Insomniac album — Green Day: текст песни

Date: Sat, 28 Oct 1995 13:48:44 -0700 (PDT) From: Graham Haworth <[email protected]> Subject: g/green_day/insomniac_album.crd

Artist: Green Day Album:Insomniac

Ok, I was looking through the other insomniac album chord file, and found A lot of the songs weren't very accurate. So here's my version of the Album, and I'm almost 100% sure that the chords are right, because I Spent more than half an hour tabbing it out. I'm not gonna go into much Detail. If you've seen the dookie_album file, its gonna be like that. All The chords are here, you just have to listen to the album to get the Timing. It shouldnt be too hard. Anyway, here it is.

All songs tuned down 1/2 step. Most chords are power chords. I like to Play D's in the open position to give it a more full sound, but it doen't Really matter...

Armatage Shanks

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."

Well, there you have it. If you have any comments, flames, suggestions, Or anything else, send me email at [email protected].

From: [email protected] Date: Thu, 12 Oct 1995 22:00:54 -0400

"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

Interlude

...........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"

Verse

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.

Chorus

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.

Verse

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.

Chorus

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" E , C# / B , A E , C# / B , A

Verse

I'm not part of your elite, I'm just alright A / B Class structure, Having colors A / B Bleeding from my throat I'm not subservent to you, I'm just alright A / B Downclassed, by the powers that be A / B Give me loss of hope.

Chorus

Cast out, buried in a hole. Struck down, forcing me to fall. Destroyed, giving up the fight. And l know i'm not alright.

Verse#2: What's my price and will you pay, it if it's alright? A / B Take it from my dignity and A / B Waste it till it's dead. Throw me back into the gutter, 'cause it's alright A / B Find another pleasure fuck A / B And drag 'em down to hell.

Chorus

Cast out, buried in a hole. Struck down, forcing me to fall. Destroyed, giving up the fight. And l know i'm not alright.

Solo

Chorus

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, A# is X133XX, not 688XXX

Intro/Riff: G, E(barre) / B (as X244XX, not 799XXX)

Verse

G(PM) / F (PM) G(PM) / F (PM) I'm on a mission, I made my decision G(PM) / F (PM) G(PM) / F (PM) To lead a path of self destruction, G(PM) / F (PM) G(PM) / F (PM) A slow progression, killing my complexion G(PM) / F (PM) G(PM) / F (PM) And it's rotting out my teeth.

Chorus

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.

Verse#2: G(PM) / F (PM) G(PM) / F (PM) G(PM) / F (PM) G(PM) / F (PM) Every hour ,my blood is running sour G(PM) / F (PM) G(PM) / F (PM) And my pulse is beating out of time G(PM) / F (PM) G(PM) / F (PM) L found a treasure, filled with sick pleasure G(PM) / F (PM) G(PM) / F (PM) And it sits on a thin white line.

Chorus

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. G, E(barre) / B G, E(barre) / B G, E(barre) / B G, E(barre) / B G, E(barre) / B G, E(barre) / B G, E(barre) / B G, E(barre) / B

Verse#3:

G(PM) / F (PM) G(PM) / F (PM) I'm on a mission, I've got no decision G(PM) / F (PM) G(PM) / F (PM) To lead a path of self destruction, G(PM) / F (PM) G(PM) / F (PM) Wish in one hand, shit in the other G(PM) / F (PM) G(PM) / F (PM) And see which one gets filled first.

Chorus

G, E(barre) / B Geek, G, E(barre) / B Stink, G, E(barre) / B Breath...........

"No Pride"

Verse

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.

Chorus

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.

Verse

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?"

Verse

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.

Chorus

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.

Verse

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<... E B A D B A

Verse

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.

Pre-Chorus

So stand aside and let the next one pass. Don't let the door kick you in the ass.

Chorus

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.

Verse

Exit out the back And never show your head around here again. Purchase your ticket and quickly take The last train out of town.

Pre-Chorus

So stand aside and let the next one pass. Don't let the door kick you in the ass.

Chorus

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

D D# xxxxxxxxxxx D D# XXXXXXXXXXX(MUTED STRINGS)

Verse

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.

Chorus

The world is a sick machine Breeding a mass of shit. With such a desolate conclusion. Fill the void with...l don't care.

Verse

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."

Verse

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.

Chorus

Destiny is dead. In the hands of bad luck. Before it might've made some sense C N.C. D But now it's all fucked up.

Verse

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.

Chorus

Destiny is dead. In the hands of bad luck. Before it might've made some sense C N.C. D But now it's all fucked up.

"Brain Stew"

Verse

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.

Verse

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.

Chorus

B(PM) xxx A(PM)XXX C(PM) XXX C#(PM) XXX A(PM) NO WORDS

Verse

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"

Verse

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.

Chorus

Always move forward, Going straight will get you nowhere. There is no progress, A G A DCDA Evolution killed it all.

Verse

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"

Verse

Boxed up, all of her favorite things. Sold the rest at a rainy yard sale. Big plans and leaving friends And a westbound sign.

Chorus

Weighed out, her choices on a scale. Prevailing, nothing made sense Just transportation and a blank decision... She's taking off.

Verse

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.

Chorus

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"

Verse

Cheapskate on the hill. A thrill seeker making deals. Sugar city urchin wasting time. Town of lunatics.

Pre-Chorus

Begging for another fix. Turning tricks for speedballs. One more night. Making your rounds again. Turning up empty handed.

Chorus

Bumming a ride, Burning daylight. Last up @ dawn, tight wad hill.

Verse

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"

B B(PM)...

Verse

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.

Chorus

NO WORDS

Verse

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.

Chorus

I have no belief. E D B E DA E But I believe, I'm a walking contradiction. And, l ain't got no right.

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Date: Sat, 28 Oct 1995 13:48:44 -0700 (PDT) From: Graham Haworth <[email protected]> Subject: g/green_day/insomniac_album.crd

Artist: Green Day Album:Insomniac

All songs tuned down 1/2 step. Most chords are power chords. I like to Play D's in the open position to give it a more full sound, but it doen't Really matter...

Armatage Shanks

Brat