Insomniac
Green DayVersion1
90
Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
Brat
Stuck With Me
Geek Stink Breath
No Pride
Bab's Uvula Who?
86
E B A E <--- palm mute
Panic Song
B (play around with the chord shape for awhile. If you want a tab of what
he's doing, email me. maybe I'll post it another time)
Stuart and the Ave.
Brain Stew
Jaded
Westbound Sign
Tight Wad Hill
Walking Contradiction
(by the way, this rips off a Kinks riff from the song "Do it Again."
"insomniac"
BY GREEN DAY
This took me forever to get this on the computer. Other than that, I tabbed
the song by ear in
3omin. I was going to post on the 10th, but l just didn't have the time to
type it all out. The timing
and lyrics are probably off, because l tabbed it while l was still so fresh
to the songs, but the
powerchords are all right.
"Armitage Shanks"
Intro...strum the chord about 12 times....
Verse 1:
Stranded, Lost inside myself
My own worst friend, my own closest enemy
Well I'm branded, maladjusted
never trusted anyone let alone myself
Chorus 1:
I must insist on , being a pessimist
I'm a loner, in a catastrophic mind
Verse 2:
Elected, the rejected
I perfected the science of the idiot
Well I'm branded, maladjusted
never trusted anyone let alone myself
Repeat Chorus 1
...........Say,hey,whoa..whoa..say,hey,whoa..whoa..sing!!
Verse 3:
No meaning, and no healing
Self loathing freak and introverted deviot
Well I'm branded, maladjusted
I've perfected the science of the idiot
Repeat Chorus 1
Chorus 2:
Well I'm taking pressure for other pessimists
I'm a loner in a claustrophobic mind.
"Brat"
Mom and Dad don't look so hot these days
they're getting over the hill,
Death is closing in and catching up
as far as I can tell,
Got a plan of action and cold blood
and it smells of defiance,
I'll just wait for Mom and Dad to die
and get my inheritance.
Now I want more because I'm getting bored
and I'm going nowhere fast,
I was once filled with doubt and now it's all figured out
that nothing good can last.
Crows feet and rot are setting in
and time is running out,
My parents income interest rate
is gaining higher clout,
I'm a snot nosed sod without a job
and I know I damn well should,
Mom and Dad don't look so hot these days
but my future's looking good.
Now I want more because I'm getting bored
and I'm going nowhere fast,
I was once filled with doubt and now it's all figured out
that nothing good can last.
"Stuck with Me"
I'm not part of your elite, I'm just alright
Class structure, Having colors
Bleeding from my throat
I'm not subservent to you, I'm just alright
Downclassed, by the powers that be
Give me loss of hope.
Cast out, buried in a hole.
Struck down, forcing me to fall.
Destroyed, giving up the fight.
And l know i'm not alright.
Verse2:
What's my price and will you pay, it if it's alright?
Take it from my dignity and
waste it till it's dead.
Throw me back into the gutter, 'cause it's alright
Find another pleasure fuck
And drag 'em down to hell.
Cast out, buried in a hole.
Struck down, forcing me to fall.
Destroyed, giving up the fight.
And l know i'm not alright.
Cast out, buried in a hole.
Struck down, forcing me to fall.
Destroyed, giving up the fight.
And l know i'm not alright.
"Geek Stink Breath"
by Green Day (currently unreleased, off new album,)
Don't worry it's all powerchords unless i say otherwise...
NOTE: On the chorus, Ais X133XX, not 688XXX
Intro/Riff:
I'm on a mission, I made my decision
to lead a path of self destruction,
A slow progression, killing my complexion
and it's rotting out my teeth.
I'm on a roll, no self control
I'm blowing off steam with methamphetamine,
Don't know what I want, and that's all that I've got
and I'm picking scabs off my face.
Verse2:
(NO WORDS)
Every hour ,my blood is running sour
and my pulse is beating out of time
l found a treasure, filled with sick pleasure
and it sits on a thin white line.
I'm on a roll, no self control
I'm blowing off steam with methamphetamine,
Don't know what I want, and that's all that I've got
and I'm picking scabs off my face.
Verse3:
I'm on a mission, I've got no decision
to lead a path of self destruction,
Wish in one hand, shit in the other
and see which one gets filled first.
I'm on a roll, no self control
I'm blowing off steam with methamphetamine,
Don't know what I want, and that's all that I've got
and I'm picking scabs off my face.
Geek,
Stink,
Breath...........
"No Pride"
I'm just a mutt,
and nowhere is my home.
Where dignity's a land mine,
in the school of lost hope.
I've panhandled for a life
I'm not afraid to beg.
Hand me down your lost and founds
of second hand regret.
Pre- Chorus:
You better, swallow your pride, or you're gonna choke on it.
You better digest your values, because they turn to shit.
Honor's gonna knock you down,
before your chance to stand up and fight.
I know I'm not the one,
I've got no pride.
Sects of disconnection,
and traditions of lost faith.
