Chords for Nick Blaemire - "Old Records" (The Black Suits; Joe Iconis)
Tempo:
94.55 bpm
Chords used:
A
Bm
D
G
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E] [D]
[A] [E] My [G] dad's old records are in [E] boxes in the basement.
[D] They're nasty and fading, but the covers are pretty.
My [G] mom, she wants to throw them out, [E] free up some space,
but [D] I won't let her, cause he left them when he [B] moved to the city.
I'm glad [G] he didn't take them when he moved [Bm] to the city.
Cause [D] when I listen, when I listen, when I [A] listen,
[Em] I'm eleven [A] years old as he drives [Bm] me to school.
We eat [A] at a diner, we hang [Bm] by a pool,
we talk [A] and put our written movies [Bm] on.
Old [F] records remind [A] me of things that are gone.
[A#] Old records remind [A] me of things [D] that are gone.
[E]
[G] [E] [D] I imagine myself in my bed [E] on the cover,
[D] sitting on a [Dm] shelf in a used [D] record store.
Twenty years, some kid thinks I [E] look just like him,
[D] stuffs the album in [G] his backpack and he [Bm] balls out the door.
And [D] when he listens, [A] when he listens,
I'm in control and I'm singing [Bm] a song.
And Lisa [A] is here and [F#m] she's nodding along.
John [E] is playing a [A] lick and I [Bm] make up a rhyme.
The [A] garage door is down [F#m] and it vibrates in [Bm] time.
And the [A] band's all together, it's [Bm] cool and it's hot.
Old [G] records remind [A] me of things that I've got.
Old [G] records remind [A] me of things that [D] I've got.
[A#] And my dad's not [F] gonna miss them.
He [G] doesn't even want them [A] anymore.
Not [F] with his New York City [G] pad.
Not with his new dressed [G] wife.
[F] You don't need records when you've got [G] a hot new trophy wife.
[Em] [E]
[Bm] Sometimes I wish I [A] had a brother.
[Bm] Sometimes [E] I'm glad I have [F#m] John.
[Bm] And old [Em] records remind me of [F#m] things [Bm] that are gone.
And sometimes [A] when I'm singing I'm [Bm] freezing, can't move.
And [Em] old records [A] remind me I've [Bm] got things to prove.
And I'm sick [A] of this house and I don't [Bm] want to stay.
But I'm [A] scared and I'm frightened of [Bm] moving away.
[Em] Never stole anything, never [Bm] been in a fight.
Old [F] records remind me that [D] something's not right.
[A#] Old records [Gm] remind me of when [Bm] things were fine.
[D] My father's old records [G] have now become [D] mine.
[F] [D] [G] [D]
[F#] [B]
[A] [E] My [G] dad's old records are in [E] boxes in the basement.
[D] They're nasty and fading, but the covers are pretty.
My [G] mom, she wants to throw them out, [E] free up some space,
but [D] I won't let her, cause he left them when he [B] moved to the city.
I'm glad [G] he didn't take them when he moved [Bm] to the city.
Cause [D] when I listen, when I listen, when I [A] listen,
[Em] I'm eleven [A] years old as he drives [Bm] me to school.
We eat [A] at a diner, we hang [Bm] by a pool,
we talk [A] and put our written movies [Bm] on.
Old [F] records remind [A] me of things that are gone.
[A#] Old records remind [A] me of things [D] that are gone.
[E]
[G] [E] [D] I imagine myself in my bed [E] on the cover,
[D] sitting on a [Dm] shelf in a used [D] record store.
Twenty years, some kid thinks I [E] look just like him,
[D] stuffs the album in [G] his backpack and he [Bm] balls out the door.
And [D] when he listens, [A] when he listens,
I'm in control and I'm singing [Bm] a song.
And Lisa [A] is here and [F#m] she's nodding along.
John [E] is playing a [A] lick and I [Bm] make up a rhyme.
The [A] garage door is down [F#m] and it vibrates in [Bm] time.
And the [A] band's all together, it's [Bm] cool and it's hot.
Old [G] records remind [A] me of things that I've got.
Old [G] records remind [A] me of things that [D] I've got.
[A#] And my dad's not [F] gonna miss them.
He [G] doesn't even want them [A] anymore.
Not [F] with his New York City [G] pad.
Not with his new dressed [G] wife.
[F] You don't need records when you've got [G] a hot new trophy wife.
[Em] [E]
[Bm] Sometimes I wish I [A] had a brother.
[Bm] Sometimes [E] I'm glad I have [F#m] John.
[Bm] And old [Em] records remind me of [F#m] things [Bm] that are gone.
And sometimes [A] when I'm singing I'm [Bm] freezing, can't move.
And [Em] old records [A] remind me I've [Bm] got things to prove.
And I'm sick [A] of this house and I don't [Bm] want to stay.
But I'm [A] scared and I'm frightened of [Bm] moving away.
[Em] Never stole anything, never [Bm] been in a fight.
Old [F] records remind me that [D] something's not right.
[A#] Old records [Gm] remind me of when [Bm] things were fine.
[D] My father's old records [G] have now become [D] mine.
