Chords for Mariachi El Bronx covers The Decemberists
Tempo:
85.6 bpm
Chords used:
Am
Em
C
F#m
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
With some help from our readers, the A.V. Club made another list of 25 songs, and we're inviting bands into our little round room to cover them.
Once a song is performed, it gets crossed off the list, so the later a band comes in, the fewer songs [F#m] they'll have to choose from.
This is A.V. Undercover, Series 3.
[D]
[F#m]
[D]
[F#m]
[E] [N] So you guys are from L.A. Did you feel like you had to pick this song?
Absolutely.
Yeah, yeah.
First of all, it's a pleasure to be here.
Thanks for having us.
And, yeah, we're kind of suckers for anything that has L.A. in it, so it felt [C] obvious for us.
[Am]
[Em] [G] [C]
There is a city by the sea, a gentle [Am] company, I don't suppose you [Em] want to.
[G] [C]
And as it tells its sorry tale, in harrowing [Am] detail, its hollowness will [Em] haunt you.
[Am] Lit streets and boulevards, open and holy [Em] guards it [Am] is.
A fainted melody, a truncated symphony, [Em] an ocean garbled vomit [F] on the shore, Los [C] Angeles I'm yours.
[Am] [Em]
[C] Oh ladies pleasant and demure, a sallow cheek [Am] to shore, I can see [Em] you're chony.
[C] And all the boys you drag about, an empty fellow [Am] found, from [Em] Saturdays to [G] Mondays.
A [Am] hill and valley crowd, hanging your trousers [Em] down at E.
[Am] This is the realest thing, as ancient choirs sing, [Em] a dozen blushing sheriffs wild [F] above, [G] Los Angeles [C] my love.
[Am]
[Em] [C]
[Am]
[Em] [C] Oh what a rush of rapid arms, a languor on [Am] divine arms, a dalliance [Em] in fainting.
[C] But oh the smell of burnt cocaine, a dollar and [Am] a K, it only makes [Em] me cranky.
[Am] Oh great calamity, a ditch of iniquity [Em] and tears.
[Am] How I abhor this place, lit sweet and bitter taste, [Em] has left me wretched, wretched on [F] all fours.
[G] Los Angeles [C] I'm yours.
[Am] [Em]
[C]
[Am] [Em]
[F] [C]
[Am] [Em]
[C]
Los Angeles [Am] I'm yours.
[Em] [F] [G]
[C]
[D]
[F#m]
[F#m]
[D]
[F#m] [D]
Once a song is performed, it gets crossed off the list, so the later a band comes in, the fewer songs [F#m] they'll have to choose from.
This is A.V. Undercover, Series 3.
[D]
[F#m]
[D]
[F#m]
[E] [N] So you guys are from L.A. Did you feel like you had to pick this song?
Absolutely.
Yeah, yeah.
First of all, it's a pleasure to be here.
Thanks for having us.
And, yeah, we're kind of suckers for anything that has L.A. in it, so it felt [C] obvious for us.
[Am]
[Em] [G] [C]
There is a city by the sea, a gentle [Am] company, I don't suppose you [Em] want to.
[G] [C]
And as it tells its sorry tale, in harrowing [Am] detail, its hollowness will [Em] haunt you.
[Am] Lit streets and boulevards, open and holy [Em] guards it [Am] is.
A fainted melody, a truncated symphony, [Em] an ocean garbled vomit [F] on the shore, Los [C] Angeles I'm yours.
[Am] [Em]
[C] Oh ladies pleasant and demure, a sallow cheek [Am] to shore, I can see [Em] you're chony.
[C] And all the boys you drag about, an empty fellow [Am] found, from [Em] Saturdays to [G] Mondays.
A [Am] hill and valley crowd, hanging your trousers [Em] down at E.
[Am] This is the realest thing, as ancient choirs sing, [Em] a dozen blushing sheriffs wild [F] above, [G] Los Angeles [C] my love.
[Am]
[Em] [C]
[Am]
[Em] [C] Oh what a rush of rapid arms, a languor on [Am] divine arms, a dalliance [Em] in fainting.
[C] But oh the smell of burnt cocaine, a dollar and [Am] a K, it only makes [Em] me cranky.
[Am] Oh great calamity, a ditch of iniquity [Em] and tears.
[Am] How I abhor this place, lit sweet and bitter taste, [Em] has left me wretched, wretched on [F] all fours.
[G] Los Angeles [C] I'm yours.