No culture's worth a stream of piss,
Or a bullet in my face.
To hell with unity,
separation's gonna kill us all.
Torn to shreds and disjointed,
Before the final fall.
"Bab's Uvula Who?"
I've got a knack for fucking everything up.
My temper flies and I get myself all wound up.
My fuse is short and my blood pressure is high.
I lose control and l get myself all wound up.
Tension mounts and l fly off the wall.
l self-destruct and l get myself all wound up.
Petulance and irritation sets in.
I throw a tantrum and l get all wound up.
My temper flies and I get myself all wound up.
I lose control and l get myself all wound up.
l self-destruct and l get myself all wound up.
I throw a tantrum and l get all wound up.
Chip on my shoulder and a leech on my back.
Stuck in a rut and l get myself all wound up.
Killed my composure and it will never come back.
Loss of control and l get myself all wound up.
Blown out of proportion again.
My temper snaps and l get all wound up.
Spontaneous combustion, panic attack.
I slipped a gear and l get myself all wound up.
"86"
Pick Scrape<...
What brings you around?
Did you lose something last time you were here?
You'll never find it now.
It's buried deep with your identity.
So stand aside and let the next one pass.
Don't let the door kick you in the ass.
There's no return from 86.
There's no return from 86.
There's no return from 86.
There's no return from 86.
Don't even try.
Exit out the back
and never show your head around here again.
Purchase your ticket and quickly take
the last train out of town.
So stand aside and let the next one pass.
Don't let the door kick you in the ass.
There's no return from 86.
There's no return from 86.
There's no return from 86.
There's no return from 86.
Don't even try.
"Panic Song"
Intro / Solo:
Open A string...rapid...then
XXXXXXXXXXX(MUTED STRINGS)
Ready for a cheap escape.
On the brink of self-destruction.
Widespread panic.
Broken glass inside my head.
Bleeding down these thoughts of
Anguish... mass confusion.
The world is a sick machine
breeding a mass of shit.
With such a desolate conclusion.
Fill the void with...l don't care.
There's a plague inside of me.
Eating at my disposition.
Nothing's left
torn out of reality.
Into a satate of no opinion.
Limp with hate.
"Stuart and the Ave."
Standing on the corner of
Stuart and the Avenue.
Ripping up my transfer
and a photograph of you.
You are a blur of my dead past
and rotting existence.
I stand laughing on
the corner of insignificance.
Destiny is dead.
In the hands of bad luck.
Before it might've made some sense
N.
but now it's all fucked up.
Season change as well
as well as minds.
And I'm a two Faced clown.
You're mommy's little nightmare
driving daddy's car around.
I'm beat down
and half brain dead.
The long lost king of fools,
I may be dumb.
But I'm not stupid enough
to stay with you.
Destiny is dead.
In the hands of bad luck.
Before it might've made some sense
N.
but now it's all fucked up.
"Brain Stew"
I'm having trouble trying to sleep.
I'm counting sheep but running out.
As time ticks by,
And l still try.
No rest for crosstops in my mind.
On my own...here we go.
My eyes feel like they're going to bleed.
Dried up and bulging out my skull.
My mouth is dry.
My face is numb.
Fucked up and spun out in my room.
On my own...here we go.
(PM) xxx
(PM)XXX
(PM) XXX
(PM) XXX
NO WORDS
My mind is set on overdrive.
The clock is laughing in my face.
A crooked spine.
My sense dulled.
Passed the point of delirium.
On my own...here we go.
"Jaded"
Somebody keep my balance,
I think I'm falling off.
Into a state of regression,
The expiration date.
Rapidly coming up,
I'ts leaving me behind to rank.
Always move forward,
Going straight will get you nowhere.
There is no progress,
Evolution killed it all.
I found my place in nowhere,
I'm taking one step sideways.
Leading wiht my crutch,
Got a fucked up equilibrium.
Count down from 9 to 5.
Hooray! We're gonna die!
Blessed into our extinction.
"Westbound Sign"
Boxed up, all of her favorite things.
Sold the rest at a rainy yard sale.
Big plans and leaving friends
and a westbound sign.
Weighed out, her choices on a scale.
Prevailing, nothing made sense
Just transportation and a blank decision...
She's taking off.
She's burnig daylight and petrol
Heading westward on, strung out
On confusion road.
And ten minute nervous breakdowns
Xanex a beer for thought,
and she determined...she's taking off.
Is it salvation, or an escape from discontent?
Will she find her name in the California cement?
Punched out of the grind that punched her
one too many times.
Is tragedy 2000 miles away?...She's taking off...
"Tight Wad Hill"
Cheapskate on the hill.
A thrill seeker making deals.
Sugar city urchin wasting time.
Town of lunatics.
Begging for another fix.
Turning tricks for speedballs.
One more night.
Making your rounds again.
Turning up empty handed.
Bumming a ride, Burning daylight.
Last up @ dawn, tight wad hill.
Drugstore hooligan.
Another white trash mannequin.
