{"source":"Free Chord Book","source_url":"https://www.free-chords.com","license_note":"Free for personal use. Lyrics and compositions © their respective songwriters and publishers.","tab_id":1684953,"song":"Content Nausea","artist":"Parquet Courts","content_type":"chord","tab_type":"Chords","url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/11352991-content-nausea-chords-by-parquet-courts/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/1684953?type=chord","rating":4.66087,"votes":4,"content":"I don't feel like tabbing out the slow part with the open E chord, so just listen for the timing, it's not that\r\nhard. Also, if you don't wanna go to the 12th fret, you can do an E chord on the A string, but that's not really\r\naccurate to the song.\r\n\r\n[tab]    E*   A   E     (E*)\r\ne|--12---5---0---|--7---|\r\nB|--12---5---0---|--9---|\r\nG|--13---6---1---|--9---|\r\nD|--14---7---2---|--9---|\r\nA|--14---7---2---|--7---|\r\nE|--12---5---0---|------|[/tab]\r\n\r\n( E* - A - ) x4\r\n\r\nE*                                                A\r\nContent nausea, World War Four, seems like it all came too soon\r\nE*                                      A\r\nAnother carnage apparatus, such a disappointing doom\r\n\r\nE*                                             A\r\nI've used money, I've used drugs, Abuse body, abuse mind\r\nE*                                                 A\r\nPeople use such strange excuses, always have done, no clue why\r\n\r\nE*                                                                A\r\nMost folks think and some folks know, life's lived least when you don't let go\r\nE*                                        A\r\nOf a memory, of a dream, like an hometown better seen\r\n\r\nE*                                                  A\r\nOn a screen or at a distance, life lived best without resistance\r\nE*                                                A\r\nPeople clicked and people read, 'Modern Life' is what it said\r\n\r\nE*                                           A\r\nPretty pictures, pretty lives, I peered into once or twice\r\nE*                                                      A\r\nI'll go back but not today, it's nice to visit but it's hard to stay\r\n\r\nE*                                               A\r\nIn the grips of bad dimension, too much data, too much tension\r\nE*                                                           A\r\nToo much plastic, too much glass, life lived least when when fears are passed\r\n\r\nE*                                                         A\r\nMy friend he won't leave his home, says \"I am a bonfire of human bones.\"\r\nE*                                               A\r\nI am a bonfire of human bones, I am a bonfire of human bones\r\n\r\n          ~ ~ (repeat [ch]A[/ch] - [ch]E[/ch] -) ~ ~ \r\n\r\nAnd am I under some spell?\r\nAnd do my thoughts belong to me?\r\nOr just some slogan I ingested to save time?\r\nThis night is missing people\r\n\r\nThe sea, it had no-one\r\nHardly no-one, it had shapes, it had light\r\nSome were flashing, most moved\r\nMe, I couldn't look away\r\n\r\nBut still no-one came or left they just stayed\r\nBut they weren't there in the first place\r\nOverpopulated by nothing, crowded by a sparseness\r\nGuided by darkness, too much, not enough\r\n\r\nContent, that's what you'd call it\r\nAn infant screaming in every room in your gut\r\nBets strum on an intention but best left unattended\r\nHow gathered the pixels in the dust of the digital age to our being\r\n\r\nWith what do I wash?\r\nPut on some music\r\nMy friend walks the same path every day\r\nSteep the stairwell, cognizance to coma\r\n\r\nIgnoring best he can\r\nAn inconvenient reality\r\nThe consequential chore that unfolds in the naked sprint from screen to screen\r\nScrolling binary ghettos for escape for reminders\r\n\r\nAnd this would be a good idea to free poets\r\nFrom the back padding dungeons of content and comments\r\nTo free artists from empty and vulgar broadcasting ritual\r\nFor this year it became harder to be tender\r\n\r\nHarder and harder to remember\r\nMeeting a friend, writing a letter\r\nBeing lost, antique ritual\r\nAll lost to the ceremony of progress\r\n\r\nLike the sensual organs removed\r\nThey're only weighing you down, you didn't need them\r\nIgnore this part, it's an advertisement\r\nThese people are famous, I'd trust them\r\n\r\nProtesters stayed home this time around\r\nSome enlisted, some never heard the first shots\r\n\r\n               ~ ~ ~ ~ ~\r\nE*                                                           A\r\nWell I've been north and I've been south, I've been west and I've been east\r\nE*                                                       A\r\nBeen around long enough to know, life's lived best when scrolling least\r\n\r\nE*                                           A\r\nJust a broken piece of plastic, just another new device\r\nE*                                              A\r\nJust another nervous habit, one more thing you have to buy\r\n                                                 \r\nE*                                               A\r\nJust one more thing to replace, one more way to block your face\r\nE*                                                        A\r\nToo much data, too much tension, life's lived least when less is mentioned\r\n\r\nE*                                                  A\r\nWasting dollars, wasting hours, wasting talent with wasted power\r\nE*                                                 A\r\nNo one says it but it's known, the more connected, the more alone\r\n\r\nE*                                                      A\r\nMy friend stays at the home in the dark, never walks up to the park\r\nE*                                              A\r\nAlways nauseous, always tired, I am a landmine, wrong supplier\r\nE*\r\nI am a landmine","plain_text":"I don't feel like tabbing out the slow part with the open E chord, so just listen for the timing, it's not that\nhard. Also, if you don't wanna go to the 12th fret, you can do an E chord on the A string, but that's not really\naccurate to the song.