Biography:
Bomb the Music Industry! (commonly abbreviated as BtMI!) was an experimental musical collective originally from Baldwin, Nassau County, New York in 2004. They write, produce, record, and distribute all of their music under the leadership of songwriter and producer Jeff Rosenstock, and you can get their albums free at quoteunquoterecords.com
They are known for their DIY punk ethic, embodied in such actions such as distributing six albums worth of their own material for free on their website
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- 493 Ruth
- All Alone In My Big Lonely Apartment
- Big Kisses
- Big Plans Of Sleeping In
- Cant Complain
- Cold Chillin Cold Chillin
- Come On This Shit Is Getting Ridiculous
- Congratulations John On Joining Every Time I Die
- Depression Is No Fun
- Does Your Face Hurt No Cause Its Killing Me
- Dude Get With The Program
- Even Winning Feels Bad
- Free Bird
- Fresh Attitude Young Body
- Future 86
- Get Warmer
- Grudge Report
- Hurricane Waves
- I Dont Love You Anymore
- Im A Panic Bomb Baby
- Im Terrorfied
- It Ceases To Be Whining If Youre Still Shitting Blood
- Little Brother
- Pizza Claus Is Comin To Town
- Ready Set No
- Sadder Weirder
- Saddr Weirdr
- Shut Up The Punx
- Side Projects Are Never Successful
- Slumlord
- Snow Charges
- Sorry Brooklyn Dancing Wont Solve Anything
- Sort Of Like Being Pumped
- Stand There Until Youre Sober
- Struggler
- Stuff That I Like
- Sweet Home Cannada
- Syke Life Is Awesome
- The First Time I Met Sanawon
- The Last Party Foul
- The Shit That You Hate
- The Soul Crushing Northeast
- Theres My Bailout
- This Is A Singalong
- Undead
- Unlimited Breadsticks Soup And Salad Days
- Vocal Coach
- Wednesday Night Drinkball
- You Still Believe In Me
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this song has a lot of lyrics.
The chords should all be correct. I recommend playing it with the song first before you
play it acoustically.
All the chords seem to be barre chords, but either way is probably fine!
let me know if there are any corrections!!!
G C G Em
G
(It was a hot June day, and my ass was sticking to the seat of my girlfriend's car.)
C
Staten Island traffic in the summer, summer!.
G
Staten Island traffic in the summer, baby
C
Staten Island traffic in the summer, summer!.
G
Staten Island traffic in the summer, baby
C
Staten Island traffic in the summer, summer!.
G
Staten Island traffic in the summer, baby
C
Staten Island traffic in the summer, summer!.
G
And when you stuff yourself into a suit and tie
C
do you think the judge can see through the sweat as he gives you your fine
G
for a post-panic attack speeding ticket on a
C
90 degree day in New York.
G
And yeah, you're gonna drive home for three hours to work in a
C
basement for tribute bands making posters
G
to pay about a fifth of that price.
C
It's just Staten Island traffic in the summer.
Oh!
Em C
That orange ball. (HEY HEY HEY)
Em C
That burning orb of fire in the sky is gonna explode and we're all gonna die!
G D B
Except for the foolish few who will "think ahead" and drive their SUV's to their bomb shelters
Em C Em C
Complain about air conditioning because "baby, we ain't got no more electricity."
C
They wanna rise when it's done, be a leader with a gun.
A
Be a leader of what? Like a hundred and one?
Em C
Well, fuck it, I'm gonna hang out on the rooftop when it comes.
D C
'Cause when it's dark, it'll be night time, baby.
G C
And I'll get my ass on up out of this mess.
D C
The only stores that are open, baby.
G
They gonna sell beer, and they're gonna sell ice cream.
D Em
And we'll drink drink drink and get drunk drunk drunk
G Em
and we'll talk talk talk about how much much much
F Am
how much fun we had, yeah, when
G
we were fuckin' the world, oh we're fucking the world, yeah!
G C
Through the glares on our windshields, we can't see each others eyes,
G C
just McDonalds cups and wrappers that they're throwing at full speed.
G C
And yes, I long for a shadow. And yes, I always appreciate the irony
G C
that the only cool comfort that allows us to see is a goddamn billboard. Sing it with me.
G
A BILL BOARD (BILLBOARD) IS THE ONLY THING PREVENTING US FROM
C
BLIND-LY CRASH-ING.
G
A BILL BOARD (BILLBOARD) IS THE ONLY THING PREVENTING US FROM
Em
BLIND-LY CRASH-ING.
G
And we'll never see a city not marred by advertisements,
C
and we'll NEVER have a future not working for those companies,
G
and it's sure as shit not getting better
Am
so we might as well accept it now, oh.
Em C
And that really doesn't cheapen anything
Em C
because, baby, we're all born to be businessmen.
G
Every Fugazi record has a catalog number and a price tag
D B
and every independent label is selling you another goddamn product.
Em C
But, NO, WE'RE not slaves to the music.
Em C
Oh no, WE'RE not slaves to the company, baby.
C
We do what we're born and raised to do
A
and when youre creating something, you're producing something
D C
and the act of producing is the creation of a product.
D C
'Cause when it's dark, it'll be night time, baby.
G C
And I'll get my ass on up out of this mess.
D C
The only stores that are open, baby.
G
They gonna sell beer, and they're gonna sell ice cream.