On display to rot up on the hill.
Living out a lie.
But having the time of his life.
Hating every minute of his existence.
"Walking Contradiction"
Do as l say and not as l do
because the shit's so thick you can't run away.
I beg to differ and on the contrary,
l agree with every word that you say.
Talk is cheap and lies are expensive,
My wallet's fat and so is my head.
Hit and run and then l'll hit you again,
I'm a smart-ass but l'm playing dumb.
NO WORDS
Standards set and broken all the time,
Control the chaos from behind a gun.
Call it as l see it even if
I was born deaf, blind and dumb.
Losers winning big on the lottery,
Rehab rejects still sniffing glue.
Constant refutation with myself,
I'm a victim of a catch-22.
I have no belief.
But I believe, I'm a walking contradiction.
And, l ain't got no right.
Well here it's the entire album (all 32 minutes and 55 seconds) with no
mistakes, I hope =). I've only put the chords, if anyone thinks a TAB should
be made (with rythms, times the chords are played, etc.) just mail me and
I'll make it. Well, contrary to what most people think, I think this album is
better than "Dookie" ("Dookie" is more comercial), it's better in ...
EVERYTHING!!!!! Well, no more words, here it is.
Tune down 1/2 step below standard pitch
Chords.-
A (x133xx) or (688xxx) (Is up to you to choose one of the
B (x255xx) or (799xxx) formations, the one you feel more
C (x355xx) or (8-10-10-xxx) comfortable with)
E(type 2) (x799xx) or (0799xxx) The second one I use it when I palm mute
that chord, but using only the (0xxxxx)
(type 2) (xx9-11-12-x) or (x-9-9-11-12-x)
Armatage Shanks
Intro.-
Verse.-
Chorus.-
Interlude.-
Brat
Intro.-
Verse.-
Chorus.-
Interlude.-
Stuck with me
Intro.-
Verse.-
Chorus.-
During bass interlude just play with the strings muted.
Geek Stink Breath
Intro/post chorus.-
Verse.-
G, F Play w/palm mute, then slide to the next chord (3rd verse without pm)
Chorus.-
No pride
Intro/Post chorus.-
Verse.-
Chorus.-
Bab's Uvula who?
Intro.-
Verse.-
Chorus.-
Last Verse.-
86
Intro.- (pick scrape)
Verse.-
Pre - chorus.-
Chorus.-
Panic Song
Intro.-
B (two times), then.-
|--------|
|--------|
|-----8--|
|--9-----|
|--------|
|--------|
Strum a "B" chord then (w/palm muting) strum the higher string several
times and fast (7xxxxx) or (2xxxxx), I recomend the first one. Then do the
same, but without palm muting; it just sounds a little low (the string, less
volume).
Verse.-
Chorus.-
Post Chorus.-
Stuart and the Avenue
Intro.-
Verse.-
Chorus.-
Brain Stew
All song.-
For the harmonic part, make random harmonics from frets 12 to 21 on every
string (the bottom ones are the better). For the last part just play the
chord and then play the 3 bottom strings open (xxx000)
Jaded
Intro/Verse.-
Chorus.-
West Bound Sign
Intro/Chorus.-
Verse.-
Interlude.-
Tight Wad Hill
Verse.-
Chorus.-
Interlude.-
Play the verse part, but mute the strings in one part (you'll notice when
you listen to the record, I don't have it here so I don't remember exactly
where)
Walking Contradiction
Intro.-
Verse.-
Chorus.-
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Readable chord sheet for Insomniac by Green Day
[E]
[A] [D] [A] [D] [F#] [D] [E]
[D] [A] [E] [A] [D] [A] [E]
[A] [F#] [A] [F#] [D] [E]
Brat
[C] [G] [D]
[G] [C] [G]
[C] [G] [D]
[C] [G] [C] [G] [C] [G] [D]
[C] [G] [C] [G] [F] [D]
Stuck With Me
[E]
[C#] [B] [A]
[E] [B] [A] [B] [A] [B]
[C#] [A]
[E]
[A] [B]
[E]
Geek Stink Breath
[G] [F] [C]
[G]
[F]
[Bb] [F]
[G] [F]
No Pride
[Ab] [Eb] [C#]
[C#] [Eb] [Ab] [C#]
[Ab] [C] [C#] [E] [Ab] [Eb]
Bab's Uvula Who?
[B] [A] [F#]
[B] [B] [B] [A] [E] [B]
86
E[E] B [Ab]A E [A]<--- palm mute
[B] [A]
[E] [Ab] [A]
Panic Song
B (play around with the chord shape for awhile. If you want a tab of what
he's doing, email me. maybe I'll post it another time)
[B] [Ab] [F#]
[E] [B] [F#] [B] [E] [B] [A] [F#]
Stuart and the Ave.
