Chords for The Neighbourhood - West Coast
Tempo:
75.85 bpm
Chords used:
Bbm
Fm
Db
C
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Bbm] [Db] [C] [Fm]
[Bbm] [Fm] Let's see if I remember the lyric.
Hey, I'm from a different type of left land or right west land.
These palm trees and dungarees rest there.
They say it's happy here, [Bbm] but it's [Fm] oppressive.
Too many pretty faces catching my attention, so I look.
Remind myself in the smudge glass, pretty isn't everything, you punk ass.
Always hard to see past the surface when it looks [Bbm] so [Fm] perfect, but our eyes will disguise dirt on purpose.
You listening?
I grew up here under the sun.
Grade school I was the odd one out of the bunch.
Yeah, I didn't ever eat [Bbm] bugs for lunch.
[Fm] I was the one who wasn't coming from where they're coming from.
No, poetically, I never pride my ignorance.
But this California shit is rigorous, so they saying happy here.
I know it's [Bbm] figurative, happy [Fm] doesn't mean it doesn't matter where I'm living anyway.
If the sun was God, I'd be covered in faith.
If the ocean was a devil, I'd be covered in faith.
Well, I'm a [Bbm] southwest [Fm] ghost.
It's a goddamn shame.
I'm a southwest [F] ghost.
I'm waking up underneath sheets, naked, [Bbm] still sweating.
[Fm] I slept in late, so everybody else is ready.
My friend called up, he said, hurry up, buddy.
It's almost sundown already.
So I got up, I went and washed up.
[Bbm] I ate [Fm] some pasta, then I gave my mom a hug.
And then I thought, oh, it's gonna be a pretty nice night.
Pretty isn't everything, right?
I'm losing my mind, golden state [Bbm] mind.
Plain [Fm] white shirt and a skinny black tie.
My top let down when I get [Ab] picked up.
VCH, so California.
And then I thought, oh, maybe [Bbm] I'm [Fm] wrong.
Maybe you're right.
Maybe you're right.
And I, maybe you're right.
And maybe I'll change my mind.
But not that I know will be fine.
If [Bbm] [Fm]
the sun was God, I'd be covered in faith.
If the ocean was the devil, I'd be covered in hate.
I'm a southwest ghost.
Goddamn shame.
I'm [Bbm] a southwest [Fm] ghost.
It's a goddamn shame.
I'm a southwest ghost.
It's a goddamn shame.
I'm [Bbm] a [Fm] southwest ghost.
It's a goddamn shame.
Lord knows it's a goddamn shame.
[Bbm] Lord [Fm] knows it's a goddamn shame.
[Bbm] [Fm] Let's see if I remember the lyric.
Hey, I'm from a different type of left land or right west land.
These palm trees and dungarees rest there.
They say it's happy here, [Bbm] but it's [Fm] oppressive.
Too many pretty faces catching my attention, so I look.
Remind myself in the smudge glass, pretty isn't everything, you punk ass.
Always hard to see past the surface when it looks [Bbm] so [Fm] perfect, but our eyes will disguise dirt on purpose.
You listening?
I grew up here under the sun.
Grade school I was the odd one out of the bunch.
Yeah, I didn't ever eat [Bbm] bugs for lunch.
[Fm] I was the one who wasn't coming from where they're coming from.
No, poetically, I never pride my ignorance.
But this California shit is rigorous, so they saying happy here.
I know it's [Bbm] figurative, happy [Fm] doesn't mean it doesn't matter where I'm living anyway.
If the sun was God, I'd be covered in faith.
If the ocean was a devil, I'd be covered in faith.
Well, I'm a [Bbm] southwest [Fm] ghost.
It's a goddamn shame.
I'm a southwest [F] ghost.
I'm waking up underneath sheets, naked, [Bbm] still sweating.
[Fm] I slept in late, so everybody else is ready.
My friend called up, he said, hurry up, buddy.
It's almost sundown already.
So I got up, I went and washed up.
[Bbm] I ate [Fm] some pasta, then I gave my mom a hug.
And then I thought, oh, it's gonna be a pretty nice night.
Pretty isn't everything, right?
I'm losing my mind, golden state [Bbm] mind.
Plain [Fm] white shirt and a skinny black tie.
My top let down when I get [Ab] picked up.
VCH, so California.
And then I thought, oh, maybe [Bbm] I'm [Fm] wrong.
Maybe you're right.
Maybe you're right.
And I, maybe you're right.
And maybe I'll change my mind.
But not that I know will be fine.
If [Bbm] [Fm]
the sun was God, I'd be covered in faith.
If the ocean was the devil, I'd be covered in hate.
I'm a southwest ghost.
Goddamn shame.
I'm [Bbm] a southwest [Fm] ghost.
It's a goddamn shame.
I'm a southwest ghost.
It's a goddamn shame.
I'm [Bbm] a [Fm] southwest ghost.
It's a goddamn shame.
Lord knows it's a goddamn shame.
[Bbm] Lord [Fm] knows it's a goddamn shame.
