Straight In At 101 Chords by Los Campesinos
Tempo:
92.65 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
Em
B
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Ebm] [Bb] [B] [Em] [D]
[B] [D] [G] I [D]
[Em] think we need more post-toital, [Bm] less post-rock
[E] Feels [D] like the build [G]-up takes forever, but [D] you never let [G] me up
Crawl your dress over your face, and that's dead dental of my [B] chest
Test-size both our greasy hair, [D] wonder whose gut is [G] the softest
Stand with my ear to the door, listening to the landing floor
Looking at when we'll be safe, get that mattress to your bathroom
Where I form [Bm] my [G] fingers into fists, until my knuckles blow bright white
Press the heels into white sockets, till I see the blushing lights
Something's when my stories change, when they have started to repeat
Cause last time I [Em] was a Mr.
[Bm] Sleep-A [G]-Pie, so baby
All your politics, it was going to happen, inevitably
[D] [G] I think [C] [G]
[A] [G]
we need more post-toital, [Bm] less post-rock
[D] Feels like the build [Em]-up takes [G] forever, but [D] you never touch [G] my cock
From what [B] exactly do you mean that, [G] by what can you even eat?
[D] And how [G] does that affect how I get [Am] off this [G] evening?
I flew down south to Mexico, had a minor realization
I understood why kids adore the sun, with its rays emanating
And the pink road with the clouds, the sky, and the light concertina
I sat on in my pocket, the weeds folded up from a picture
I've been playing straight chicken with gay girls, it's never enough
She keeps on pulling the piece, sounding the synth like a song
She licked the glaze on her lips, they sound like bow shit
But she never let the wisdom I gave
People give themselves to religion, people give themselves to applause
People give themselves to a lover, I [Db] have to give myself [D] to goals
[G] So baby, all apologies, it was going to happen, inevitably
[Am] And [G] if it helps, I mean even slightly at all
You best dust yourself down and [Em] get straight back on the [D] horse
[G] And just [D] send a smile of [G] relief directly at the camera
I leave you alone in both our senses, I tiptoe out the back yard
I sit down, I see streets in the view, my face in the reflection
I have a high school love, it's a race for our growing
Whilst you are [C] coming like friends and family to [Gb] gather round the television
[Gbm] The talking heads count down [Eb] the most heart [Ebm]-wrenching breakups of all time
[E] [G] Imagine the great sense of waste, the [Ebm] indignity, the embarrassment
When not a single one of that whole century was mine
[B] [D] [G] I [D]
[Em] think we need more post-toital, [Bm] less post-rock
[E] Feels [D] like the build [G]-up takes forever, but [D] you never let [G] me up
Crawl your dress over your face, and that's dead dental of my [B] chest
Test-size both our greasy hair, [D] wonder whose gut is [G] the softest
Stand with my ear to the door, listening to the landing floor
Looking at when we'll be safe, get that mattress to your bathroom
Where I form [Bm] my [G] fingers into fists, until my knuckles blow bright white
Press the heels into white sockets, till I see the blushing lights
Something's when my stories change, when they have started to repeat
Cause last time I [Em] was a Mr.
[Bm] Sleep-A [G]-Pie, so baby
All your politics, it was going to happen, inevitably
[D] [G] I think [C] [G]
[A] [G]
we need more post-toital, [Bm] less post-rock
[D] Feels like the build [Em]-up takes [G] forever, but [D] you never touch [G] my cock
From what [B] exactly do you mean that, [G] by what can you even eat?
[D] And how [G] does that affect how I get [Am] off this [G] evening?
I flew down south to Mexico, had a minor realization
I understood why kids adore the sun, with its rays emanating
And the pink road with the clouds, the sky, and the light concertina
I sat on in my pocket, the weeds folded up from a picture
I've been playing straight chicken with gay girls, it's never enough
She keeps on pulling the piece, sounding the synth like a song
She licked the glaze on her lips, they sound like bow shit
But she never let the wisdom I gave
People give themselves to religion, people give themselves to applause
People give themselves to a lover, I [Db] have to give myself [D] to goals
[G] So baby, all apologies, it was going to happen, inevitably
[Am] And [G] if it helps, I mean even slightly at all
You best dust yourself down and [Em] get straight back on the [D] horse
[G] And just [D] send a smile of [G] relief directly at the camera
I leave you alone in both our senses, I tiptoe out the back yard
I sit down, I see streets in the view, my face in the reflection
I have a high school love, it's a race for our growing
Whilst you are [C] coming like friends and family to [Gb] gather round the television
[Gbm] The talking heads count down [Eb] the most heart [Ebm]-wrenching breakups of all time
[E] [G] Imagine the great sense of waste, the [Ebm] indignity, the embarrassment
When not a single one of that whole century was mine
Key:
G
D
Em
B
Bm
G
D
Em
[Ebm] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [B] _ _ [Em] _ [D] _
[B] _ [D] _ _ [G] I _ _ [D] _
[Em] _ think we need more post-toital, [Bm] less post-rock
[E] Feels [D] like the build [G]-up takes forever, but [D] you never let [G] me up
_ Crawl your dress over your face, and that's dead dental of my [B] chest
Test-size both our greasy hair, [D] wonder whose gut is [G] the softest
Stand with my ear to the door, listening to the landing floor
Looking at when we'll be safe, get that mattress to your bathroom
Where I form [Bm] my [G] fingers into fists, until my knuckles blow bright white
Press the heels into white sockets, till I see the blushing lights
Something's when my stories change, when they have started to repeat
Cause last time I [Em] was a Mr.
