Tim Minchin - Rock N Roll Nerd - аккорды

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I didn't really like the other versions so I decided to do my own. The lyrics are those off his Heritage
Orchestra recording. CAPO ON 5TH FRET.

Em
Doesn't have a problem with drugs,
                Am
He just doesn't get them,
     D
He's fine that his mates have tattoos,
                           Em
But he thinks they'll regret them,

Em
He likes going to pubs,
                                Am
But he hates it when the music's too loud,
    D
He tends not to go to rock concerts,
                          Em
'Cause he can't stand the crowd

    Am                      D
But all he's ever wanted to be
     G            Em
Is a rock star on MTV,
       Am                      D
But he knows that it's not fucking likely,
                 B
He's in his mid thirties

He knows that..

               Em
He will always be
              D
A rock'n'roll nerd,
                     G                      G/B
He'll keep writing songs the world will never hear,
            Em            G
And though they won't be heard,
            Am            Bm
He'll just keep writing. Oh yeah,

        A               Dm
But you see the problem is,
          G7                 C
He always dreamt of being a star,
             F7          Bb
But he learnt piano instead of guitar,
                A                        Dm
Which in the nineties didn't get you very far,
                  G7                C
So while the other kids were learning Stairway,
              F7            Bb
He was the piano to their forte,

                 A
But he was convinced one day
                       Bb
He'd rock their fucking asses,
           A                         Bb
And be an icon for the disenfranchised masses,
                  A                   Bb
Grow his hair long and rebel against the state,
          Bb                 C
But just for now that'd have to wait,
                     A              D
'Cause he's running late, for his morning classes.

                Em
And he will always be
                D
A rock'n'roll nerd,
                                G          G/B
He'll keep playing gigs that no-one knows about,
        Em                G
And though it sounds absurd
                Am          Bm
He'll just keep playing, oh yeah,

          A             Dm
But you see the problem is,
          G7                            C
There's not much depth in what he's singing,
                        F7                 Bb
He's a victim of his happy middle class upbringing,
             A
So he can't write about the hood, or bling bling,

Dm                      G7              C
So he sits and imagines his girlfriend is dead,
        F7                               Bb
To try to evoke some angst in his middle class head,
                        A
But the bitch is always fine at half past nine when they
        Dm
Go to bed,

                        G7               C
And he's not spent a single night in prison,
         F7             Bb
He has no issues with nutrition,
                            A               Bb
He has no drinking problem and no drug addiction.
                      A                  Bb
Unless you count the drugs they put in chicken,
          A                               Bb
And marijuana always tends to make him cough,

                               C
He doesn't look good with his t-shirt off,
                    A
And when he tries to act tough, you can tell he's
D
Tricking.

          G
While his mates all stay out late,
        Bb              C
Popping pills and having fun,
                  G
He goes home and showers,

And gets a good eight hours,
            Bb                       A
He gets his thrills from his morning run,
          G
While his mates all go on dates,
              Bb                    C
Taking speed and drinking cans of Jim Beam,
                  G
He stays home and cooks,

And curls up with a book,
                          Bb        A
And the girl he's had since he was seventeen


                         Dm
'Cause he's never really been part of the scene,
                              F7
Give him Guns N Roses, he'll take Queen,
                     G7
He's more into Beatles than the Stones,
                   Bb             C
He's more Stevie Wonder than Ramones,
              Dm
And he never owned a Transit van,
                 F
He never shot a Pantera fan,
                                         G7
He doesn't know the difference between metal and thrash,
                         Bb                   C
He couldn't tell you nothing about Axl and Slash,
             Dm
He likes Ben Folds and The Jackson Five,
                             F7
He knows all the words to Stayin' Alive,
                                  G7
And though he tries to be all grungy and cool

              Bb                 C
He spent eleven years in a private school,

                        Dm
So it doesn't matter how hard he tries,
                   F7
He cannot hide behind his rock n' roll lies,
                       G7
'Cause you've either got it or you don't,
                       Bb          C
Yeah, you'll either rock it or you won't,
                 Dm             F7
You've either got it or you don't,
                   G7           C
Yeah, you'll either rock it or you wont.

                 Dm             F7
You've either got it or you don't,
                   G7           C
Yeah, you'll either rock it or you wont.
                 Dm             F7
You've either got it or you don't,
                   G7           C
Yeah, you'll either rock it or you wont.
                  Dm   F7   G7   C
You've either got-

Em
He knows that his music lacks depth,
                      Am
But it just can't be helped,
       D
He has nothing interesting to say,
                   Em
So he writes about... himself
Em
But he doesn't want to seem self-obsessed,
                      Am
So he writes in third person,
   D
In an attempt to seem more rock n' roll,
                         Em
But he suspects it's not working.

    Am                      D
And deep in his heart he knows he,
     G                Em
Will never be Bono or Bowie.
    Am                   D
And even if he was quite pretty,
                      B
With small pants like Kylie

he knows that...

                Em
He will always, BE
                D
A rock'n'roll nerd.
                                G          G/B
He'll keep writing songs the world will never hear,
        Em                G
And though they won't be, no they won't be heard
                Am          Bm
He'll just keep writing. Oh yeah.

                   Am                Bm
You might not like him, but he don't care,
                   Am                F           D
'Cause he wants to rock, and he will never be deterred,
      F/G
He'll always be a fucked-up little tryhard wannabe
                  Am