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Weekend Wars by MGMT
Weekend Wars
Tuning: E A D G B E
Picking pattern for verse and chorus (optional - you can just strum too):
For Dm:
e|------1------------|
B|--3-------3----3---|
G|----2-------2------|
D|-0-----------------|
A|-------------------|
E|-------------------| x2
For C:
e|------0------------|
B|----------3--------|
G|--0--------0---0---|
D|----2--------2-----|
A|-3-----------------|
E|-------------------| x2
(and so on for the rest of the chords)
[Verse]
Dm C G
Evil S I yes to find a shore
C G F
A beast that doesn't quiver anymore
Dm C F
And we could crush some plants to paint my walls
Am F
And I won't try to fight in the weekend wars
Dm C G
Was I? I was too lazy to bathe
C G F
Or paint or write or try to make a change
Dm C F
Now I can shoot a gun to kill my lunch
Am F
And I don't have to love or think too much
[Refrain]
A Dm C F A Bb
Instant battle plans written on the sidewalk
A Dm C F A Bb
Mental mystics in a twisted metal car
A Dm C F Gm A Bb C
Tried to amplify the sound of light and love
[Interlude]
C C/Bb Am7 A7/C#
[Verse]
Dm C G
Christ is cursed of fathers and mothers
C G F
Might even take a knife to split a hair
Dm C F
Or even scare the children off my lawn
Am F
Giving us time to make the makeshift bombs
Dm C G
Every mess invested was a score
C G F
We couldn't use computers anymore
Dm C F
But it's difficult to win unless you're bored
Am F
And you might have to plan for the weekend wars
[Interlude]
Am Dm
C G
F
[Refrain]
A Dm C F A Bb
Try to break my heart I'll drive to Arizona
A Dm C F A Bb
It might take a hundred years to grow an arm
A Dm C F Gm A Bb A
I'll sit and listen to the sound of sand and cold
Dm C F A Bb
Twisted diamond heart, I'm the weekend warrior
A Dm C F A Bb
My predictions are the only things I have
A Dm C F Gm A Bb C
I can amplify the sound of light and love
[Interlude]
C C/Bb Am7 C/Ab
C/G
[Outro]
C/G Bb/F
I'm a curse and I'm a sound
Bb
When I open up my mouth
F
There's a reason I don't win
C/G
I don't know how to begin
Bb/F
I'm a curse and I'm a sound
Bb
When I open up my mouth
F
There's a reason I don't win
C/G
I don't know how to begin
[Outro with fade out]
C/G Bb/F
I'm a curse and I'm a sound
Bb
When I open up my mouth
F
There's a reason I don't win
C/G
I don't know how to begin
C/G Bb/F
I'm a curse and I'm a sound
Bb
When I open up my mouth
F
There's a reason I don't win
C/G
I don't know how to begin
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version 2
Tuning:standard
e|---1-------1-------0-------3-------0-------3-------0-------0-------1---|
B|--3-3-----3-3-----1-1-----3-3-----1-1-----3-3-----3-3-----3-3-----3-3--|
G|-2---2-2-2---2-2-0---0-0-0---0-3-0---0-0-0---0-0-2---2-2-2---2-2-2---2-|
D|0-----0-0-----0---------------------------------1-----1-1-----1-0-----0|
A|----------------3-----3---------3-----3--------------------------------|
E|------------------------3-----3---------3-----3------------------------|
e|---0-------0-------0-------0-------0-------0-------0-------------------|
B|--1-1-----1-1-----1-1-----1-1-----1-1-----1-1-----1--------------------|
G|-0---0-0-2---2-2-2---2-2-2---2-2-2---2-2-2---2-2-2---------------------|
D|--------3-----3-3-----3-2-----2-2-----2-3-----3-3----------------------|
A|3-----3----------------------------------------------------------------|
E|-----------------------------------------------------------------------|
e|---1-------1-------0-------3-------0-------3-------0-------0-------1---|
B|--3-3-----3-3-----1-1-----3-3-----1-1-----3-3-----3-3-----3-3-----3-3--|
G|-2---2-2-2---2-2-0---0-0-0---0-3-0---0-0-0---0-0-2---2-2-2---2-2-2---2-|
D|0-----0-0-----0---------------------------------1-----1-1-----1-0-----0|
A|----------------3-----3---------3-----3--------------------------------|
E|------------------------3-----3---------3-----3------------------------|
e|---0-------0-------0-------0-------0-------0-------0-------------------|
B|--1-1-----1-1-----1-1-----1-1-----1-1-----1-1-----1--------------------|
G|-0---0-0-2---2-2-2---2-2-2---2-2-2---2-2-2---2-2-2---------------------|
D|--------3-----3-3-----3-2-----2-2-----2-3-----3-3----------------------|
A|3-----3----------------------------------------------------------------|
E|-----------------------------------------------------------------------|
Evil S I yes to find a shore,
A beach that doesn't quiver anymore,
Where we can crush some plants to paint my walls,
And I won't try to fight in the weekend wars
Was I? I was to lazy to bathe
Or paint or write or try to make a change
Now I can shoot a gun to kill my lunch
And I don't have to love or think too much
Instant battle plans written on the sidewalk
Mental mystics in a twisted metal car
Tried to amplify the sound of light and love
Christ is cursed of faders and maders
Might even take a knife to split a hair
Or even scare the children off my lawn
Giving us time to make the makeshift bombs
Every mess invested was a score
We couldn't use computers anymore
It's difficult to win unless you're bored,
And you might have to plan for the weekend wars
Try to break my heart I'll drive to Arizona
It might take a hundred years to grow an arm
I'll sit and listen to the sound of sand and cold
Twisted diamond heart, I'm the weekend warrior
My predictions are the only things I have
I can amplify the sound and light and love
I'm a curse and I'm a sound,
When I open up my mouth,
There's a reason I don't win,
I don't know how to begin
| / slide up
| \ slide down
| h hammer-on
| p pull-off
| ~ vibrato
| + harmonic
| x Mute note
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version 3
Tuning: Standard.
e|----------------8--10--8--10--12--8-----8--10------------------------------|
B|-----10--8--10-----------------------10---------8--7--6--------------------|
G|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
D|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
A|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
E|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
Evil S I yes to find a shore,
A beach that doesn't quiver anymore,
Where we can crush some plants to paint my walls,
And I won't try to fight in the weekend wars
Was I? I was to lazy to bathe
Or paint or write or try to make a change
Now I can shoot a gun to kill my lunch
And I don't have to love or think too much
Instant battle plans written on the sidewalk
Mental mystics in a twisted metal car
Tried to amplify the sound of light and love
Christ is cursed of faders and maders
Might even take a knife to split a hair
Or even scare the children off my lawn
Giving us time to make the makeshift bombs
Every mess invested was a score
We couldn't use computers anymore
It's difficult to win unless you're bored,
And you might have to plan for the weekend wars
Try to break my heart I'll drive to Arizona
It might take a hundred years to grow an arm
I'll sit and listen to the sound of sand and cold
Twisted diamond heart, I'm the weekend warrior
My predictions are the only things I have
I can amplify the sound and light and love
I'm a curse and I'm a sound,
When I open up my mouth,
There's a reason I don't win,
I don't know how to begin
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