D Em
And we'll drink drink drink and get drunk drunk drunk
G Em
and we'll talk talk talk about how much much much
F Am
how much fun we had, yeah, when
G
we were fuckin' the world, oh we're fucking the world, yeah!
Em F
Yeah, we were fu fu cking cking the the world world.
C
When the sun drops, you ain't gonna be hungover the next day.
G
When the comet hits, you ain't gonna have no bills to pay.
Bb
When the bomb hits, it's gonna be a four day weekend. Hey hey!
Am
When it's all done I'm gonna feel great
G Em G Am
...finally.
G C
And when I finally got to work today, I ate my Subway sandwich,
G C
and I drank my Coca-Cola Classic, and then I ate my Sunchips
G C
and I thought about the weekend when I'd fill up my Ford van
G C
with Mobil brand gas and drive to the Clear Channel venue and
G C
I'd drink myself a Budweiser and play my Fender guitar
G C
through my Fender amplifier and tell the kids with a straight face
G C G C
through a Shure microphone and JBL speakers that corporate rock is for suckers.
Uhh yeah.
The chords should all be correct. I recommend playing it with the song first before you
play it acoustically.
All the chords seem to be barre chords, but either way is probably fine!
let me know if there are any corrections!!!
G C G Em
G
(It was a hot June day, and my ass was sticking to the seat of my girlfriend's car.)
C
Staten Island traffic in the summer, summer!.
G
Staten Island traffic in the summer, baby
C
Staten Island traffic in the summer, summer!.
G
Staten Island traffic in the summer, baby
C
Staten Island traffic in the summer, summer!.
G
Staten Island traffic in the summer, baby
C
Staten Island traffic in the summer, summer!.
G
And when you stuff yourself into a suit and tie
C
do you think the judge can see through the sweat as he gives you your fine
G
for a post-panic attack speeding ticket on a
C
90 degree day in New York.
G
And yeah, you're gonna drive home for three hours to work in a
C
basement for tribute bands making posters
G
to pay about a fifth of that price.
C
It's just Staten Island traffic in the summer.
Oh!
Em C
That orange ball. (HEY HEY HEY)
Em C
That burning orb of fire in the sky is gonna explode and we're all gonna die!
G D B
Except for the foolish few who will "think ahead" and drive their SUV's to their bomb shelters
Em C Em C
Complain about air conditioning because "baby, we ain't got no more electricity."
C
They wanna rise when it's done, be a leader with a gun.
A
Be a leader of what? Like a hundred and one?
Em C
Well, fuck it, I'm gonna hang out on the rooftop when it comes.
D C
'Cause when it's dark, it'll be night time, baby.
G C
And I'll get my ass on up out of this mess.
D C
The only stores that are open, baby.
G
They gonna sell beer, and they're gonna sell ice cream.
D Em
And we'll drink drink drink and get drunk drunk drunk
G Em
and we'll talk talk talk about how much much much
F Am
how much fun we had, yeah, when
G
we were fuckin' the world, oh we're fucking the world, yeah!
G C
Through the glares on our windshields, we can't see each others eyes,
G C
just McDonalds cups and wrappers that they're throwing at full speed.
G C
And yes, I long for a shadow. And yes, I always appreciate the irony
G C
that the only cool comfort that allows us to see is a goddamn billboard. Sing it with me.
G
A BILL BOARD (BILLBOARD) IS THE ONLY THING PREVENTING US FROM
C
BLIND-LY CRASH-ING.
G
A BILL BOARD (BILLBOARD) IS THE ONLY THING PREVENTING US FROM
Em
BLIND-LY CRASH-ING.
G
And we'll never see a city not marred by advertisements,
C
and we'll NEVER have a future not working for those companies,
G
and it's sure as shit not getting better
Am
so we might as well accept it now, oh.
Em C
And that really doesn't cheapen anything
Em C
because, baby, we're all born to be businessmen.
G
Every Fugazi record has a catalog number and a price tag
D B
and every independent label is selling you another goddamn product.
Em C
But, NO, WE'RE not slaves to the music.
Em C
Oh no, WE'RE not slaves to the company, baby.
C
We do what we're born and raised to do
A
and when youre creating something, you're producing something
D C
and the act of producing is the creation of a product.
D C
'Cause when it's dark, it'll be night time, baby.
G C
And I'll get my ass on up out of this mess.
D C
The only stores that are open, baby.
G
They gonna sell beer, and they're gonna sell ice cream.
D Em
And we'll drink drink drink and get drunk drunk drunk
G Em
and we'll talk talk talk about how much much much
F Am
how much fun we had, yeah, when
G
we were fuckin' the world, oh we're fucking the world, yeah!
Em F
Yeah, we were fu fu cking cking the the world world.
C
When the sun drops, you ain't gonna be hungover the next day.
G
When the comet hits, you ain't gonna have no bills to pay.
Bb
When the bomb hits, it's gonna be a four day weekend. Hey hey!
Am
When it's all done I'm gonna feel great
G Em G Am
...finally.
G C
And when I finally got to work today, I ate my Subway sandwich,
G C
and I drank my Coca-Cola Classic, and then I ate my Sunchips
G C
and I thought about the weekend when I'd fill up my Ford van
G C
with Mobil brand gas and drive to the Clear Channel venue and
G C
I'd drink myself a Budweiser and play my Fender guitar
G C
through my Fender amplifier and tell the kids with a straight face
G C G C
through a Shure microphone and JBL speakers that corporate rock is for suckers.
Uhh yeah.
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