[D] [A]
[D] [E] [G] [D]
[D] [E] [G] [A]
[B] [G] [B] [G]
[D] [E] [G] [D]
[D] [A]
Brain Stew
[A] [G] [F#] [F] [E]
Jaded
[A] [G] [D]
[D] [A]
[D] [E]
Westbound Sign
[B] [Ab] [E]
[B] [F#] [Ab] [E]
[B] [F#] [Ab]
[E]
[F#] [A] [E] [B]
[B] [F#] [Ab]
[E]
[B] [Ab] [E]
Tight Wad Hill
[A] [G] [A]
[C] [G] [A]
[C] [G] [C] [G] [C] [G] [A]
Walking Contradiction
[A]
[A] [D] [G] [A]
[D] [G] [A]
([A]by [D]the[G] wa[F#]y, t[E]his rips off a Kinks riff from the song "Do it Again."
"insomniac"
BY GREEN DAY
This took me forever to get this on the computer. Other than that, I tabbed
the song by ear in
3omin. I was going to post on the 10th, but l just didn't have the time to
type it all out. The timing
and lyrics are probably off, because l tabbed it while l was still so fresh
to the songs, but the
powerchords are all right.
"Armitage Shanks"
[E] Intro...strum the chord about 12 times....
Verse
S[A]tranded, L[D]ost [A]inside myself [D]
M[F#]y own worst frien[A]d, my own close[E]st enemy
W[A]ell I'm bra[D]nded, maladjuste[A]d [D]
n[F#]ever trusted[A] anyone let alone m[E]yself
Chorus
I[D] must insist on [A], being a pess[E]imist [F#]
[A] [D]
I[E]'m a loner, in a catastrophic mind
Verse
E[A]lected,[D] the rejecte[A]d [D]
I[F#] perfected the scien[A]ce of the idiot [E]
W[A]ell I'm branded, mala[D]djuste[A]d [D]
n[F#]ever trusted an[A]yone let alone myself [E]
Repeat Chorus
[E]...........Say,hey,[A]whoa..wh[F#]oa..sa[A]y,he[F#]y,whoa[D]..w[E]hoa..[A]sing[F#]!! [A] [F#] [D]
Verse
N[A]o meaning, [D]and no[A] healing [D]
S[F#]elf loathing freak and in[A]troverted deviot [E]
W[A]ell I'm branded, mal[D]adjust[A]ed [D]
I[F#]'ve perfected the scie[A]nce of the idiot [E]
Repeat Chorus
Chorus
W[D]ell I'm taking press[A]ure for [E]other pessimists [F#]
I[A]'m a loner in a claus[D]trophobic mind. [E]
"Brat"
Mom and Dad don't look so hot these days
t[A]hey're g[G]etting over the [C]hill,
D[C]eath is closing [D]in and c[C]atching [A]up
a[C]s far as[A] I can t[D]ell,
G[C]ot a plan of act[D]ion and [C]cold blo[A]od
a[C]nd it sm[A]ells of [D]defiance,
I[C]'ll just wait fo[D]r Mom an[C]d Dad to[A] die
a[C]nd get m[A]y inheri[D]tance.
N[C]ow I want more b[D]ecause I[C]'m getting bored[A]
a[C]nd I'm going now[D]here fas[A]t,
I[C] was once filled[D] with do[C]ubt and now it's[A] all figured out
[C] [D]
[D]
t[D]hat nothing good can last.
C[C]rows feet and ro[D]t are se[C]tting in[A]
a[C]nd time [A]is runni[D]ng out,
M[C]y parents income[D] interes[C]t rate [A]
i[C]s gainin[A]g higher[D] clout,
I[C]'m a snot nosed [D]sod with[C]out a jo[A]b
a[C]nd I kno[A]w I damn[D] well should,
M[C]om and Dad don't[D] look so[C] hot the[A]se days
b[C]ut my fu[A]ture's l[D]ooking good.
N[C]ow I want more b[D]ecause I[C]'m getting bored[A]
a[C]nd I'm going now[D]here fas[A]t,
I[C] was once filled[D] with do[C]ubt and now it's[A] all figured out
[C] [D]
[D]
t[D]hat nothing good can last.
"Stuck with Me"
[E]
[C#]
[B]
[A]
[E]
[C#]
[B]
[A]
[B]
I[B]'m not part of your elite, I'm just alright
[A]
C[B]lass structure, Having colors
[A]
B[B]leeding from my throat
I[E]'m not subservent to you, I'm just alright
[A]
D[B]ownclassed, by the powers that be
[A]
G[B]ive me loss of hope.
C[C#]ast out, buried [A]in a hole. [E]
S[C#]truck down, forc[A]ing me to fall. [B]
D[C#]estroyed, giving[A] up the fight. [E]
A[C#]nd l know [A]i'm no[B]t alr[E]ight. [B]
Verse
[E]
W[E]hat's my price and will you pay, it if it's alright?
[A]
T[B]ake it from my dignity and
[A]
w[B]aste it till it's dead.
T[B]hrow me back into the gutter, 'cause it's alright
[A]
F[B]ind another pleasure fuck
[A]
A[B]nd drag 'em down to hell.
