Biografía:
Bomb The Music Industry! (¡Bombardea a la industria musical!) (BMtI!) es un colectivo musical de Long Island, Nueva York (EEUU) que escribe, produce, graba y distribuye toda su música. La cabeza visible del proyecto es Jeff Rosenstock, un multiinstrumentalista que, junto con otros participantes de BMtI!, también fue miembro de The Arrogant Sons of Bitches (Los arrogantes hijos de puta). BMtI! ha ganado notoriedad por su ética del punk DIY ("hazlo tú mismo")
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Otras canciones:
- 2400000
- 25
- 25 Hour Goddam Telethon
- 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
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
can´t complain
Eh x7999x
El 012200
D#/E x6999x
A 5776xx
F#M: 2442xx
G#/A 4776xx
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G#m: 466444
C#m: x46654
Eh D#/E A
Wake up, start running for your life.
Eh D#/E
Fill the tumbler with the coffee
A C#m G#m
Feed the cat and hit the lights.
A C#m G#m
The steps are ticking counts a beat ahead of you.
A
The steps are keeping time.
El G#m A
But I can't complain.
El G#m
I've got a bed I can crawl into.
A
I've got a bottle for the pain.
C#m B
I've got a window shade I can pull right down
A G#/A F#m A
When the sky fills up with clouds and it looks like rain.
Eh D#/E A x2
I can't complain.
Eh D#/E A
Someone will start nipping at your heels.
Eh D#/E
Panic pumps blood through your knees
A C#M G#m
But they don't care how you feel.
A C#M G#m
The little fuckers chewing through the plastic;
A
They're gonna do you in.
El G#m A
But I can't complain.
El G#m
I've got a bed I can crawl into.
A
I've got a bottle for the pain.
C#m B
I've got a window shade I can pull right down
A G#/A F#m A
When the sky fills up with clouds and it looks like rain.
Eh D#/E A x2 F#m G#m
I can't complain.
A G#m A G#m F#m
And I'm sorry the things I touch, I always damage.
G#m B
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!
F#m G#m
A G#m A G#m
And I'm sorry I always act like I can't manage
E D#/E
A E D#/E
To stop the fuckers chewing through the fabric.
A
They're gonna do me in.
E G#m A
But I can't complain.
E G#m
I've got a bed I can crawl into.
A
I've got a bottle for the pain.
C#m B
I've got a window shade I can pull right down
A G#/A F#m A E
When the sky fills up with clouds and it looks like rain.
Eh x7999x
El 012200
D#/E x6999x
A 5776xx
F#M: 2442xx
G#/A 4776xx
B: x2444x
G#m: 466444
C#m: x46654
Eh D#/E A
Wake up, start running for your life.
Eh D#/E
Fill the tumbler with the coffee
A C#m G#m
Feed the cat and hit the lights.
A C#m G#m
The steps are ticking counts a beat ahead of you.
A
The steps are keeping time.
El G#m A
But I can't complain.
El G#m
I've got a bed I can crawl into.
A
I've got a bottle for the pain.
C#m B
I've got a window shade I can pull right down
A G#/A F#m A
When the sky fills up with clouds and it looks like rain.
Eh D#/E A x2
I can't complain.
Eh D#/E A
Someone will start nipping at your heels.
Eh D#/E
Panic pumps blood through your knees
A C#M G#m
But they don't care how you feel.
A C#M G#m
The little fuckers chewing through the plastic;
A
They're gonna do you in.
El G#m A
But I can't complain.
El G#m
I've got a bed I can crawl into.
A
I've got a bottle for the pain.
C#m B
I've got a window shade I can pull right down
A G#/A F#m A
When the sky fills up with clouds and it looks like rain.
Eh D#/E A x2 F#m G#m
I can't complain.
A G#m A G#m F#m
And I'm sorry the things I touch, I always damage.
G#m B
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!
F#m G#m
A G#m A G#m
And I'm sorry I always act like I can't manage
E D#/E
A E D#/E
To stop the fuckers chewing through the fabric.
A
They're gonna do me in.
E G#m A
But I can't complain.
E G#m
I've got a bed I can crawl into.
A
I've got a bottle for the pain.
C#m B
I've got a window shade I can pull right down
A G#/A F#m A E
When the sky fills up with clouds and it looks like rain.
Bombshell
Bombshell Rocks
Bomshel
Bon Voyage
Bon y los enemig (...)
Bones
Bonet De San Ped (...)
Boney M.
Bonez MC
Bonfire