[Bm] Sleep-A [G]-Pie, so _ baby
All your politics, it was going to happen, inevitably
[D] _ [G] I think _ _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _
_ [A] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ we need more post-toital, [Bm] less post-rock
[D] Feels like the build [Em]-up takes [G] forever, but [D] you never touch [G] my cock
From what [B] exactly do you mean that, [G] by what can you even eat?
_ [D] And how [G] does that affect how I get [Am] off this [G] evening?
I flew down south to Mexico, had a minor realization
I understood why kids adore the sun, with its rays emanating
And the pink road with the clouds, the sky, and the light concertina
I sat on in my pocket, the weeds folded up from a picture
I've been playing straight chicken with gay girls, it's never enough
She keeps on pulling the piece, sounding the synth like a song
She licked the glaze on her lips, they sound like bow shit
But she never let the wisdom I gave
People give themselves to religion, people give themselves to applause
People give themselves to a lover, I [Db] have to give myself [D] to goals
[G] So baby, all _ apologies, it was going to happen, inevitably
[Am] And [G] if it helps, I mean even slightly at all
You best dust yourself down and [Em] get straight back on the [D] horse
[G] And just [D] send a smile of [G] relief directly at the camera
I leave you alone in both our senses, I tiptoe out the back yard
I sit down, I see streets in the view, my face in the reflection
I have a high school love, it's a race for our growing
Whilst you are _ [C] coming like friends and family to [Gb] gather round the television
[Gbm] The talking heads count down [Eb] the most heart [Ebm]-wrenching breakups of all time
[E] [G] Imagine the great sense of waste, the [Ebm] indignity, the embarrassment
When not a single one of that whole century _ was mine _ _ _
[B] _ [D] _ _ [G] I _ _ [D] _
[Em] _ think we need more post-toital, [Bm] less post-rock
[E] Feels [D] like the build [G]-up takes forever, but [D] you never let [G] me up
_ Crawl your dress over your face, and that's dead dental of my [B] chest
Test-size both our greasy hair, [D] wonder whose gut is [G] the softest
Stand with my ear to the door, listening to the landing floor
Looking at when we'll be safe, get that mattress to your bathroom
Where I form [Bm] my [G] fingers into fists, until my knuckles blow bright white
Press the heels into white sockets, till I see the blushing lights
Something's when my stories change, when they have started to repeat
Cause last time I [Em] was a Mr.
[Bm] Sleep-A [G]-Pie, so _ baby
All your politics, it was going to happen, inevitably
[D] _ [G] I think _ _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _
_ [A] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ we need more post-toital, [Bm] less post-rock
[D] Feels like the build [Em]-up takes [G] forever, but [D] you never touch [G] my cock
From what [B] exactly do you mean that, [G] by what can you even eat?
_ [D] And how [G] does that affect how I get [Am] off this [G] evening?
I flew down south to Mexico, had a minor realization
I understood why kids adore the sun, with its rays emanating
And the pink road with the clouds, the sky, and the light concertina
I sat on in my pocket, the weeds folded up from a picture
I've been playing straight chicken with gay girls, it's never enough
She keeps on pulling the piece, sounding the synth like a song
She licked the glaze on her lips, they sound like bow shit
But she never let the wisdom I gave
People give themselves to religion, people give themselves to applause
People give themselves to a lover, I [Db] have to give myself [D] to goals
[G] So baby, all _ apologies, it was going to happen, inevitably
[Am] And [G] if it helps, I mean even slightly at all
You best dust yourself down and [Em] get straight back on the [D] horse
[G] And just [D] send a smile of [G] relief directly at the camera
I leave you alone in both our senses, I tiptoe out the back yard
I sit down, I see streets in the view, my face in the reflection
I have a high school love, it's a race for our growing
Whilst you are _ [C] coming like friends and family to [Gb] gather round the television
[Gbm] The talking heads count down [Eb] the most heart [Ebm]-wrenching breakups of all time
[E] [G] Imagine the great sense of waste, the [Ebm] indignity, the embarrassment
When not a single one of that whole century _ was mine _ _ _