Chords for SPIN Session: Mountain Goats, "Dance Music"
Tempo:
85.3 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
Em
C
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
One, two, three.
[G] [Em] [G]
All right, I'm on Johnson Avenue in San Luis Obispo
and I'm five [D] years old, I'm six maybe.
[G] And indications that there's something wrong
with our new house.
Tripped down the wire twice, daily I'm in [C] living room
[D] watching [G] Watergate hearings while my stepfather yelled
at my mother.
Launches a glass across the room, straight at our head
and I dash upstairs [D] to take cover, thinking [C] any close
to my little [G] record player on the floor.
[C] So this [D] is what the volume knobs for, I [G] listen to dance.
[D] [G] Music, dance, music.
[Em] [G]
[D] [G] Okay, so look, I'm 17 years old and you're the last best thing
I got going.
But then the special secret sickness starts to eat through
you, what am I supposed to do?
[D] I have no way of knowing [G] so I follow you down your twisting
alleyways, climbed a few [D] cul-de-sacs [G] all my own.
There's only one place this road ever ends up and I don't
want to [D] die alone.
Let me, let me [G] down, let me down, let me down, gent.
[C] When the police [D] come to get me, I'm [G] listening to dance.
[D] [G] Music, dance, [D] music.
[Em] Yeah.
[G] [Em] [G] [Em] [G]
[D] [G]
[D]
[G] [N]
[G] [Em] [G]
All right, I'm on Johnson Avenue in San Luis Obispo
and I'm five [D] years old, I'm six maybe.
[G] And indications that there's something wrong
with our new house.
Tripped down the wire twice, daily I'm in [C] living room
[D] watching [G] Watergate hearings while my stepfather yelled
at my mother.
Launches a glass across the room, straight at our head
and I dash upstairs [D] to take cover, thinking [C] any close
to my little [G] record player on the floor.
[C] So this [D] is what the volume knobs for, I [G] listen to dance.
[D] [G] Music, dance, music.
[Em] [G]
[D] [G] Okay, so look, I'm 17 years old and you're the last best thing
I got going.
But then the special secret sickness starts to eat through
you, what am I supposed to do?
[D] I have no way of knowing [G] so I follow you down your twisting
alleyways, climbed a few [D] cul-de-sacs [G] all my own.
There's only one place this road ever ends up and I don't
want to [D] die alone.
Let me, let me [G] down, let me down, let me down, gent.
[C] When the police [D] come to get me, I'm [G] listening to dance.
[D] [G] Music, dance, [D] music.
[Em] Yeah.
[G] [Em] [G] [Em] [G]
[D] [G]
[D]
[G] [N]
Key:
G
D
Em
C
E
G
D
Em
One, two, three.
[G] _ _ [Em] _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ All _ _ _ _ right, I'm on Johnson Avenue in San Luis Obispo
and I'm five [D] years old, I'm six maybe.
[G] And indications that there's something wrong
with our new house.
Tripped down the wire twice, daily I'm in [C] living room
[D] watching [G] Watergate hearings while my stepfather yelled
at my mother.
Launches a glass across the room, straight at our head
and I dash upstairs [D] to take cover, thinking [C] any close
to my little [G] record player on the floor.
[C] So this [D] is what the volume knobs for, I [G] listen to dance.
[D] [G] Music, dance, music. _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] [G] Okay, so look, I'm 17 years old and you're the last best thing
I got going.
But then the special secret sickness starts to eat through
you, what am I supposed to do?
[D] I have no way of knowing [G] so I follow you down your twisting
alleyways, climbed a few [D] cul-de-sacs [G] all my own.
There's only one place this road ever ends up and I don't
want to [D] die alone.
Let me, let me [G] down, let me down, let me down, gent.
_ [C] When the police [D] come to get me, I'm [G] listening to dance.
[D] [G] Music, dance, [D] music.
[Em] Yeah.
_ [G] _ _ [Em] _ _ [G] _ _ [Em] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
[G] _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [Em] _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ All _ _ _ _ right, I'm on Johnson Avenue in San Luis Obispo
and I'm five [D] years old, I'm six maybe.
[G] And indications that there's something wrong
with our new house.
Tripped down the wire twice, daily I'm in [C] living room
[D] watching [G] Watergate hearings while my stepfather yelled
at my mother.
Launches a glass across the room, straight at our head
and I dash upstairs [D] to take cover, thinking [C] any close
to my little [G] record player on the floor.
[C] So this [D] is what the volume knobs for, I [G] listen to dance.
[D] [G] Music, dance, music. _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] [G] Okay, so look, I'm 17 years old and you're the last best thing
I got going.
But then the special secret sickness starts to eat through
you, what am I supposed to do?
[D] I have no way of knowing [G] so I follow you down your twisting
alleyways, climbed a few [D] cul-de-sacs [G] all my own.
There's only one place this road ever ends up and I don't
want to [D] die alone.
Let me, let me [G] down, let me down, let me down, gent.
_ [C] When the police [D] come to get me, I'm [G] listening to dance.
[D] [G] Music, dance, [D] music.
[Em] Yeah.
_ [G] _ _ [Em] _ _ [G] _ _ [Em] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
[G] _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _