Chords for The Menzingers - Nomad Sessions

_ _ _ _ Hey, I'm Greg and this is Tom.
We're the Menzingers.
This is our first time in Costa Rica.
We're going to play some songs.
The first song is called Gates [B] from our record On the Impossible Path. _
[Ab] It's about our hometown in Scranton and we figured [N] it would be a nice place to play it all the way out here.
So, the song is called Gates.
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[Eb] _ _ [Ab] _ _ I am the pain that beats through your temples
Every morning when you [F] wake up
I am the boy with alcohol [Eb] poisoning
From [Ab] all the parties Chris was throwing that summer
That they took us in
Like every other American
[Fm] You're getting drunk around Battle of the [Ab] Lions Club
Waiting for the shitty bands to finish [Eb] up
Some kids [Fm] played hockey aside while [Eb] the others, they just [Ab] got high _ _
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[Fm] _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Ab] _ _ It's not hard to fall for a waitress
When you both smoke, smoke the same [Gb] cigarettes
[Fm] You'll get seated as [Ab] diners and lovers
You'll get to chuck his friends [Eb] for the better
You'll carve your name [F] into the ballpark [Eb] clips just to read them
You [Ab] get old enough to know that happiness is just a moment
[Ab] I'm marching up to your guest city
[Fm] To throw my [Ab] lonely soul away
I don't need it, you can [Fm] take it back
[Db] _ _ [Ab] I'm marching up to your guest [F] city
To throw [Ab] my lonely soul away
I don't need it, you can [F] take it back
[Ab] _ [F] Oh, and they will [Eb] make examples [Ab] out of us
Like when [Eb] they caught you in the CVS parking [Fm] lot
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I [Dbm] fed the [Ab] lions, I [Dbm] fed the lions, I fed the [Ab] lions
Everything I got, [F] _ [Fm] everything I got
[Ab] In my cabinet [Dbm] brain of [Ab] canned thoughts
_ It was everything I got, oh, [F] everything I [Db] got
In my cabinet brain, [Dbm] in my cabinet brain
_ [Ab] I'm marching up to your guest city
To throw my lonely soul away
I don't need it, you can [F] take it back
[Ab] _ _
I'm marching up to your guest city
To [Fm] throw my lonely soul away
I don't need it, you can take [Fm] it back
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Yeah, I'm marching up to your guest city
[Fm] To throw my [Ab] lonely soul away
_ _ [Fm] Oh, I don't need [Ab] it, you can take it back
Alright, thanks.
[F] Cool, thanks.
This [Bb] song is called Burn After Writing.
[A] I wrote it in Chicago, which at the time was probably
[Abm] the way we'd [Ebm] been and never thought we'd play it
in front of a beach in Costa Rica.
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[Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] Years ago, the same [Cm] corset I [Eb] stole
From a song that I once heard
The same melody [Cm] I borrowed from the void
I'd [Eb] rather observe the structure and [Cm] narrative
[Eb] Your character's often, the plot's not developed
It ends where it begins, on the screen and [Cm] paperbacks
Detection [Bb] aid and colder [Eb] sights
The two haikus and drum [Cm] sonnets are moving me along, [Ab] along _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] You cut my hair, [Gm] you left red ink [Bb] everywhere
Do my hands [Ab] tell the [Bb] stories that bore [Eb] it?
You cut my hair, you [Gm] left red ink _
[Bb] everywhere
Do my hands tell [Ab] the [Bb] stories that bore [Eb] it?
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[Eb] What I'd give, force you to [Cm] sell it
I'd give, [Ebm] see you cry, [Eb] what I'd give
For your caress, see a blue guy in your dress
And you'd fall up on the floor
Certain memories [Cm] are the problem
[Bb] Certain drunken [Eb] lines are the shame
Seven hundred miles in four years
I can't fight the [Ab] flame of burn
_ And cry, cry, cry
[Eb] You cut my hair, you [Gm] left red ink _
[Bb] everywhere
Do my hands tell [Ab] the stories [Bb] that bore [Eb] it?
You cut my hair, you [Gm] left red ink [Bb] everywhere
Do my hands tell the [Ab] stories [Bb] that bore [Eb] it?
_ _ [N] Cool.
Cool. _ _ _