[Am] [Em]
[C]
[Am] [Em]
[F] [C]
[Am] [Em]
[C]
Los Angeles [Am] I'm yours.
[Em] [F] [G]
[C]
[D]
[F#m]
[F#m]
[D]
[F#m] [D]
Key:
Am
Em
C
F#m
G
Am
Em
C
_ _ With some help from our readers, the A.V. Club made another list of 25 songs, and we're inviting bands into our little round room to cover them.
Once a song is performed, it gets crossed off the list, so the later a band comes in, the fewer songs [F#m] they'll have to choose from.
This is A.V. Undercover, Series 3.
[D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ [N] So you guys are from L.A. Did you feel like you had to pick this song?
Absolutely.
Yeah, yeah.
First of all, it's a pleasure to be here.
Thanks for having us.
And, yeah, we're kind of suckers for anything that has L.A. in it, so it felt [C] obvious for us. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [G] _ [C]
There is a city by the sea, a gentle [Am] company, I don't suppose you [Em] want to.
_ [G] _ [C]
And as it tells its sorry tale, in harrowing [Am] detail, its hollowness will [Em] haunt you.
_ [Am] Lit streets and boulevards, open and holy [Em] guards it _ _ [Am] is.
A fainted melody, a truncated symphony, [Em] an ocean garbled vomit [F] on the shore, Los [C] Angeles I'm yours. _ _ _
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ [C] Oh ladies pleasant and demure, a sallow cheek [Am] to shore, I can see [Em] you're chony.
_ _ [C] And all the boys you drag about, an empty fellow [Am] found, from [Em] Saturdays to [G] Mondays.
A [Am] hill and valley crowd, hanging your trousers [Em] down at E.
_ _ _ [Am] This is the realest thing, as ancient choirs sing, [Em] a dozen blushing sheriffs wild [F] above, [G] Los Angeles [C] my love.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [C] Oh what a rush of rapid arms, a languor on [Am] divine arms, a dalliance [Em] in fainting.
_ _ [C] But oh the smell of burnt cocaine, a dollar and [Am] a K, it only makes [Em] me cranky.
_ [Am] Oh great calamity, a ditch of iniquity [Em] and _ tears.
[Am] How I abhor this place, lit sweet and bitter taste, [Em] has left me wretched, wretched on [F] all fours.
[G] Los Angeles [C] I'm yours. _ _ _ _
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
[F] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
Los Angeles [Am] I'm yours.
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
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[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ [D] _ _
Once a song is performed, it gets crossed off the list, so the later a band comes in, the fewer songs [F#m] they'll have to choose from.
This is A.V. Undercover, Series 3.
[D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ [N] So you guys are from L.A. Did you feel like you had to pick this song?
Absolutely.
Yeah, yeah.
First of all, it's a pleasure to be here.
Thanks for having us.
And, yeah, we're kind of suckers for anything that has L.A. in it, so it felt [C] obvious for us. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [G] _ [C]
There is a city by the sea, a gentle [Am] company, I don't suppose you [Em] want to.
_ [G] _ [C]
And as it tells its sorry tale, in harrowing [Am] detail, its hollowness will [Em] haunt you.
_ [Am] Lit streets and boulevards, open and holy [Em] guards it _ _ [Am] is.
A fainted melody, a truncated symphony, [Em] an ocean garbled vomit [F] on the shore, Los [C] Angeles I'm yours. _ _ _
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ [C] Oh ladies pleasant and demure, a sallow cheek [Am] to shore, I can see [Em] you're chony.
_ _ [C] And all the boys you drag about, an empty fellow [Am] found, from [Em] Saturdays to [G] Mondays.
A [Am] hill and valley crowd, hanging your trousers [Em] down at E.
_ _ _ [Am] This is the realest thing, as ancient choirs sing, [Em] a dozen blushing sheriffs wild [F] above, [G] Los Angeles [C] my love.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [C] Oh what a rush of rapid arms, a languor on [Am] divine arms, a dalliance [Em] in fainting.
_ _ [C] But oh the smell of burnt cocaine, a dollar and [Am] a K, it only makes [Em] me cranky.
_ [Am] Oh great calamity, a ditch of iniquity [Em] and _ tears.
[Am] How I abhor this place, lit sweet and bitter taste, [Em] has left me wretched, wretched on [F] all fours.
[G] Los Angeles [C] I'm yours. _ _ _ _
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
[F] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
Los Angeles [Am] I'm yours.
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
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[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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