Biografía:
George Watsky (born September 15, 1986) is a writer and performer who believes in the equal power of the tear and the belly laugh. Born and raised in San Francisco and now based in Los Angeles, he aims to cross-pollinate the stage, screen and stereo with work that speaks to both the humor and frustrations of modern life.
George was featured on Season 6 of Russell Simmons Presents Def Poetry on HBO. He was the 2006 Youth Speaks Grand Slam Poetry Champion
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Otras canciones:
- Hey, Asshole
- 4Am Monday
- Cannonball
- Cardboard Castles
- Chemical Angel
- Energy
- Fireworks
- Grass Is Greener
- Hand Over Hand
- Hey Asshole
- Idgaf
- Lets Get High And Watch Planet Earth
- Limo 4 Emos
- Moral Of The Story
- Ninjas In Paris
- Rich Girl
- Rome
- Roses
- Sarajevo
- Send In The Sun
- Show Goes On Mini
- Sloppy Seconds
- Stick To Your Guns
- Strong As An Oak
- Talking To Myself
- Tiny Glowing Screens Pt 1
- Tiny Glowing Screens Pt 3
- Welcome To The Family
- What Goes Up
- Whoa Whoa Whoa
- Wounded Healer
¡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!
Watsky - Sloppy Seconds
Rhythm-wise, many of the sections play the chords on the off-beats, which may be a bit tricky at first until
you get the hang of it; listen to the song to figure out where this happens and play along to get used to it.
Also, it may be easier to play of you put a capo on the 2nd fret and transpose this down 2 semitones (from
written as A major to written as G major).
Aside from that, enjoy. :)
[Intro]
F#m A D
[Verse 1]
F#m
Fuck you if you love a car for its paint job
A
Love you if you love a car for the road trips
D
Show me the miles and your arms and the pink scar
C#m
Where the doctor had to pull out all the bone chips
F#m
‘Cause you were pressing on the gas just a bit hard
A
Right in the moment where the road curved a bit sharp
D
And when you woke up somebody was unclipping your seat belt
C#m
And pulling you from the open window of your flipped car
[Chorus 1]
F#m
Cold pizza
A
Tie-dye shirts
D
Broken hearts
C#m
Give ‘em here, give ‘em here
F#m
Hand-me-downs
A
Give me give me leftovers
D
Give me give me sloppy seconds
C#m
Give ‘em here, give ‘em here
F#m A D
I don’t care where you’ve been
C#m
How many miles, I still love you
[x2]
[Verse 2]
D
Show me somebody who says they got no baggage
I’ll show you somebody who’s got no story
F#m
Nothing gory means no glory
A E D
But baby please don’t bore me
We won’t know until we get there
The who or the what or the when, where
F#m A
My favourite sweater was a present that I got a couple presidents ago
E D
And I promised that I would rock it ‘til it’s threadbare
Bet on it
Every single person’s got a couple skeletons
F#m
So pretty soon in this room
A
It’ll just be me and you when we clear out all the elephants
E
Me and you and the elements
D
We all have our pitfalls
Beer’s flat, the cabs have been called
F#m
And everybody and their momma can hear the drama
E
That’s happening behind these thin walls
[Chorus 2]
F#m
Cold pizza
A D
Tie-dye shirts (tie-dye shirts)
Broken hearts
C#m
Give ‘em here, give ‘em here
F#m A
Hand-me-downs (hand-me-downs)
D
Leftovers (leftovers)
Sloppy seconds
C#m
Give ‘em here, give ‘em here
F#m A D
I don’t care where you’ve been
C#m
How many miles, I still love you
[x2]
F#m A
I don’t care (cold pizza)
D
Where you’ve been (tie-dye shirts)
C#m
How many (broken hearts) miles, I still love you
F#m A
I don’t care (hand-me-downs)
D
Where you’ve been (leftovers)
C#m
How many (sloppy seconds) miles, I still love you
[Verse 3]
D
My pattern with women isn’t a flattering image
But I don’t want to run away because I said so
F#m
I don’t want to be the guy to hide all of my flaws
E
And I’ll be giving you the side of me that I don’t let show
D
Everything in fashion that has ever happened
Always coming crashing down; better let go
F#m
But in a couple years it will be retro
E
You rock Marc Ecko, my shirts have the gecko
D
‘Cause in the past man, I was hopeless
But now’s when my little cousins look the dopest
F#m
(Whoop whoop) Fuck the fashion po-po
A E D
Have a stale doughnut, I don’t need no tips
Fuck a five second rule
That’s a plan I never understood
F#m
It’s September in my kitchen in a Christmas sweater
E
Sipping cold coffee on the phone with damaged goods
F#m A D C#m
And there is not a single place that I would rather be
F#m A D C#m
I’m fucked up just like you are, and you’re fucked up just like me
[Chorus 3]
F#m A
Cold pizza (cold pizza)
D
Tie-dye shirts (tie-dye shirts)
Broken hearts
C#m
Give ‘em here, give ‘em here
F#m A
Hand-me-downs (hand-me-downs)
(A) D
Give me give me leftovers (leftovers)
(D)
Give me give me sloppy seconds
C#m
Give ‘em here, give ‘em here
F#m A D
I don’t care where you’ve been
C#m
How many miles, I still love you
[x2]
F#m A
I don’t care (cold pizza)
D
Where you’ve been (tie-dye shirts)
C#m
How many (broken hearts) miles, I still love you
F#m A
I don’t care (hand-me-downs)
D
Where you’ve been (leftovers)
C#m
How many (sloppy seconds) miles, I still love you
[Outro]
F#m A D
Rhythm-wise, many of the sections play the chords on the off-beats, which may be a bit tricky at first until
you get the hang of it; listen to the song to figure out where this happens and play along to get used to it.