C[C#]ast out, buried [A]in a hole. [E]
S[C#]truck down, forc[A]ing me to fall. [B]
D[C#]estroyed, giving[A] up the fight. [E]
A[C#]nd l know [A]i'm no[B]t alr[E]ight. [B]
[E]
C[C#]ast out, buried [A]in a hole. [E]
S[C#]truck down, forc[A]ing me to fall. [B]
D[C#]estroyed, giving[A] up the fight. [E]
A[C#]nd l know [A]i'm no[B]t alr[E]ight. [B]
"Geek Stink Breath"
by Green Day (currently unreleased, off new album,)
Don't worry it's all powerchords unless i say otherwise...
NOTE: On the chorus, A
Intro/Riff:
[G]
[E]
[B]
[G]
[F]
[G]
I[F]'m on a mission, I made my decision
[G]
[F]
[G]
t[F]o lead a path of self destruction,
[G]
[F]
[G]
A[F] slow progression, killing my complexion
[G]
[F]
[G]
a[F]nd it's rotting out my teeth.
I[Bb]'m on a rol[F]l, no s[Bb]elf control [F]
I[Bb]'m blowing off stea[F]m with methampheta[Bb]mine, [F]
D[G]on't know what I want, and th[F]at's all that[G] I've got [F]
a[G]nd I'm picking scab[F]s off my face. [G] [F]
Verse
[G]
[F]
[G]
([F]NO WORDS)
[G]
[F]
[G]
E[F]very hour ,my blood is running sour
[G]
[F]
[G]
a[F]nd my pulse is beating out of time
[G]
[F]
[G]
l[F] found a treasure, filled with sick pleasure
[G]
[F]
[G]
a[F]nd it sits on a thin white line.
I[Bb]'m on a rol[F]l, no s[Bb]elf control [F]
I[Bb]'m blowing off stea[F]m with methampheta[Bb]mine, [F]
D[G]on't know what I want, and th[F]at's all that[G] I've got [F]
a[G]nd I'm picking scab[F]s off my face. [G] [F]
[G]
[E]
[B]
[G]
[E]
[B]
[G]
[E]
[B]
[G]
[E]
[B]
[G]
[E]
[B]
[G]
[E]
[B]
[G]
[E]
[B]
[G]
[E]
[B]
Verse
[G]
[F]
[G]
I[F]'m on a mission, I've got no decision
[G]
[F]
[G]
t[F]o lead a path of self destruction,
[G]
[F]
[G]
W[F]ish in one hand, shit in the other
[G]
[F]
[G]
a[F]nd see which one gets filled first.
I[Bb]'m on a rol[F]l, no s[Bb]elf control [F]
I[Bb]'m blowing off stea[F]m with methampheta[Bb]mine, [F]
D[G]on't know what I want, and th[F]at's all that[G] I've got [F]
a[G]nd I'm picking scab[F]s off my face. [G] [F]
[G]
[E]
[B]
[G]
[E]
[B]
[G]
[E]
[B]
[G]
[E]
[B]
[G]
[E]
G[B]eek,
[G]
[E]
S[B]tink,
[G]
[E]
B[B]reath...........
"No Pride"
[A] [B] [C] [D] [E] [D] [C]
I[G]'m just [D]a mutt,
a[A]nd nowhere is my[D] home.
W[G]here dignity's a[D] land mine,
i[A]n the school of [C]lost hope.
I[G]'ve panhandled f[D]or a life
I[A]'m not afraid to[D] beg.
H[G]and me down your[D] lost and founds
o[A]f second hand re[C]gret.
Pre- Chorus:
Y[A]ou better, swallow your [B]pride, o[C]r you're[D] gonna choke on [A]it.
Y[A]ou better digest your va[B]lues, be[C]cause th[D]ey turn to shit.[G]
H[A]onor's gonna knock you d[B]own,
b[C]efore your chance to sta[D]nd up and fight.
I[E] know I'm not th[D]e one,
I[C]'ve got no pride.
S[G]ects of disconne[D]ction,
a[A]nd traditions of[D] lost faith.
N[G]o culture's wort[D]h a stream of piss,
O[A]r a bullet in my[C] face.
T[G]o hell with unit[D]y,
s[A]eparation's gonn[D]a kill us all.
T[G]orn to shreds an[D]d disjointed,
B[A]efore the final [C]fall.
"Bab's Uvula Who?"
[B] [A] [C]
[D] [D] [D] [A] [C]
[D] [D] [D] [A] [C]
I[D]'ve got [D]a knack for fuck[D]ing everything up.
M[A]y temper flies and I get[C] myself all wound up.
M[D]y fuse is short [D]and my blood pre[D]ssure is high.
I[A] lose control and l get [C]myself all wound up.
T[D]ension mounts an[D]d l fly off the [D]wall.
l[A] self-destruct and l get[C] myself all wound up.