\n\n\n\n( E* - A - ) x4\n\nE*                                                A\nContent nausea, World War Four, seems like it all came too soon\nE*                                      A\nAnother carnage apparatus, such a disappointing doom\n\nE*                                             A\nI've used money, I've used drugs, Abuse body, abuse mind\nE*                                                 A\nPeople use such strange excuses, always have done, no clue why\n\nE*                                                                A\nMost folks think and some folks know, life's lived least when you don't let go\nE*                                        A\nOf a memory, of a dream, like an hometown better seen\n\nE*                                                  A\nOn a screen or at a distance, life lived best without resistance\nE*                                                A\nPeople clicked and people read, 'Modern Life' is what it said\n\nE*                                           A\nPretty pictures, pretty lives, I peered into once or twice\nE*                                                      A\nI'll go back but not today, it's nice to visit but it's hard to stay\n\nE*                                               A\nIn the grips of bad dimension, too much data, too much tension\nE*                                                           A\nToo much plastic, too much glass, life lived least when when fears are passed\n\nE*                                                         A\nMy friend he won't leave his home, says \"I am a bonfire of human bones.\"\nE*                                               A\nI am a bonfire of human bones, I am a bonfire of human bones\n\n          ~ ~ (repeat A - E -) ~ ~ \n\nAnd am I under some spell?\nAnd do my thoughts belong to me?\nOr just some slogan I ingested to save time?\nThis night is missing people\n\nThe sea, it had no-one\nHardly no-one, it had shapes, it had light\nSome were flashing, most moved\nMe, I couldn't look away\n\nBut still no-one came or left they just stayed\nBut they weren't there in the first place\nOverpopulated by nothing, crowded by a sparseness\nGuided by darkness, too much, not enough\n\nContent, that's what you'd call it\nAn infant screaming in every room in your gut\nBets strum on an intention but best left unattended\nHow gathered the pixels in the dust of the digital age to our being\n\nWith what do I wash?\nPut on some music\nMy friend walks the same path every day\nSteep the stairwell, cognizance to coma\n\nIgnoring best he can\nAn inconvenient reality\nThe consequential chore that unfolds in the naked sprint from screen to screen\nScrolling binary ghettos for escape for reminders\n\nAnd this would be a good idea to free poets\nFrom the back padding dungeons of content and comments\nTo free artists from empty and vulgar broadcasting ritual\nFor this year it became harder to be tender\n\nHarder and harder to remember\nMeeting a friend, writing a letter\nBeing lost, antique ritual\nAll lost to the ceremony of progress\n\nLike the sensual organs removed\nThey're only weighing you down, you didn't need them\nIgnore this part, it's an advertisement\nThese people are famous, I'd trust them\n\nProtesters stayed home this time around\nSome enlisted, some never heard the first shots\n\n               ~ ~ ~ ~ ~\nE*                                                           A\nWell I've been north and I've been south, I've been west and I've been east\nE*                                                       A\nBeen around long enough to know, life's lived best when scrolling least\n\nE*                                           A\nJust a broken piece of plastic, just another new device\nE*                                              A\nJust another nervous habit, one more thing you have to buy\n                                                 \nE*                                               A\nJust one more thing to replace, one more way to block your face\nE*                                                        A\nToo much data, too much tension, life's lived least when less is mentioned\n\nE*                                                  A\nWasting dollars, wasting hours, wasting talent with wasted power\nE*                                                 A\nNo one says it but it's known, the more connected, the more alone\n\nE*                                                      A\nMy friend stays at the home in the dark, never walks up to the park\nE*                                              A\nAlways nauseous, always tired, I am a landmine, wrong supplier\nE*\nI am a landmine","chords":["E","A","B","G","D"],"chord_diagrams":{"A":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,1,2,3,0],"frets":[-1,0,2,2,2,0]},"E":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,2,3,1,0,0],"frets":[0,2,2,1,0,0]}}}