Chords for Modern Baseball | Mass (Acoustic Session)
Tempo:
98.15 bpm
Chords used:
E
B
F#
C#
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Hey, I'm Modern Baseball.
This song is called Mass, and it's about how much I don't like upstate New York.
Hold over at midday, the Joker's [E] still wet behind the ears.
He hands off a novel of novice citations outside the service station.
The glue sets beneath our heels.
My baby's in Massachusetts,
[E] and all this booze is useless.
Sunsets [C#] sink my scratched out, dying soul to sleep.
And the cashier here is ruthless.
Jeanette, I wrote [E] your name down, but I'd hate [B] that job as much as you do.
If I was [F#] stuck between
Bought-in and big ups [E] in two.
Days like this, I miss listening to records, making coffee together,
snow globes and jersey sheets.
I tried sleeping in our bed without you last night.
That didn't work at all, cause I couldn't sleep.
Sometimes I wish it was still last summer, and you still lived in South Philly,
and I wasn't playing a show in [C#] Nebraska or [E] Austin, Texas.
Asking the [A] kids what they ate [B] for breakfast.
[G#m] But here [D#] I am,
in a simple [F#] aero bathroom.
Who's paid to keep these things [E] cliched?
Bury [B] me beneath New York State.
It's the [A] only place where [E] I feel dead.
My baby's in [F#] Massachusetts,
and all this [E] booze is useless.
Sunsets sink my [B] scratched out, dying soul to sleep.
And the cashier [F#] here is ruthless.
Jeanette, I [E] wrote your name down, but I'd hate that job as much as you do.
If I was stuck between
Bought-in and big ups in two.
This song is called Mass, and it's about how much I don't like upstate New York.
Hold over at midday, the Joker's [E] still wet behind the ears.
He hands off a novel of novice citations outside the service station.
The glue sets beneath our heels.
My baby's in Massachusetts,
[E] and all this booze is useless.
Sunsets [C#] sink my scratched out, dying soul to sleep.
And the cashier here is ruthless.
Jeanette, I wrote [E] your name down, but I'd hate [B] that job as much as you do.
If I was [F#] stuck between
Bought-in and big ups [E] in two.
Days like this, I miss listening to records, making coffee together,
snow globes and jersey sheets.
I tried sleeping in our bed without you last night.
That didn't work at all, cause I couldn't sleep.
Sometimes I wish it was still last summer, and you still lived in South Philly,
and I wasn't playing a show in [C#] Nebraska or [E] Austin, Texas.
Asking the [A] kids what they ate [B] for breakfast.
[G#m] But here [D#] I am,
in a simple [F#] aero bathroom.
Who's paid to keep these things [E] cliched?
Bury [B] me beneath New York State.
It's the [A] only place where [E] I feel dead.
My baby's in [F#] Massachusetts,
and all this [E] booze is useless.
Sunsets sink my [B] scratched out, dying soul to sleep.
And the cashier [F#] here is ruthless.
Jeanette, I [E] wrote your name down, but I'd hate that job as much as you do.
If I was stuck between
Bought-in and big ups in two.
Key:
E
B
F#
C#
A
E
B
F#
Hey, I'm Modern Baseball.
This song is called Mass, and it's about how much I don't like upstate New York. _ _ _
Hold over at midday, the Joker's [E] still wet behind the ears.
He hands off a novel of novice citations outside the service station.
The glue sets beneath our heels.
My baby's in Massachusetts,
_ [E] and all this booze is useless.
Sunsets [C#] sink my scratched out, dying soul to sleep.
_ _ And the cashier here is ruthless.
_ Jeanette, I wrote [E] your name down, but I'd hate [B] that job as much as you do.
If I was [F#] stuck between _
Bought-in and big ups [E] in two.
Days like this, I miss listening to records, making coffee together,
snow globes and jersey sheets.
I tried sleeping in our bed without you last night.
That didn't work at all, cause I couldn't sleep.
Sometimes I wish it was still last summer, and you still lived in South Philly,
and I wasn't playing a show in [C#] Nebraska or [E] Austin, Texas.
Asking the [A] kids what they ate [B] for breakfast.
_ _ _ [G#m] _ But here [D#] I am,
in a simple [F#] aero bathroom.
Who's paid to keep these things [E] cliched?
Bury [B] me beneath New York State.
It's the [A] only place where [E] I feel dead.
My baby's in [F#] Massachusetts,
_ and all this [E] booze is useless.
Sunsets sink my [B] scratched out, dying soul to sleep. _
_ And the cashier [F#] here is ruthless. _
Jeanette, I [E] wrote your name down, but I'd hate that job as much as you do.
If I was stuck between
_ Bought-in and big ups in two. _ _ _ _
This song is called Mass, and it's about how much I don't like upstate New York. _ _ _
Hold over at midday, the Joker's [E] still wet behind the ears.
He hands off a novel of novice citations outside the service station.
The glue sets beneath our heels.
My baby's in Massachusetts,
_ [E] and all this booze is useless.
Sunsets [C#] sink my scratched out, dying soul to sleep.
_ _ And the cashier here is ruthless.
_ Jeanette, I wrote [E] your name down, but I'd hate [B] that job as much as you do.
If I was [F#] stuck between _
Bought-in and big ups [E] in two.
Days like this, I miss listening to records, making coffee together,
snow globes and jersey sheets.
I tried sleeping in our bed without you last night.
That didn't work at all, cause I couldn't sleep.
Sometimes I wish it was still last summer, and you still lived in South Philly,
and I wasn't playing a show in [C#] Nebraska or [E] Austin, Texas.
Asking the [A] kids what they ate [B] for breakfast.
_ _ _ [G#m] _ But here [D#] I am,
in a simple [F#] aero bathroom.
Who's paid to keep these things [E] cliched?
Bury [B] me beneath New York State.
It's the [A] only place where [E] I feel dead.
My baby's in [F#] Massachusetts,
_ and all this [E] booze is useless.
Sunsets sink my [B] scratched out, dying soul to sleep. _
_ And the cashier [F#] here is ruthless. _
Jeanette, I [E] wrote your name down, but I'd hate that job as much as you do.
If I was stuck between
_ Bought-in and big ups in two. _ _ _ _