P[D]etulance and irr[D]itation sets in.[D]
I[A] throw a tantrum and l g[C]et all wound up.
M[D]y temper flies a[A]nd I get myself [B]all wound up.
I[D] lose control an[A]d l get myself a[B]ll wound up.
l[D] self-destruct a[A]nd l get myself [B]all wound up.
I[D] throw a tantrum[A] and l get all w[B]ound up.
C[D]hip on my should[D]er and a leech o[D]n my back.
S[A]tuck in a rut and l get [C]myself all wound up.
K[D]illed my composu[D]re and it will n[D]ever come back.
L[A]oss of control and l get[C] myself all wound up.
B[D]lown out of prop[D]ortion again. [D]
M[A]y temper snaps and l get[C] all wound up.
S[D]pontaneous combu[D]stion, panic att[D]ack.
I[A] slipped a gear and l ge[C]t myself all wound up.
"86"
Pick Scrape<...
[E] [B] [A] [D] [B] [A]
W[A]hat brings you around?
D[B]id you lose something last time you were here?
Y[A]ou'll never find it now.
I[B]t's buried deep with your identity.
S[D]o stand aside an[B]d let the next o[A]ne pass.
D[D]on't let the doo[B]r kick you in th[A]e ass.
T[E]here's n[B]o return[A] from 86.
T[E]here's n[B]o return[A] from 86.
T[E]here's n[B]o return[A] from 86.
T[E]here's n[B]o return[A] from 86.
D[B]on't eve[D]n try.
E[A]xit out the back
a[B]nd never show your head around here again.
P[A]urchase your ticket and quickly take
t[B]he last train out of town.
S[D]o stand aside an[B]d let the next o[A]ne pass.
D[D]on't let the doo[B]r kick you in th[A]e ass.
T[E]here's n[B]o return[A] from 86.
T[E]here's n[B]o return[A] from 86.
T[E]here's n[B]o return[A] from 86.
T[E]here's n[B]o return[A] from 86.
D[B]on't eve[D]n try.
"Panic Song"
Intro / Solo:
Open A string...rapid...then
[D]
[D]
[Eb] XXXXXXXXXXX(MUTED STRINGS)
R[E]eady for a cheap escape.
O[E]n the brink of self-destruction.
W[B]idespread panic.[D]
B[E]roken glass insi[D]de my he[A]ad.
B[E]leeding down the[D]se thoug[A]hts of
A[B]nguish... mass c[D]onfusion.
T[A]he world is a sick machi[E]ne
b[B]reeding a mass of shit. [E]
W[A]ith such a desolate conc[E]lusion.
F[B]ill the void with...l do[E]n't care.
T[E]here's a plague [D]inside o[A]f me.
E[E]ating at my disp[D]osition.[A]
N[B]othing's left [D]
t[E]orn out of reali[D]ty. [A]
I[E]nto a satate of [D]no opini[A]on.
L[B]imp with hate. [D]
"Stuart and the Ave."
[B]
[B]
S[D]tanding on the c[E]orner of
S[C]tuart and the Av[D]enue.
R[D]ipping up my tra[E]nsfer
a[C]nd a photograph [D]of you.
Y[D]ou are a blur of[E] my dead past
a[C]nd rotting exist[D]ence.
I[D] stand laughing [E]on
t[C]he corner of ins[D]ignificance.
D[A]estiny is dead. [B]
I[A]n the hands of b[B]ad luck.
B[D]efore it might'v[E]e made some sense
[C] N.
[C]
b[D]ut now it's all fucked up.
S[D]eason change as [E]well
a[C]s well as minds.[D]
A[D]nd I'm a two Fac[E]ed clown.
Y[C]ou're mommy's li[D]ttle nightmare
d[D]riving daddy's c[E]ar around.
I[C]'m beat down [D]
a[D]nd half brain de[E]ad.
T[C]he long lost kin[D]g of fools,
I[D] may be dumb. [E]
B[C]ut I'm not stupi[D]d enough
t[D]o stay w[E]ith you.
[C] [D]
D[A]estiny is dead. [B]
I[A]n the hands of b[B]ad luck.
B[D]efore it might'v[E]e made some sense
[C] N.
[C]
b[D]ut now it's all fucked up.
"Brain Stew"
[B]
[A]
[C]
[C#]
[A]
[B]
I[A]'m having trouble trying to sleep.
[C]
[C#]
I[A]'m counting sheep but running out.
[B]
A[A]s time ticks by,
[C]
[C#]
A[A]nd l still try.
[B]
N[A]o rest for crosstops in my mind.
[C]
[C#]
O[A]n my own...here we go.
[B]
M[A]y eyes feel like they're going to bleed.
[C]
[C#]
D[A]ried up and bulging out my skull.
[B]
M[A]y mouth is dry.
[C]
[C#]
M[A]y face is numb.
[B]
F[A]ucked up and spun out in my room.
[C]
[C#]
O[A]n my own...here we go.
