Biography:
Car Seat Headrest is an American indie rock band formed in Leesburg, Virginia, and currently located in Seattle, Washington. The band consists of Will Toledo (vocals, guitar, piano, and synthesizers), Ethan Ives (guitar, bass, backing vocals), Seth Dalby (bass), and Andrew Katz (drums, percussion).
Beginning as a solo recording project by Toledo in 2010, Car Seat Headrest self-released 12 albums on the music platform Bandcamp, before signing to Matador Records in 2015. Car Seat Headrest would begin touring as a full band the following year.
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Other songs:
- Beach Life-in-death
- Bodys
- Cute Thing
- Drunk Drivers/killer Whales
- Fill In The Blank
- Plane Crash Blues/i Can't Play The Piano
- Sober To Death
- Something Soon
- The Ballad Of Costa Concordia
- The Drum
- War Is Coming (if You Want It)
- Ac
- America Never Been
- Anchorite Love You Very Much
- Around
- Bad Role Models
- Bad Role Models Old Idols Exhumed Psst Teenagers Put Your Clothes Back O
- Beach Death
- Beach Fagz
- Beach Funeral
- Beach Life
- Beach Weak
- Beast Monster Thing Love Isnt Love Enough
- Boxing Day
- Culture
- Death At The Movies
- Destroyed By Hippie Powers
- Does It Feel Good To Say Goodbye
- Dont Remind Me
- Dreams Fall Hard
- Drunk Drivers Killer Whales
- Famous Prophets Minds
- Famous Prophets Stars
- Good Sunday
- Goodbye Love
- Hey Space Cadet Beast Monster Thing In Space
- High To Death
- Homes
- I Am Afraid Of Literally Everything
- I Want You To Know That Im Awake I Hope That Youre Asleep
- Is This Dust Really From The Titanic
- Joe Gets Kicked Out Of School For Using Drugs With Friends But Says This Isnt A Problem
- Jus Tired
- Kimochi Warui
- Ks
- Los Barrachos I Dont Have Any Hope Left But The Weather Is Nice
- Maud Gone
- Misheard Lyrics
- My Boy Twin Fantasy
- Nervous Young Inhumans
- No Passion
- Nobody Dies
- Not What I Needed
- Oh Starving
- Open Mouthed Boy
- Overexposed Enjoy
- Plane Crash Blues I Cant Play The Piano
- Please Mr Pilot
- Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Fag
- Psst Teenagers Take Off Your Clothes
- Reuse The Cels
- Romantic Theory
- Some Strange Angel
- Souls
- Stoop Kid
- Stop Smoking
- Strangers
- Sunburned Shirts
- Teens Of Denial
- The Ballad Of The Costa Concordia
- The Ending Of Dramamine
- The Gun Song
- The Staying Song
- Times To Die
- Twin Fantasy Mirror To Mirror
- Unforgiving Girl Shes Not An
- War Is Coming If You Want It
- We Cant Afford Your Depression Anymore
- You Have To Go To College
- Youre In Love With Me
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!
[Chords]
D x-x-0-2-3-2
F 1-3-3-2-1-1
G 3-2-0-0-3-3
D * 10-12-12-11-10-10
A * 5-7-7-6-5-5
G * 3-5-5-4-3-3
[Intro]
D * A * G *
I get to know myself every weekend and I’m weak
D F G
D F G
[Verse 1]
D F G
Hangovers feel good when I know it’s the last one
D F G
Then I feel so good that I have another one
D * A * G *
D F G
Last Friday I took acid and mushrooms
D F G
I did not transcend, I felt like a walking piece of
D * A * G *
Shit, in a stupid looking jacket
D F G
I walked around town and felt like I was in Sodom
D F G
There were filthy people seeking comfort for their bodies
D * A * G *
It was so obscene
D F G
Filled with loathing and religious fervor
D F G
I laid on my friend’s bedroom floor for an hour
D * A * G *
And tried not to piss my pants And then I saw Jesus, and he said
[Chorus]
D * A * G *
“Whoooooooooo-are-yooouuuu to go against the word of my father? And
D * A * G *
Whoooooooooo-are-yooouuuu? the scum of the earth”
D * A * G *
No we are just, we are just, we are just teens of style
D * A * G *
Oh we are just, we are just, we are just teens of style
[Verse 2]
D F G
There were people getting drunk, there were people getting high
D F G
They were falling to pieces right before my eyes
D * A * G *
And I said “mmhmm” a lot (mmhmm)
D F G
And there was one guy there who kept asking me how does it feel
D F G
And I didn’t even know how to begin to answer that question
D * A * G *
So I just said I don't want to talk about it
D F G
So there I was, just another shitbag civilian
D F G
Afraid of the cops when I was outside, afraid of my friends when I was inside
D * A * G *
And I grew tired of the scene And then my dad showed up, And he was like
[Chorus]
D * A * G * D * A * G *
“Whoooooooooo-are-yooouuuu to go against the word of our fathers?"