[F] [D] [G] [D]
[F#] [B]
Key:
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Bm
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E
A
Bm
D
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [D] _ _
_ [A] _ _ [E] My [G] dad's old records are in [E] boxes in the basement.
[D] They're nasty and fading, but the covers are pretty.
My [G] mom, she wants to throw them out, [E] free up some space,
but [D] I won't let her, cause he left them when he [B] moved to the city.
I'm glad [G] he didn't take them when he moved [Bm] to the city.
Cause [D] when I listen, when I listen, when I [A] listen,
[Em] I'm eleven [A] years old as he drives [Bm] me to school.
We eat [A] at a diner, we hang [Bm] by a pool,
we talk [A] and put our written movies [Bm] on.
Old [F] records remind [A] me of things that are gone.
[A#] Old records remind [A] me of things [D] that are gone.
_ _ [E] _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ [E] _ [D] I imagine myself in my bed [E] on the cover,
[D] sitting on a [Dm] shelf in a used [D] record store.
Twenty years, some kid thinks I [E] look just like him,
[D] stuffs the album in [G] his backpack and he [Bm] balls out the door.
And [D] when he listens, [A] when he listens,
_ I'm in control and I'm singing [Bm] a song.
And Lisa [A] is here and [F#m] she's nodding along.
John [E] is playing a [A] lick and I [Bm] make up a rhyme.
The [A] garage door is down [F#m] and it vibrates in [Bm] time.
And the [A] band's all together, it's [Bm] cool and it's hot.
Old [G] records remind [A] me of things that I've got.
Old [G] records remind [A] me of things that [D] I've got.
[A#] And my dad's not [F] gonna miss them.
He [G] doesn't even want them [A] anymore.
Not [F] with his New York City [G] pad.
Not with his new dressed [G] wife.
[F] You don't need records when you've got [G] a hot new trophy wife.
_ [Em] _ _ [E] _ _ _
[Bm] Sometimes I wish I [A] had a brother.
_ [Bm] Sometimes [E] I'm glad I have [F#m] John.
_ [Bm] And old [Em] records remind me of [F#m] things [Bm] that are gone.
And sometimes [A] when I'm singing I'm [Bm] freezing, can't move.
And [Em] old records [A] remind me I've [Bm] got things to prove.
And I'm sick [A] of this house and I don't [Bm] want to stay.
But I'm [A] scared and I'm frightened of [Bm] moving away.
[Em] Never stole anything, never [Bm] been in a fight.
Old [F] records remind me that [D] something's not right.
[A#] Old records [Gm] remind me of when [Bm] things were fine.
[D] My father's old records [G] have now become [D] mine.
[F] _ _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ [E] My [G] dad's old records are in [E] boxes in the basement.
[D] They're nasty and fading, but the covers are pretty.
My [G] mom, she wants to throw them out, [E] free up some space,
but [D] I won't let her, cause he left them when he [B] moved to the city.
I'm glad [G] he didn't take them when he moved [Bm] to the city.
Cause [D] when I listen, when I listen, when I [A] listen,
[Em] I'm eleven [A] years old as he drives [Bm] me to school.
We eat [A] at a diner, we hang [Bm] by a pool,
we talk [A] and put our written movies [Bm] on.
Old [F] records remind [A] me of things that are gone.
[A#] Old records remind [A] me of things [D] that are gone.
_ _ [E] _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ [E] _ [D] I imagine myself in my bed [E] on the cover,
[D] sitting on a [Dm] shelf in a used [D] record store.
Twenty years, some kid thinks I [E] look just like him,
[D] stuffs the album in [G] his backpack and he [Bm] balls out the door.
And [D] when he listens, [A] when he listens,
_ I'm in control and I'm singing [Bm] a song.
And Lisa [A] is here and [F#m] she's nodding along.
John [E] is playing a [A] lick and I [Bm] make up a rhyme.
The [A] garage door is down [F#m] and it vibrates in [Bm] time.
And the [A] band's all together, it's [Bm] cool and it's hot.
Old [G] records remind [A] me of things that I've got.
Old [G] records remind [A] me of things that [D] I've got.
[A#] And my dad's not [F] gonna miss them.
He [G] doesn't even want them [A] anymore.
Not [F] with his New York City [G] pad.
Not with his new dressed [G] wife.
[F] You don't need records when you've got [G] a hot new trophy wife.
_ [Em] _ _ [E] _ _ _
[Bm] Sometimes I wish I [A] had a brother.
_ [Bm] Sometimes [E] I'm glad I have [F#m] John.
_ [Bm] And old [Em] records remind me of [F#m] things [Bm] that are gone.
And sometimes [A] when I'm singing I'm [Bm] freezing, can't move.
And [Em] old records [A] remind me I've [Bm] got things to prove.
And I'm sick [A] of this house and I don't [Bm] want to stay.
But I'm [A] scared and I'm frightened of [Bm] moving away.
[Em] Never stole anything, never [Bm] been in a fight.
Old [F] records remind me that [D] something's not right.
[A#] Old records [Gm] remind me of when [Bm] things were fine.
[D] My father's old records [G] have now become [D] mine.
[F] _ _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
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