[B](PM) xxx
[A](PM)XXX
[C](PM) XXX
[C#](PM) XXX
N[A]O WORDS
[B]
M[A]y mind is set on overdrive.
[C]
[C#]
T[A]he clock is laughing in my face.
[B]
A[A] crooked spine.
[C]
[C#]
M[A]y sense dulled.
[B]
P[A]assed the point of delirium.
[C]
[C#]
O[A]n my own...here we go.
"Jaded"
[G] [A] [D]
[G] [A] [D]
S[G]omebody [A]keep my [D]balance,
I[G] think I[A]'m falli[D]ng off.
I[G]nto a st[A]ate of r[D]egression,
T[G]he expir[A]ation da[D]te.
R[G]apidly c[A]oming up[D],
I[G]'ts leav[A]ing me b[D]ehind to rank.
A[A]lways move forward,
G[A]oing str[G]aight will get y[A]ou nowhere.
T[A]here is no progress,
[A] [G]
E[A]volutio[D]n[C] [D]k[A]illed it all.
I[G] found m[A]y place [D]in nowhere,
I[G]'m takin[A]g one st[D]ep sideways.
L[G]eading w[A]iht my c[D]rutch,
G[G]ot a fuc[A]ked up e[D]quilibrium.
C[G]ount dow[A]n from 9[D] to 5.
H[G]ooray! W[A]e're gon[D]na die!
B[G]lessed i[A]nto our [D]extinction.
"Westbound Sign"
B[E]oxed up,[B] all of [C]her favorite things.
S[E]old the [B]rest at [C]a rainy yard sale.
B[E]ig plans[B] and lea[C]ving friends
a[E]nd a wes[B]tbound s[C]ign.
W[D]eighed o[A]ut, her [B]choices [A]on a sca[D]le.
P[D]revailin[A]g, nothi[B]ng made [A]sense
J[D]ust tran[A]sportati[B]on and a[A] blank d[D]ecision...
S[D]he's tak[A]ing off.[B] [A]
S[E]he's bur[B]nig dayl[C]ight and petrol
H[E]eading w[B]estward on, stru[C]ng out
O[E]n confus[B]ion road[C].
A[E]nd ten m[B]inute ne[C]rvous breakdowns
X[E]anex a b[B]eer for [C]thought,
a[E]nd she d[B]etermined...she'[C]s taking off.
I[D]s it sal[A]vation, [B]or an es[A]cape fro[D]m discontent?
W[D]ill she [A]find her[B] name in[A] the Cal[D]ifornia cement?
P[D]unched o[A]ut of th[B]e grind [A]that pun[D]ched her
o[D]ne too m[A]any time[B]s. [A] [D]
I[D]s traged[A]y 2000 m[B]iles awa[A]y?...She[D]'s taking off...
"Tight Wad Hill"
C[A]heapskat[G]e on the[A] hill.
A[A] thrill [G]seeker m[A]aking deals.
S[A]ugar cit[G]y urchin[A] wasting time.
T[A]own of l[G]unatics.[A]
B[E]egging f[D]or anoth[A]er fix.
T[E]urning t[D]ricks fo[A]r speedballs.
O[E]ne more [D]night.
M[E]aking your round[D]s again.
T[B]urning up empty handed.
B[A]umming a ride, B[G]urning daylight.[A]
L[A]ast up @ dawn, t[G]ight wad hill. [A]
D[A]rugstore[G] hooliga[A]n.
A[A]nother w[G]hite tra[A]sh mannequin.
O[A]n displa[G]y to rot[A] up on the hill.
L[A]iving ou[G]t a lie.[A]
B[A]ut havin[G]g the ti[A]me of his life.
H[A]ating ev[G]ery minu[A]te of his existence.
"Walking Contradiction"
[B]
[B]
D[E]o as l s[D]ay and n[A]ot as l [E]do
b[E]ecause the shit'[D]s so thick you c[A]an't run away.
I[E] beg to differ a[D]nd on th[A]e contra[E]ry,
l[E] agree with ever[D]y word that you [A]say.
T[E]alk is cheap and[D] lies ar[A]e expens[E]ive,
M[E]y wallet's fat a[D]nd so is[A] my head.
H[E]it and run and t[D]hen l'll[A] hit you[E] again,
I[E]'m a sma[D]rt-ass but l'm p[A]laying dumb.
[E] [D] [B] [E] [D] [B]
N[E]O WORDS [D] [A] [E] [E] [D] [A]
S[E]tandards[D] set and broken [A]all the [E]time,
C[E]ontrol t[D]he chaos[A] from behind a gun.
C[E]all it as l see [D]it even [A]if [E]
I[E] was born deaf, [D]blind an[A]d dumb.
L[E]osers wi[D]nning bi[A]g on the[E] lottery,
R[E]ehab rej[D]ects sti[A]ll sniffing glue.
C[E]onstant [D]refutati[A]on with [E]myself,
I[E]'m a vic[D]tim of a[A] catch-22.
