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What We Worked For by Against Me
What We Worked For
A E D A
A
Lost the confidence to write a song
E
So I found three simple chords
And held them together with my weak voice
D
On an out of tune guitar
A
My father gave to me
E
And may Elvis turn in his grave
D A
And Les Paul curse my dirty calloused fingers
E
And may the likes of this song never make
One fucking dollar
D
Leave it for a demo tape
A
To be played until it's broken
E
And remembered only for what it was
D
Though we gave 'em hell
A
Though we gave 'em hell
E
Though we gave 'em hell
(2x)
A E
To my friends and enemies who could have been anything
D
Titans and heroes who found survival in cause and effect
A
Behind counters
Behind windows
E
Striving just
D
To be people with bitter ideals of justice
E D A
Do we only need to keep working because it pays rent?
E
Sleeping under plastic stars glued to the ceiling
D A
Muscles burning alcohol and nicotine
E
Every morning
D
But we gave 'em hell
A
But we gave 'em hell
E
But we gave 'em hell
(2x)
A
There's a height beyond skyscrapers
E D
There's a distance beyond the freeway
A E
More than pictures in a magazine
D
More than tragedy in a rock and roll song
E
It's more than actions you know are safe to make
D A
It's more than money could ever buy
E
Are we living to work and die in American cities?
D A
And working to live and die in American cities,
E D A E (let ring)
And dying for what we worked.
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version 2
Tuning: Standard
Chords:
A D E
e|-0---2---0-|
B|-2---3---0-|
G|-2---2---1-|
D|-2---0---2-|
A|-0---x---2-|
E|-x---x---0-|
If you are counting using the fast tempo that comes in about halfway through,
each large space between chords is 16 beats, and each small space is 8 beats.
Listen to the song for strumming patterns/chord changes.
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A E D A x2
E D A x2
E
D A E x2
A E D x2
E D A x2
E
D A E x2
A E D x2
E D A x2
E
D A E (let ring)
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Lyrics:
Lost the confidence to write a song,
So I found three simple chords
And held them together with my weak voice
On an out of tune guitar
My father gave to me.
May Elvis turn in his grave
And Les Paul kiss my dirty, calloused fingers
And may the likes of this song never make
One fucking dollar,
leave it for a demo tape
To be played until it's broken,
Then remembered only for what it was.
That we gave them hell
That we gave them hell
That we gave them hell
That we gave them hell
That we gave them hell
That we gave them hell
To my friends and enemies who could of been anything,
Titans and heroes who found sruvival in cause and effect.
Behind counters,
Behind windows,
Striving just
To be people
With bitter ideals of justice.
Do we only need to keep working because it pays rent?
Sleeping under plastic stars glued to ceiling,
Muscles burning alcohol and nicotine
Every morning.
But we gave them hell
But we gave them hell
But we gave them hell
But we gave them hell
But we gave them hell
But we gave them hell
There's a height beyond skyscrapers,
There's a distance beyond the freeway,
More than pictures in a magazine,
More than tragedy in a rock and roll song.
It's more than actions you know are safe to make.
It's more than money could ever buy.
Are we working to live and die in American cities?
Living to work and die in American cities,
And dying for what we worked.
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I LOST THE CONFIDENCE TO WRITE A SONG,
SO I FOUND THREE SIMPLE CHORDS AND I HELD THEM TOGETHER WITH MY WEAK VOICE
ON AN OUT-OF-TUNE GUITAR MY FATHER GAVE TO ME.
AND MAY ELVIS TURN IN HIS GRAVE
AND LES PAUL CURSE MY DIRTY CALLOUSED FINGERS.
AND MAY THE LIKES OF THIS SONG NEVER MAKE ONE FUCKING DOLLAR,
LEAVE IT FOR A DEMO TAPE TO BE PLAYED UNTIL IT'S BROKEN
THEN REMEMBERED ONLY FOR WHAT IT WAS...
THAT WE GAVE 'EM HELL.
TO MY FRIENDS AND ENEMIES WHO COULD HAVE BEEN ANYTHING
TITANS AND HEROES WHO FOUND SURVIVAL IN CAUSE AND EFFECT. BEHIND COUNTERS, BEHIND WINDOWS, STARVING JUST TO BE PEOPLE
WITH BITTER IDEALS OF JUSTICE
DO WE ONLY NEED TO KEEP WORKING BECAUSE IT PAYS RENT?
SLEEPING UNDER PLASTIC STARS GLUED TO A CEILING,
MUSCLES BURNING ALCOHOL AND NICOTINE EVERY MORNING..
BUT WE GAVE THEM HELL.
THERE'S A HEIGHT BEYOND SKYSCRAPERS,
THERE'S A DISTANCE BEYOND THE FREEWAY.
MORE THAN PICTURES IN A MAGAZINE,
MORE THAN TRAGEDY IN A ROCK AND ROLL SONG.
IT'S MORE THAN THE ACTIONS YOU KNOW IT'S SAFE TO MAKE,
IT'S MORE THAN MONEY COULD EVER BUY.
ARE WE LIVING TO WORK AND DIE IN AMERICAN CITIES,
AND WORKING TO LIVE AND DIE IN AMERICAN CITIES,
AND DYING FOR WHAT WE WORKED.
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