Biografía:
Modern Baseball is an American emo/pop punk/indie rock band from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.[1]
Brendan Lukens and Jake Ewald were high school friends from Brunswick, Maryland who began as an acoustic duo before relocating to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania to attend college; Lukens at Chestnut Hill College, and Ewald at Drexel University. They then met drummer Sean Huber and bassist Ian Farmer. Their name was inspired by a book that Lukens and Ewald
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Otras canciones:
- @chl03k
- Fine Great
- How Do I Tell A Girl I Want To Kiss Her
- I Think You Were My Profile Picture Once
- It's Cold Out Here
- Re-do
- See Ya Sucker
- Tears Over Beers
- Wedding Singer
- Your Graduation
- 240
- Alpha Kappa Fall Of Troy The Movie Part Deux
- And Beyond
- Apartment
- Apple Cider I Dont Mind
- Best Friend
- Casket
- Chl03K
- Cider Apple I Dont Mind
- Coals
- Death 4 My Birthday
- Everyday
- Going To Bed Now
- Hiding
- Hope
- Hours Outside In The Snow
- Intersection
- Its Cold Out Here
- Just Another Face
- Look Out
- Mass
- Note To Self
- Notes
- Palmcorder Yajna
- Play Ball
- Play Ball On Ukulele
- Pothole
- Re
- Revenge Of The Nameless Ranger
- Rock Bottom
- Seasonal Small Town Dreams
- Short
- The Old Gospel Choir
- The Thrash Particle
- The Waterboy Returns
- The Weekend
- This Song Is Gonna Buy Brendan Lukens A New Pair Of Socks
- Two Good Things
- Voting Early
¡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!
(Capo 3) (Play G as a barre chord on the 6th fret rather than the 3rd)
C G
There's a tombstone in the brush with your name on the front
C
But I had no bucks to get "Here lies They-Ran-Outta-Luck"
G
On the back of it
Sharp as a tack, but in the sense that you're not smart, just a prick
In my finger or my toe
C G
Ripping staggered holes all the way to my chest
All the way to my chest
Am
But every tremble in your voice still echoes in my ears
C
One good night of sleep per year
G
There's a tombstone in the brush with my name on the front
C
But I had no guts to get "Here lies He-Ran-Outta-Luck"
G
On the back of it
C
Sharp as a tack, but in the sense that I'm not smart, just a prick
G C
In the fingers and the toes of all of those who show interest in me
G
And from where I'm standing
Am Em
It looks like I'm way long overdue
Am Em
I know what you meant when you said "fuck you"
Am Em
Breaking up never felt so cruel
G
And now I'm tired
C
And now I'm dead to me
(G C Em) x2
G C
Can we act like we never broke each others' hearts?
G C
At least mine, I don't know how you felt from the start
G C
Oh, that's vile, oh, I'm cruel, oh, it's god damn mean
Am C
I sure as hell know one thing
C C
You sure ain't dead to me
C G
There's a tombstone in the brush with your name on the front
C
But I had no bucks to get "Here lies They-Ran-Outta-Luck"
G
On the back of it
Sharp as a tack, but in the sense that you're not smart, just a prick
In my finger or my toe
C G
Ripping staggered holes all the way to my chest
All the way to my chest
Am
But every tremble in your voice still echoes in my ears
C
One good night of sleep per year
G
There's a tombstone in the brush with my name on the front
C
But I had no guts to get "Here lies He-Ran-Outta-Luck"
G
On the back of it
C
Sharp as a tack, but in the sense that I'm not smart, just a prick
G C
In the fingers and the toes of all of those who show interest in me
G
And from where I'm standing
Am Em
It looks like I'm way long overdue
Am Em
I know what you meant when you said "fuck you"
Am Em
Breaking up never felt so cruel
G
And now I'm tired
C
And now I'm dead to me
(G C Em) x2
G C
Can we act like we never broke each others' hearts?
G C
At least mine, I don't know how you felt from the start
G C
Oh, that's vile, oh, I'm cruel, oh, it's god damn mean
Am C
I sure as hell know one thing
C C
You sure ain't dead to me
Modjo
Modo Avion
Moenia
Moffatts
Mofro
Molly Kate Kestn (...)
Molly Lewis
Molly Spurr
Moloko
Molotov