I[E] have no[D] belief.[B]
[E] [D] [B]
[E] [D][A]
B[E]ut I believe, I'm a walking contradiction.
A[E]nd, l ain't got [D]no right[A].
Well here it's the entire album (all 32 minutes and 55 seconds) with no
mistakes, I hope =). I've only put the chords, if anyone thinks a TAB should
be made (with rythms, times the chords are played, etc.) just mail me and
I'll make it. Well, contrary to what most people think, I think this album is
better than "Dookie" ("Dookie" is more comercial), it's better in ...
EVERYTHING!!!!! Well, no more words, here it is.
Tune down 1/2 step below standard pitch
Chords.-
A (x133xx) or (688xxx) (Is up to you to choose one of the
B (x255xx) or (799xxx) formations, the one you feel more
C (x355xx) or (8-10-10-xxx) comfortable with)
[C#]
[D]
[Eb]
E[E](type 2) (x799xx) or (0799xxx) The second one I use it when I palm mute
that chord, but using only the (0xxxxx)
[B](type 2) (xx9-11-12-x) or (x-9-9-11-12-x)
Armatage Shanks
Intro.-
[E]
Verse.-
[A]
[D]
[A]
[D]
[F#]
[D] [E]
Chorus.-
[D]
[A]
[E]
[A]
[D]
[A]
[E]
Interlude.-
[A]
[F#]
[A]
[F#]
[D]
[E]
Brat
Intro.-
[C]
[G]
[D]
Verse.-
[G]
[C]
[G]
[G]
[C]
[G]
[D]
Chorus.-
[C]
[G]
[C]
[C]
[G]
[D]
Interlude.-
[G]
[C]
[G] [E]
[G]
[C]
[G]
[D]
Stuck with me
Intro.-
[E]
[C#]
[B]
[A]
Verse.-
[E]
[B]
[A]
[B]
Chorus.-
[C#]
[A]
[E]
[A]
[B]
[E]
During bass interlude just play with the strings muted.
Geek Stink Breath
Intro/post chorus.-
[G]
[F]
[C]
Verse.-
G, F Play w/palm mute, then slide to the next chord (3rd verse without pm)
Chorus.-
[A]
[F]
No pride
Intro/Post chorus.-
[Ab]
[Eb]
[C#]
Verse.-
[Ab]
[Eb]
[C#]
[Ab]
Chorus.-
[Eb]
[C#]
[Ab]
[Eb]
[Ab]
[C]
[C#]
[E]
[Ab]
[Eb]
Bab's Uvula who?
Intro.-
[B]
[A]
[F#]
Verse.-
[B]
[B]
[B]
[A]
[E]
Chorus.-
[B]
[A]
[E]
Last Verse.-
[B]
[A]
[B]
[A]
[B]
[A]
[E]
86
Intro.- (pick scrape)
[E]
[Ab]
[A]
Verse.-
[E]
[B]
[A]
[E]
[A]
Pre - chorus.-
[B]
[A]
Chorus.-
[E]
[Ab]
[A]
[Ending]
[B]
[A]
Panic Song
Intro.-
B (two times), then.-
|--------|
|--------|
|-----8--|
|--9-----|
|--------|
|--------|
[E]
[B] Strum a "B" chord then (w/palm muting) strum the higher string several
times and fast (7xxxxx) or (2xxxxx), I recomend the first one. Then do the
same, but without palm muting; it just sounds a little low (the string, less
volume).
Verse.-
[B]
[Ab]
[F#]
Chorus.-
[E]
[B]
[F#]
[B]
[E]
[B]
[A]
[F#]
Post Chorus.-
[B]
[A]
[F#]
Stuart and the Avenue
Intro.-
[D]
[A]
Verse.-
[D]
[E]
[G]
[D]
[D]
[E]
[G]
[A]
Chorus.-
[D]
[B]
[G]
[D]
[E]
[G]
[D]
[A]
Brain Stew
All song.-
[A]
[G]
[F#]
[F]
[E]
For the harmonic part, make random harmonics from frets 12 to 21 on every
string (the bottom ones are the better). For the last part just play the
chord and then play the 3 bottom strings open (xxx000)
Jaded
Intro/Verse.-
[A]
[G]
[D]
Chorus.-
[D]
[A]
[G]
[A]
[G]
[D]
[E]
[Ending] [A]
West Bound Sign
Intro/Chorus.-
[B]
[Ab]
[E]
Verse.-
[B]
[F#]
[Ab]
[E]
Interlude.-
[F#]
[A]
[E]
[B]
Tight Wad Hill
Verse.-
[A]
[G]
[A]
[G]
[A]
[G]
[A]
[G]
[G]
Chorus.-
[C]
[G]
[A]
Interlude.-
Play the verse part, but mute the strings in one part (you'll notice when
you listen to the record, I don't have it here so I don't remember exactly
where)
Walking Contradiction
Intro.-
[A]
Verse.-
[A]
[D]
[G]
[A]
Chorus.-
[D]
[G]
[A]