Tab Realm

TAB by Song : 116356
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Tab List Area
1 Pages 1 Results

Fear And Loathing In Mahwah Nj by Titus Andronicus




                        Fear And Loathing In Mahwah Nj 







Tuning: Double Drop-D (DADGBd)



This song's in F, and Patrick plays it with a capo on 3, but I think the other guys just
play it in F without the capo. I'll write the chords relative, but for reference
if you want to play this open, "D" = F, "Bm" = Dm, "G" = Bb, "A" = C.

CHORDS:
D     : 000230
Bm    : 024430
G     : x55430
A     : x7765x or x0222x

CAPO ON 3
CHORDS RELATIVE

Intro riff:

Patrick mixes this with strumming, and it's inconsistent across recorded and live
versions as to which parts he strums and picks, but basically just strum around
the D chord and focus on picking out this melody:

d|-------------------------------------------------------|
B|-------------------------------------------------------|
G|--2------------------------------2---------------------|
D|------4-2-0---0---2-4---2-4---0------4-2-0--2--4-------|
A|-------------------------------------------------------|
D|-------------------------------------------------------|

d|-------------------------------------------------------|
B|-------------------------------------------------------|
G|--2----------------------------------------------------|
D|------4-2-0---0---2-4---2-4---0------------------------|
A|---------------------------------2---------------------|
D|-------------------------------------------------------|

D (with intro riff)
Why do you do the things you've done

and how dumb would you have to be
                                          Bm
to do them again like I know you're going to?

D (with intro riff)
If you're the poet you say you are

and beauty's in everything you see,
                                                      Bm
then how can love exist in a world run by people like you? 

        G                              D
Because when there's suffering, you're there.
     A                             D  A   D
From southern trees, you hang them in the air.
    G                       D                Bm
The world screams out in agony and you don't care,
               G            D           A                    D
but should the shit hit the fan, I just pray you will not be spared. 

Fuck you!

D

D
You took a heart with so much room for love 

and filled it with hatred and rage 
                                                          Bm
until there was nothing left but for it to shrivel up and die.

D
People will tell you that if you don't

love your neighbor, then you don't love God, 
                                                       Bm
but no god of mine would put light in such unrighteous eyes.

        G                         D
Now the way we hold each other so tight
           A                            D  A   D 
would look more like a noose if held up to the light
           G                    D            Bm
because we betray each other in dreams every night.
          G              D   A                 D 
Now let's never speak of it again, all right? 

D G D A (repeat to the end)

Solo:

d|--4p0-0-7p0-0-4p0-0-7p0-0-5p0-0-9p0-0-5p0-0-9p0-0------|
B|-------------------------------------------------------|
G|-------------------------------------------------------|
D|-------------------------------------------------------|
A|-------------------------------------------------------|
D|-------------------------------------------------------|

d|--4p0-0-7p0-0-4p0-0-7p0-0-2p0-0-5p0-0-2p0-0-5p0-0------|
B|-------------------------------------------------------|
G|-------------------------------------------------------|
D|-------------------------------------------------------|
A|-------------------------------------------------------|
D|-------------------------------------------------------| (repeat to coda)

Keyboard/horn riff at end (can also be played on guitar):

    D             G             D              A
d|-------------------------------------------------------|
B|-------------------------------------------------------|
G|----------------0----0--2--0----------------------2----|
D|--0----0--2--4----------------4-----4--5--4--2---------|
A|-------------------------------------------------------|
D|-------------------------------------------------------|










Why do you do the things you've done?
And how dumb would you have to be,
To do them again like I know you're going to
And if you're the poet you say you are and beauty's in everything you see,
Then how can love exist in a world run by people like you?
'Cause when there's suffering, you're there
From southern trees, you hang them in the air
The world screams out in agony, you don't care
But should the shit hit the fan,
I should pray you will not be spared
Fuck you!
You took a heart with so much room for love,
And filled it with hatred and rage,
'Til there was nothing left but for it to shrivel up and die
People will tell you that if you don't love your neighbor, then you don't love God,
But no god of mine would put light in such unrighteous eyes
Now the way we hold each other so tight,
Would look more like a noose if held up to the light,
Because we betray each other in dreams every night
Now let's never speak of it again, all right?

(Even now I curse the day and yet, I think,
Few come within the compass of my curse,
Wherein I did not some notorious ill,
As kill a man, or else devise his death,
Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it,
Accuse some innocent and forswear myself,
Set deadly enmity between two friends,
Make poor men's cattle break their necks;
Set fire on barns and hay-stacks in the night,
And bid the owners quench them with their tears.
Oft have I digged up dead men from their graves,
And set them upright at their dear friends doors,
Even when their sorrows almost were forgot;
And on their skins, as on the bark of trees,
Have with my knife carved in Roman letters,
"Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead."
Tut, I have done a thousand dreadful things
As willingly as one would kill a fly,
And nothing grieves me heartily indeed,
But that I cannot do ten thousand more.)










---------