Also, it may be easier to play of you put a capo on the 2nd fret and transpose this down 2 semitones (from
written as A major to written as G major).
Aside from that, enjoy. :)
[Intro]
F#m A D
[Verse 1]
F#m
Fuck you if you love a car for its paint job
A
Love you if you love a car for the road trips
D
Show me the miles and your arms and the pink scar
C#m
Where the doctor had to pull out all the bone chips
F#m
‘Cause you were pressing on the gas just a bit hard
A
Right in the moment where the road curved a bit sharp
D
And when you woke up somebody was unclipping your seat belt
C#m
And pulling you from the open window of your flipped car
[Chorus 1]
F#m
Cold pizza
A
Tie-dye shirts
D
Broken hearts
C#m
Give ‘em here, give ‘em here
F#m
Hand-me-downs
A
Give me give me leftovers
D
Give me give me sloppy seconds
C#m
Give ‘em here, give ‘em here
F#m A D
I don’t care where you’ve been
C#m
How many miles, I still love you
[x2]
[Verse 2]
D
Show me somebody who says they got no baggage
I’ll show you somebody who’s got no story
F#m
Nothing gory means no glory
A E D
But baby please don’t bore me
We won’t know until we get there
The who or the what or the when, where
F#m A
My favourite sweater was a present that I got a couple presidents ago
E D
And I promised that I would rock it ‘til it’s threadbare
Bet on it
Every single person’s got a couple skeletons
F#m
So pretty soon in this room
A
It’ll just be me and you when we clear out all the elephants
E
Me and you and the elements
D
We all have our pitfalls
Beer’s flat, the cabs have been called
F#m
And everybody and their momma can hear the drama
E
That’s happening behind these thin walls
[Chorus 2]
F#m
Cold pizza
A D
Tie-dye shirts (tie-dye shirts)
Broken hearts
C#m
Give ‘em here, give ‘em here
F#m A
Hand-me-downs (hand-me-downs)
D
Leftovers (leftovers)
Sloppy seconds
C#m
Give ‘em here, give ‘em here
F#m A D
I don’t care where you’ve been
C#m
How many miles, I still love you
[x2]
F#m A
I don’t care (cold pizza)
D
Where you’ve been (tie-dye shirts)
C#m
How many (broken hearts) miles, I still love you
F#m A
I don’t care (hand-me-downs)
D
Where you’ve been (leftovers)
C#m
How many (sloppy seconds) miles, I still love you
[Verse 3]
D
My pattern with women isn’t a flattering image
But I don’t want to run away because I said so
F#m
I don’t want to be the guy to hide all of my flaws
E
And I’ll be giving you the side of me that I don’t let show
D
Everything in fashion that has ever happened
Always coming crashing down; better let go
F#m
But in a couple years it will be retro
E
You rock Marc Ecko, my shirts have the gecko
D
‘Cause in the past man, I was hopeless
But now’s when my little cousins look the dopest
F#m
(Whoop whoop) Fuck the fashion po-po
A E D
Have a stale doughnut, I don’t need no tips
Fuck a five second rule
That’s a plan I never understood
F#m
It’s September in my kitchen in a Christmas sweater
E
Sipping cold coffee on the phone with damaged goods
F#m A D C#m
And there is not a single place that I would rather be
F#m A D C#m
I’m fucked up just like you are, and you’re fucked up just like me
[Chorus 3]
F#m A
Cold pizza (cold pizza)
D
Tie-dye shirts (tie-dye shirts)
Broken hearts
C#m
Give ‘em here, give ‘em here
F#m A
Hand-me-downs (hand-me-downs)
(A) D
Give me give me leftovers (leftovers)
(D)
Give me give me sloppy seconds
C#m
Give ‘em here, give ‘em here
F#m A D
I don’t care where you’ve been
C#m
How many miles, I still love you
[x2]
F#m A
I don’t care (cold pizza)
D
Where you’ve been (tie-dye shirts)
C#m
How many (broken hearts) miles, I still love you
F#m A
I don’t care (hand-me-downs)
D
Where you’ve been (leftovers)
C#m
How many (sloppy seconds) miles, I still love you
[Outro]
F#m A D
Wax Tailor
Waxahatchee
Waxx
Waylon Jennings
Wayne Newton
We The Lion
We Were Evergree (...)
We Were Promised (...)
Weakerthans
Weathers