D * A * G * D * A * G *
It goes "Whoooooooooo-are-yooouuuu? the scum of the eaaaaaaaaaaaaarth”
D * A * G *
No we are just, we are just, we are just teens of style
D * A * G *
No we are just we are just we are just victims of the contemporary style
D * A * G *
Yes we are just we are just we are just we are just going along with the modern style
D * A * G *
Now everybody, everybody, everybody’s going along with the modern style, Let’s do it together, it goes:
[Outro]
D A
Drugs are better, drugs are better with
G A
Friends are better, friends are better with
x4
D A
Drugs are better than friends
G
Are better than drugs
A
Are better than friends
x3
D A
Drugs are better, drugs are better with
G A
Friends are better, friends are better with
x2
D x-x-0-2-3-2
F 1-3-3-2-1-1
G 3-2-0-0-3-3
D * 10-12-12-11-10-10
A * 5-7-7-6-5-5
G * 3-5-5-4-3-3
[Intro]
D * A * G *
I get to know myself every weekend and I’m weak
D F G
D F G
[Verse 1]
D F G
Hangovers feel good when I know it’s the last one
D F G
Then I feel so good that I have another one
D * A * G *
D F G
Last Friday I took acid and mushrooms
D F G
I did not transcend, I felt like a walking piece of
D * A * G *
Shit, in a stupid looking jacket
D F G
I walked around town and felt like I was in Sodom
D F G
There were filthy people seeking comfort for their bodies
D * A * G *
It was so obscene
D F G
Filled with loathing and religious fervor
D F G
I laid on my friend’s bedroom floor for an hour
D * A * G *
And tried not to piss my pants And then I saw Jesus, and he said
[Chorus]
D * A * G *
“Whoooooooooo-are-yooouuuu to go against the word of my father? And
D * A * G *
Whoooooooooo-are-yooouuuu? the scum of the earth”
D * A * G *
No we are just, we are just, we are just teens of style
D * A * G *
Oh we are just, we are just, we are just teens of style
[Verse 2]
D F G
There were people getting drunk, there were people getting high
D F G
They were falling to pieces right before my eyes
D * A * G *
And I said “mmhmm” a lot (mmhmm)
D F G
And there was one guy there who kept asking me how does it feel
D F G
And I didn’t even know how to begin to answer that question
D * A * G *
So I just said I don't want to talk about it
D F G
So there I was, just another shitbag civilian
D F G
Afraid of the cops when I was outside, afraid of my friends when I was inside
D * A * G *
And I grew tired of the scene And then my dad showed up, And he was like
[Chorus]
D * A * G * D * A * G *
“Whoooooooooo-are-yooouuuu to go against the word of our fathers?"
D * A * G * D * A * G *
It goes "Whoooooooooo-are-yooouuuu? the scum of the eaaaaaaaaaaaaarth”
D * A * G *
No we are just, we are just, we are just teens of style
D * A * G *
No we are just we are just we are just victims of the contemporary style
D * A * G *
Yes we are just we are just we are just we are just going along with the modern style
D * A * G *
Now everybody, everybody, everybody’s going along with the modern style, Let’s do it together, it goes:
[Outro]
D A
Drugs are better, drugs are better with
G A
Friends are better, friends are better with
x4
D A
Drugs are better than friends
G
Are better than drugs
A
Are better than friends
x3
D A
Drugs are better, drugs are better with
G A
Friends are better, friends are better with
x2
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