Chords for ShoutSessions: Modern Baseball - Going To Bed Now
Tempo:
103.2 bpm
Chords used:
G
Em
C
D
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Hey, I'm Jake.
And I'm Brendan.
We play minor baseball.
[G] We're going to play the song Going to Bed Now from our [E] album, You're Going to Miss It All, and this is for
Show!
Music.com.
[G] One, two, three.
What if it's [Bm] someone who's already got one of [Em] everything?
[C] Thoughtful people, [Em] who take a [C] moment to share a nerve-racking death.
[D] Perhaps
[G] [C] [G]
a true peasant queen [Bm] like myself, or a perfect, [Em] pleasant savior [C] of humanity.
[Em] Redeemer [C] of a stupid [G] city hillbillies.
[D]
[G] [C] [B]
[G] Just one [D] more.
Bring it down [Em] on these, stab it all the other knees.
You've almost won your cover, [G] but you're cracked open.
[D] One more bottle to do the trick.
[Em] Scream plenty, and lend me some head.
Bring it to [G] stake or what?
I found [D] those day-proof.
[G] But I [F] know you [Bm] well enough to [G] hate me now.
Too [C] bad you haven't figured that out.
[G]
[D] [G]
What do you call [Bm] someone who calls you out on [Em] DIY ethics?
You don't embody it as a [C] drink that your [F#] mommy's monthly [D] digged up from [G] a chasm hole with an iPhone.
I'll admit I'm [Bm] in the same boat, [Em] possibly my adolescent 18 [C] dead.
You're where [G] the one who wants me to be, but I never [A] use that as an excuse.
[Em] To treat my friends [C] the way that you [Em] treat me.
[B] [C]
[Em] [G]
[Em] [F#] [G]
Just one [D] more.
This story [Em] is sad, it's empty humor.
From a jaggedly aching tumor, and [G] all the world is bullying [D] this guy.
You can sweat the tumor, [Em] and dress yourself as anything other, and while we're blurred,
[G] you can paint your [D] sting, so good [G] god damn.
I'll kick [Em] myself and sing, before I shake that [C] grindy, dirty, crusty, arrogant [Cm] ass completely [G] wild.
[N]
And I'm Brendan.
We play minor baseball.
[G] We're going to play the song Going to Bed Now from our [E] album, You're Going to Miss It All, and this is for
Show!
Music.com.
[G] One, two, three.
What if it's [Bm] someone who's already got one of [Em] everything?
[C] Thoughtful people, [Em] who take a [C] moment to share a nerve-racking death.
[D] Perhaps
[G] [C] [G]
a true peasant queen [Bm] like myself, or a perfect, [Em] pleasant savior [C] of humanity.
[Em] Redeemer [C] of a stupid [G] city hillbillies.
[D]
[G] [C] [B]
[G] Just one [D] more.
Bring it down [Em] on these, stab it all the other knees.
You've almost won your cover, [G] but you're cracked open.
[D] One more bottle to do the trick.
[Em] Scream plenty, and lend me some head.
Bring it to [G] stake or what?
I found [D] those day-proof.
[G] But I [F] know you [Bm] well enough to [G] hate me now.
Too [C] bad you haven't figured that out.
[G]
[D] [G]
What do you call [Bm] someone who calls you out on [Em] DIY ethics?
You don't embody it as a [C] drink that your [F#] mommy's monthly [D] digged up from [G] a chasm hole with an iPhone.
I'll admit I'm [Bm] in the same boat, [Em] possibly my adolescent 18 [C] dead.
You're where [G] the one who wants me to be, but I never [A] use that as an excuse.
[Em] To treat my friends [C] the way that you [Em] treat me.
[B] [C]
[Em] [G]
[Em] [F#] [G]
Just one [D] more.
This story [Em] is sad, it's empty humor.
From a jaggedly aching tumor, and [G] all the world is bullying [D] this guy.
You can sweat the tumor, [Em] and dress yourself as anything other, and while we're blurred,
[G] you can paint your [D] sting, so good [G] god damn.
I'll kick [Em] myself and sing, before I shake that [C] grindy, dirty, crusty, arrogant [Cm] ass completely [G] wild.
