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
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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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