Key:
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Fm
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C
F
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Fm
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_ _ [Bbm] _ [Fm] Let's see if I remember the lyric.
Hey, I'm from a different type of left land or right west land.
These palm trees and dungarees rest there.
They say it's happy here, [Bbm] but it's [Fm] oppressive.
Too many pretty faces catching my attention, so I look.
Remind myself in the smudge glass, pretty isn't everything, you punk ass.
Always hard to see past the surface when it looks [Bbm] so [Fm] perfect, but our eyes will disguise dirt on purpose.
You listening?
I grew up here under the sun.
Grade school I was the odd one out of the bunch.
Yeah, I didn't ever eat [Bbm] bugs for lunch.
[Fm] I was the one who wasn't coming from where they're coming from.
No, poetically, I never pride my ignorance.
But this California shit is rigorous, so they saying happy here.
I know it's [Bbm] figurative, happy [Fm] doesn't mean it doesn't matter where I'm living anyway. _
_ _ _ _ _ If the sun was God, I'd be covered in faith.
If the ocean was a devil, I'd be covered in faith.
Well, I'm a [Bbm] southwest [Fm] ghost.
It's a goddamn shame. _
I'm a southwest [F] ghost.
I'm waking up underneath sheets, naked, [Bbm] still sweating.
[Fm] I slept in late, so everybody else is ready.
My friend called up, he said, hurry up, buddy.
It's almost sundown already.
So I got up, I went and washed up.
[Bbm] I ate [Fm] some pasta, then I gave my mom a hug.
And then I thought, oh, it's gonna be a pretty nice night.
Pretty isn't everything, right?
I'm losing my mind, golden state [Bbm] mind.
Plain [Fm] white shirt and a skinny black tie.
My top let down when I get [Ab] picked up.
VCH, so California.
And then I thought, oh, maybe [Bbm] I'm [Fm] wrong.
Maybe you're right.
Maybe you're right.
And I, maybe you're right.
And maybe I'll change my mind.
But not that I know will be fine.
If _ [Bbm] _ [Fm] _ _ _ _
the sun was God, I'd be covered in faith.
If the ocean was the devil, I'd be covered in hate. _ _
I'm a southwest ghost.
Goddamn shame. _
I'm [Bbm] a southwest [Fm] ghost.
It's a goddamn shame. _
I'm a southwest ghost.
It's a goddamn shame. _
I'm [Bbm] a [Fm] southwest ghost.
It's a goddamn shame.
_ _ _ Lord knows it's a goddamn shame.
_ [Bbm] Lord [Fm] knows it's a goddamn shame. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bbm] _ [Fm] Let's see if I remember the lyric.
Hey, I'm from a different type of left land or right west land.
These palm trees and dungarees rest there.
They say it's happy here, [Bbm] but it's [Fm] oppressive.
Too many pretty faces catching my attention, so I look.
Remind myself in the smudge glass, pretty isn't everything, you punk ass.
Always hard to see past the surface when it looks [Bbm] so [Fm] perfect, but our eyes will disguise dirt on purpose.
You listening?
I grew up here under the sun.
Grade school I was the odd one out of the bunch.
Yeah, I didn't ever eat [Bbm] bugs for lunch.
[Fm] I was the one who wasn't coming from where they're coming from.
No, poetically, I never pride my ignorance.
But this California shit is rigorous, so they saying happy here.
I know it's [Bbm] figurative, happy [Fm] doesn't mean it doesn't matter where I'm living anyway. _
_ _ _ _ _ If the sun was God, I'd be covered in faith.
If the ocean was a devil, I'd be covered in faith.
Well, I'm a [Bbm] southwest [Fm] ghost.
It's a goddamn shame. _
I'm a southwest [F] ghost.
I'm waking up underneath sheets, naked, [Bbm] still sweating.
[Fm] I slept in late, so everybody else is ready.
My friend called up, he said, hurry up, buddy.
It's almost sundown already.
So I got up, I went and washed up.
[Bbm] I ate [Fm] some pasta, then I gave my mom a hug.
And then I thought, oh, it's gonna be a pretty nice night.
Pretty isn't everything, right?
I'm losing my mind, golden state [Bbm] mind.
Plain [Fm] white shirt and a skinny black tie.
My top let down when I get [Ab] picked up.
VCH, so California.
And then I thought, oh, maybe [Bbm] I'm [Fm] wrong.
Maybe you're right.
Maybe you're right.
And I, maybe you're right.
And maybe I'll change my mind.
But not that I know will be fine.
If _ [Bbm] _ [Fm] _ _ _ _
the sun was God, I'd be covered in faith.
If the ocean was the devil, I'd be covered in hate. _ _
I'm a southwest ghost.
Goddamn shame. _
I'm [Bbm] a southwest [Fm] ghost.
It's a goddamn shame. _
I'm a southwest ghost.
It's a goddamn shame. _
I'm [Bbm] a [Fm] southwest ghost.
It's a goddamn shame.
_ _ _ Lord knows it's a goddamn shame.
_ [Bbm] Lord [Fm] knows it's a goddamn shame. _