[N]
Key:
G
Em
C
D
Bm
G
Em
C
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Hey, I'm Jake.
And I'm Brendan.
We play minor baseball.
[G] We're going to play the song Going to Bed Now from our [E] album, You're Going to Miss It All, and this is for_
Show!
Music.com.
_ _ [G] One, two, three. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ What if it's [Bm] someone who's already got one of [Em] everything?
[C] Thoughtful people, [Em] who take a [C] moment to share a nerve-racking death.
[D] Perhaps _ _ _
[G] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
a true peasant queen [Bm] like myself, or a perfect, [Em] pleasant savior [C] of humanity.
[Em] Redeemer [C] of a stupid [G] city hillbillies.
_ [D] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
[G] _ Just one [D] more.
Bring it down [Em] on these, stab it all the other knees.
You've almost won your cover, [G] but you're cracked open.
[D] One more bottle to do the trick.
[Em] Scream plenty, and lend me some head.
Bring it to [G] stake or what?
I found [D] those day-proof.
[G] But I [F] know you [Bm] well enough to [G] hate me now.
_ _ _ Too [C] bad you haven't figured that out. _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ What do you call [Bm] someone who calls you out on [Em] DIY ethics?
You don't embody it as a [C] drink that your [F#] mommy's monthly [D] digged up from _ [G] a chasm hole with an iPhone. _ _
_ I'll admit I'm [Bm] in the same boat, [Em] possibly my adolescent 18 [C] dead.
You're where [G] the one who wants me to be, but I never [A] use that as an excuse.
[Em] To treat my friends [C] the way that you [Em] treat me.
[B] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ [F#] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Just one [D] more.
This story [Em] is sad, it's empty humor.
From a jaggedly aching tumor, and [G] all the world is bullying [D] this guy.
You can sweat the tumor, [Em] and dress yourself as anything other, and while we're blurred,
[G] _ you can paint your [D] sting, so good [G] god damn.
I'll kick [Em] myself and sing, before I shake that [C] grindy, dirty, crusty, arrogant [Cm] ass completely [G] wild.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
Hey, I'm Jake.
And I'm Brendan.
We play minor baseball.
[G] We're going to play the song Going to Bed Now from our [E] album, You're Going to Miss It All, and this is for_
Show!
Music.com.
_ _ [G] One, two, three. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ What if it's [Bm] someone who's already got one of [Em] everything?
[C] Thoughtful people, [Em] who take a [C] moment to share a nerve-racking death.
[D] Perhaps _ _ _
[G] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
a true peasant queen [Bm] like myself, or a perfect, [Em] pleasant savior [C] of humanity.
[Em] Redeemer [C] of a stupid [G] city hillbillies.
_ [D] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
[G] _ Just one [D] more.
Bring it down [Em] on these, stab it all the other knees.
You've almost won your cover, [G] but you're cracked open.
[D] One more bottle to do the trick.
[Em] Scream plenty, and lend me some head.
Bring it to [G] stake or what?
I found [D] those day-proof.
[G] But I [F] know you [Bm] well enough to [G] hate me now.
_ _ _ Too [C] bad you haven't figured that out. _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ What do you call [Bm] someone who calls you out on [Em] DIY ethics?
You don't embody it as a [C] drink that your [F#] mommy's monthly [D] digged up from _ [G] a chasm hole with an iPhone. _ _
_ I'll admit I'm [Bm] in the same boat, [Em] possibly my adolescent 18 [C] dead.
You're where [G] the one who wants me to be, but I never [A] use that as an excuse.
[Em] To treat my friends [C] the way that you [Em] treat me.
[B] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ [F#] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Just one [D] more.
This story [Em] is sad, it's empty humor.
From a jaggedly aching tumor, and [G] all the world is bullying [D] this guy.
You can sweat the tumor, [Em] and dress yourself as anything other, and while we're blurred,
[G] _ you can paint your [D] sting, so good [G] god damn.
I'll kick [Em] myself and sing, before I shake that [C] grindy, dirty, crusty, arrogant [Cm] ass completely [G] wild.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _