarists [A] sleuth their shit
sobbing over your casket
and you [C#m] broadcast it every couple of hours
when you're not busy with customers
[B] selling cell phone cases and cords
[E] at that kiosk
in the middle [A] of the mall
[C#m] air conditioned days
in this insufferable summer
[B] in the night you watch your friends
dance around feeling weird about fucking each [E] other
and you wonder, do I even need to be here?
[F#] and why does this hurt?
[C#m] Find a more consistent community
with those early morning mall [B] walkers
who used to be poor and hushed tall talkers
[E] judge-gaveled rockers
some will call you [B] the crush
but they're all [F#] stalkers
and soon enough you [C#m] find yourself thrust up against
those fall walkers
dreaming [D#m] of a simple, suspended [B] eternity
[E] where you sit down at your basement playing games
hanging out with your dogs
[G#m] [C#m] could it ever be possible to just pause on [G#] that feeling?
why does it seem like
now every boy cuts you off when you start [E] speaking?
or why do things feel negated
before they're experienced?
[A] why does it hurt?
[C#m] they tell you you talk like a teenager
you sound so stupid, [D#m] you say nothing
[B] [E] little high school scars
[B] parallel bars
[C#m] all the lonely lights
on these frozen cars
[D#m] every broken wrist handstand
[B] in some best friend's yard
[E] and every ugly part of every name that people keep on telling you [A] are
aren't yours
[E] [A] [E]
[B] [A] [G#m]
[A] [E]
[B] [A] [G#m]
[A] [C#m]
[B] [A]
[G#]
[A] [C#m]
[B]
[A] [C#] [C#m]
[A] [B]
[A] [G#m] [C#m]
[A] [B]
[A]
[C#]
[C#m] Is this the same [B] song?
Is something [E] feeling slower?
Is [A] something wrong?
Does [C#m] something feel slower?
[B] Does something feel slower?
Does something [E] feel slower?
Is there anything [A] wrong?
[C#m] Does something feel slower?
Or is this just [B] the same daydream death
where you see yourself lowered into [E] the cold,
greedy ground as your parents
and plagiarists [A] sleuth their shit
sobbing over your casket
and you [C#m] broadcast it every couple of hours
when you're not busy with customers
[B] selling cell phone cases and cords
[E] at that kiosk
in the middle [A] of the mall
[C#m] air conditioned days
in this insufferable summer
[B] in the night you watch your friends
dance around feeling weird about fucking each [E] other
and you wonder, do I even need to be here?
[F#] and why does this hurt?
[C#m] Find a more consistent community
with those early morning mall [B] walkers
who used to be poor and hushed tall talkers
[E] judge-gaveled rockers
some will call you [B] the crush
but they're all [F#] stalkers
and soon enough you [C#m] find yourself thrust up against
those fall walkers
dreaming [D#m] of a simple, suspended [B] eternity
[E] where you sit down at your basement playing games
hanging out with your dogs
[G#m] [C#m] could it ever be possible to just pause on [G#] that feeling?
why does it seem like
now every boy cuts you off when you start [E] speaking?
or why do things feel negated
before they're experienced?
[A] why does it hurt?
[C#m] they tell you you talk like a teenager
you sound so stupid, [D#m] you say nothing
[B] [E] little high school scars
[B] parallel bars
[C#m] all the lonely lights
on these frozen cars
[D#m] every broken wrist handstand
[B] in some best friend's yard
[E] and every ugly part of every name that people keep on telling you [A] are
aren't yours
[E] [A] [E]
[B] [A] [G#m]
[A] [E]
[B] [A] [G#m]
[A] [C#m]
[B] [A]
[G#]
Key:
B
A
C#m
E
G#m
B
A
C#m
_ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ [C#m] _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [G#m] _ [C#m] _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C#m] _ _ Is this the same [B] song? _
Is something [E] feeling slower?
_ Is [A] something wrong?
