Tape Deck taby ukulele według Jack Johnson (Chwyty barytonu)

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From my tape deck there's a recklessness
                   F
Inflections of the world we want
Bb                 Eb
All my friends, my rusty truck
                             F
We're just specks of love, directionless
Bb                  Eb
Call this band just what we want
                            F
We can change the name from month to month
Bb               Eb
Four guitars and zero drums
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We sounded folk but we wanted to be punk
     Eb    E    F
In a world post punk
Bb               Eb
My friend had an old guitar
                            F
He took some lessons didn't get very far
   Bb              Eb
An Ibanez with one knob stuck
                                   F
Said, "You can have that thing for fifty bucks"
Bb                      Eb
Laura got a bass but it got no amp
                          F
Borrowed skills but never gave it back
Bb                    Eb
Luke is just learning how to strum
                                       F    E   Eb
But since he was the worst We made him play the drums
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Play the drums
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You may find In the palm
        F              Eb
Of your hand There's a flame
      Bb          Eb
As it burns As it climes
      F          Eb
As it turns To a blaze
          Bb             Eb
Well this flame It won't last
        F             Eb
Here it comes Hold it close
           Bb           Eb
Cause this blaze Can be fast
       F                 Eb
Set it free now there it goes

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Luke's mom said that after school
                         F
We could rehearse in the living room
Bb                   Eb
But that sure didn't last too long
                                F
Guess she didn't know we'd play Fugazi songs
Bb                           Eb
We played these songs in the talent show
                              F
And all of the girls would be in the front row
Bb                     Eb
But in the end we just chickened out
                             F E  Eb
Because we can't sing We can only shout
Eb E F
Only shhh

        Bb          Eb     
You may find In the palm
        F              Eb
Of your hand There's a flame
      Bb          Eb
As it burns As it climes
      F          Eb
As it turns To a blaze
          Bb             Eb
Well this flame It won't last
        F             Eb
Here it comes Hold it close
           Bb           Eb
Cause this blaze Can be fast
       F                 Eb
Set it free now there it goes