Biography:
Joseph Edward “Joe” Mulherin (born June 4, 1992), better known by his stage name nothing,nowhere., is an American singer-songwriter, rapper, producer and musician originally from Foxborough, Massachusetts and currently based in Vermont, United States.
He found his passion for music when he was 12 years old when his cousin let him borrow their acoustic guitar, with which n,n. covered popular emo songs.
He went through school going to and from bands, most of them never getting anywhere.
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Four years of hard work!
This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
[Intro/Verse's]
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[Verse 1]
F#m
Waking up at the crack of noon
Reminiscing of the times I'm waking up with you
A
I should leave, sell my shit, make some kind of moves
I'm lying to myself, I never leave this fucking room
F#m
I gotta pile of shit I haven't addressed, head is a mess
Check the 'scrip bottles, see if any are left
A
There's nothing, nowhere, but let's not even go there
I'm lucky if I wake up, let alone care
F#m
'Cause there's a fine line from who I am and who I wanna be
Amazed at what I find when I look within honestly
E
Honestly, it feels like I'm waiting to die
Watch the days pass by, what's it mean to be alive?
F#m
And I've been killing time, going to bed with the sunrise
A
I got this feeling I won't make it to twenty-five
E
It's a far cry, know we all got hard times
C#m
But these long nights got me feeling like I wanna die
[Chorus]
F#m
Leave my body by the liquor store
F#m
I'm an asshole, let me die slow
E
It's too late for me, can't you fucking see
I've dug my own grave, let me fucking be
F#m
Leave my body by the liquor store
I'm an asshole, let me die slow
E
It's too late for me, can't you fucking see
C#m
I've dug my own grave, let me fucking be
[Verse 2]
F#m
Don't even try to feed me all that "life is what you make it"
F#m
Pull up to your 9-to-5 and smile or try to fake it
A
But when you're in your bed alone I know you fucking face it
A
One day you'll meet your maker and you'll see your life was wasted
F#m
The reaper creeping slow, I know you see him when you dreaming
F#m
You posted at a party but he's in the dark scheming
A
And you keep telling me that life has some sort of meaning
A
So sorry if I'm pessimistic but I don't believe it
[Bridge]
F#m
I'm a fuck up, motherfucker
F#m
I'm sick of tryna find myself in others
E
I'm sick of seeking love, I'd rather suffer
C#m
I'm sick of life, I put that on my mother
G7
Yeah I'm a fuck up, motherfucker
A
I needed you, you left me in the gutter
E
The saddest part is that I really loved her
A
On a sinking ship, I wave as I go under
[Chorus]
F#m
Leave my body by the liquor store
F#m
I'm an asshole, let me die slow
E
It's too late for me, can't you fucking see
I've dug my own grave, let me fucking be
F#m
Leave my body by the liquor store
I'm an asshole, let me die slow
E
It's too late for me, can't you fucking see
C#m
I've dug my own grave, let me fucking be
[Bridge]
F#m
I'm a fuck up, motherfucker
F#m
I'm sick of tryna find myself in others
E
I'm sick of seeking love, I'd rather suffer
C#m
I'm sick of life, I put that on my mother
G7
Yeah I'm a fuck up, motherfucker
A
I needed you, you left me in the gutter
E
The saddest part is that I really loved her
A
On a sinking ship, I wave as I go under
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F#m A
A D
F#m C#m A
[Verse 1]
F#m
Waking up at the crack of noon
Reminiscing of the times I'm waking up with you
A
I should leave, sell my shit, make some kind of moves
I'm lying to myself, I never leave this fucking room
F#m
I gotta pile of shit I haven't addressed, head is a mess
Check the 'scrip bottles, see if any are left
A
There's nothing, nowhere, but let's not even go there
I'm lucky if I wake up, let alone care
F#m
'Cause there's a fine line from who I am and who I wanna be
Amazed at what I find when I look within honestly
E
Honestly, it feels like I'm waiting to die
Watch the days pass by, what's it mean to be alive?
F#m
And I've been killing time, going to bed with the sunrise
A
I got this feeling I won't make it to twenty-five
E
It's a far cry, know we all got hard times
C#m
But these long nights got me feeling like I wanna die
[Chorus]
F#m
Leave my body by the liquor store
F#m
I'm an asshole, let me die slow
E
It's too late for me, can't you fucking see
I've dug my own grave, let me fucking be
F#m
Leave my body by the liquor store
I'm an asshole, let me die slow
E
It's too late for me, can't you fucking see
C#m
I've dug my own grave, let me fucking be
[Verse 2]
F#m
Don't even try to feed me all that "life is what you make it"
F#m
Pull up to your 9-to-5 and smile or try to fake it
A
But when you're in your bed alone I know you fucking face it
A
One day you'll meet your maker and you'll see your life was wasted
F#m
The reaper creeping slow, I know you see him when you dreaming
F#m
You posted at a party but he's in the dark scheming
A
And you keep telling me that life has some sort of meaning
A
So sorry if I'm pessimistic but I don't believe it
[Bridge]
F#m
I'm a fuck up, motherfucker
F#m
I'm sick of tryna find myself in others
E
I'm sick of seeking love, I'd rather suffer
C#m
I'm sick of life, I put that on my mother
G7
Yeah I'm a fuck up, motherfucker
A
I needed you, you left me in the gutter
E
The saddest part is that I really loved her
A
On a sinking ship, I wave as I go under
[Chorus]
F#m
Leave my body by the liquor store
F#m
I'm an asshole, let me die slow
E
It's too late for me, can't you fucking see
I've dug my own grave, let me fucking be
F#m
Leave my body by the liquor store
I'm an asshole, let me die slow
E
It's too late for me, can't you fucking see
C#m
I've dug my own grave, let me fucking be
[Bridge]
F#m
I'm a fuck up, motherfucker
F#m
I'm sick of tryna find myself in others
E
I'm sick of seeking love, I'd rather suffer
C#m
I'm sick of life, I put that on my mother
G7
Yeah I'm a fuck up, motherfucker
A
I needed you, you left me in the gutter
E
The saddest part is that I really loved her
A
On a sinking ship, I wave as I go under