Does _ _ [C#m] something feel slower?
_ [B] Does something feel slower?
Does something [E] feel slower?
_ Is there anything [A] wrong? _
_ _ [C#m] Does something feel slower?
Or is this just [B] the same daydream death
where you see yourself lowered into [E] the cold,
greedy ground as your parents
and plagiarists [A] sleuth their shit
sobbing over your casket
and you [C#m] broadcast it every couple of hours
when you're not busy with customers
[B] selling cell phone cases and cords
[E] at that kiosk
in the middle [A] of the mall _
_ [C#m] air conditioned days
in this insufferable summer
[B] in the night you watch your friends
dance around feeling weird about fucking each [E] other
and you wonder, do I even need to be here?
[F#] and why does this hurt?
_ [C#m] Find a more consistent community
with those early morning mall [B] walkers
who used to be poor and hushed tall talkers
_ [E] judge-gaveled rockers
some will call you [B] the crush
but they're all [F#] stalkers
and soon enough you [C#m] find yourself thrust up against
those fall walkers
dreaming [D#m] of a simple, suspended [B] eternity
[E] where you sit down at your basement playing games
hanging out with your dogs
[G#m] _ [C#m] could it ever be possible to just pause on [G#] that feeling?
why does it seem like
now every boy cuts you off when you start [E] speaking?
or why do things feel negated
before they're experienced?
[A] why does it hurt?
[C#m] _ they tell you you talk like a teenager
you sound so stupid, [D#m] you say nothing
[B] _ [E] little high school scars
_ _ [B] parallel bars
_ [C#m] all the lonely lights
on these frozen cars
[D#m] every broken wrist handstand
[B] in some best friend's yard
[E] and every ugly part of every name that people keep on telling you [A] are
aren't yours
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
[B] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [G#m] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
[B] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [G#m] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _
[B] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G#] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ [C#m] _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [G#m] _ [C#m] _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C#m] _ _ Is this the same [B] song? _
Is something [E] feeling slower?
_ Is [A] something wrong?
Does _ _ [C#m] something feel slower?
_ [B] Does something feel slower?
Does something [E] feel slower?
_ Is there anything [A] wrong? _
_ _ [C#m] Does something feel slower?
Or is this just [B] the same daydream death
where you see yourself lowered into [E] the cold,
greedy ground as your parents
and plagiarists [A] sleuth their shit
sobbing over your casket
and you [C#m] broadcast it every couple of hours
when you're not busy with customers
[B] selling cell phone cases and cords
[E] at that kiosk
in the middle [A] of the mall _
_ [C#m] air conditioned days
in this insufferable summer
[B] in the night you watch your friends
dance around feeling weird about fucking each [E] other
and you wonder, do I even need to be here?
[F#] and why does this hurt?
_ [C#m] Find a more consistent community
with those early morning mall [B] walkers
who used to be poor and hushed tall talkers
_ [E] judge-gaveled rockers
some will call you [B] the crush
but they're all [F#] stalkers
and soon enough you [C#m] find yourself thrust up against
those fall walkers
dreaming [D#m] of a simple, suspended [B] eternity
[E] where you sit down at your basement playing games
hanging out with your dogs
[G#m] _ [C#m] could it ever be possible to just pause on [G#] that feeling?
why does it seem like
now every boy cuts you off when you start [E] speaking?
or why do things feel negated
before they're experienced?
[A] why does it hurt?
[C#m] _ they tell you you talk like a teenager
you sound so stupid, [D#m] you say nothing
[B] _ [E] little high school scars
_ _ [B] parallel bars
_ [C#m] all the lonely lights
on these frozen cars
[D#m] every broken wrist handstand
[B] in some best friend's yard
[E] and every ugly part of every name that people keep on telling you [A] are
aren't yours
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
[B] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [G#m] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
[B] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [G#m] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _
[B] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G#] _ _ _ _ _ _