Biografia:
Jeff Rosenstock is a must-know name in the Long Island ska-punk scene. Hailing from Baldwin NY, Rosenstock is the frontman/guitarist for both The Arrogant Sons of Bitches, and Bomb The Music Industry!. Rosenstock's music is mostly composed of events, both trivial and life-changing, that have occurred in his everyday life. Jeff plays a wide variety of instruments, from guitar, to bass, to drums, to keyboards.
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Outras músicas:
- The Internet Is Everywhere
- 80S Through The 50S
- 910
- All This Useless Energy
- Amen
- Bang On The Door
- Beating My Head Against A Wall
- Beauty Of Breathing
- Beers Again Alone
- Blast Damage Days
- Bonus Oceans
- Darkness Records
- Dramamine
- Festival Song
- Get Old Forever
- Hall Of Fame
- Hellllhoooole
- Hey Allison
- I Did Something Weird Last Night
- Im Serious Im Sorry
- Im So Gross
- June 21St
- Little Blue Pills
- Melba
- Nausea
- Pash Rash
- Perfect Sound Whatever
- Pietro 60 Years Old
- Planet Luxury
- Polar Bear Or Africa
- Powerlessness
- Rainbow
- Staring Out The Window At Your Old Apartment
- Teenager
- The Fuzz
- The Lows
- The Trash The Trash The Trash
- To Be A Ghost
- Tv Stars
- Twinkle
- Usa
- Wave Goodnight To Me
- We Begged 2 Explode
- While Youre Alive
- You In Weird Cities
- Yr Throat
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
[Intro]
A F#m A F#m
D C#m D C#m E
[Verse 1]
A F#m
Miles away and I can't seem to shake
A F#m
the smell of your car in 2003:
D C#m D E
beach air and bad tunes, stale smoke and junk food
A F#m
Tell her to stay and you'll scare her away.
A F#m
Staying the same just makes everything change.
[Pre-Chorus]
D C#m D C#m E
I'm plowing right through friends I don't talk to.
[Chorus]
A F#m C#m
Seasons seem to see me sliding out of view.
D Bm D E
80's through the 50's. Breezes make me think of you
[Verse 2]
A F#m
And I'll count down the days
A F#m
just like I count down before I go away.
D C#m D C#m E A
Trying to get used to not being there with you
A B C# D D Eb E F F G F E D
[Chorus]
A F#m C#m
Seasons seem to see me sliding out of view.
D Bm D F#/F
80's through the 50's. Breezes make me think of you
A F#m C#m
When you see me sliding out of view.
D Bm D F#/F
80's through the 50's. Breezes make me think of you
[Bridge]
E F#m A B C# D E
It got chilly this Saturday yeah! woo!
E F#m G
And with my hands in my pockets I walked around in circles like!!
A F#m F#/F
"Oh no, I'm totally fucked."
A F#m F#/F
It's one thing to grow old but I'm collecting dust.
Bm
'Cause nobody needs me.
C#m
Nobody needs me.
D Dm
Nobody needs me the way that I need you.
[Chorus]
A F#m C#m
Seasons seem to see me sliding out of view.
D Bm D F#/F
80's through the 50's. Breezes make me think of you
A F#m C#m
When you see me sliding out of view.
D Bm D F#m F#/F
80's through the 50's. Breezes make me think of you
[Outro]
A F#m A F#m
you... yoouuuuu...
D C#m D C#m E
A F#m A F#m
D C#m D C#m E
[Verse 1]
A F#m
Miles away and I can't seem to shake
A F#m
the smell of your car in 2003:
D C#m D E
beach air and bad tunes, stale smoke and junk food
A F#m
Tell her to stay and you'll scare her away.
A F#m
Staying the same just makes everything change.
[Pre-Chorus]
D C#m D C#m E
I'm plowing right through friends I don't talk to.
[Chorus]
A F#m C#m
Seasons seem to see me sliding out of view.
D Bm D E
80's through the 50's. Breezes make me think of you
[Verse 2]
A F#m
And I'll count down the days
A F#m
just like I count down before I go away.
D C#m D C#m E A
Trying to get used to not being there with you
A B C# D D Eb E F F G F E D
[Chorus]
A F#m C#m
Seasons seem to see me sliding out of view.
D Bm D F#/F
80's through the 50's. Breezes make me think of you
A F#m C#m
When you see me sliding out of view.
D Bm D F#/F
80's through the 50's. Breezes make me think of you
[Bridge]
E F#m A B C# D E
It got chilly this Saturday yeah! woo!
E F#m G
And with my hands in my pockets I walked around in circles like!!
A F#m F#/F
"Oh no, I'm totally fucked."
A F#m F#/F
It's one thing to grow old but I'm collecting dust.
Bm
'Cause nobody needs me.
C#m
Nobody needs me.
D Dm
Nobody needs me the way that I need you.
[Chorus]
A F#m C#m
Seasons seem to see me sliding out of view.
D Bm D F#/F
80's through the 50's. Breezes make me think of you
A F#m C#m
When you see me sliding out of view.
D Bm D F#m F#/F
80's through the 50's. Breezes make me think of you
[Outro]
A F#m A F#m
you... yoouuuuu...
D C#m D C#m E
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