Date: Mon, October 13 1997 From: Peter Ferragine (iginition@yesic.com) Group: NOFX Album: White Trash, Two Heebs and a Bean Released: 1992 epitaph records Track: 7 Title: the bag ^ - bend / \ - slide : - let ring intro |--------------------------| |--------------------------| |-7--4--5--5---7--4--5--5--| |-7--4--5--5---7--4--5--5--| |-5--2--3--3---5--2--3--3--| |--------------------------| verse |---------------------------------------------------------------------------- |---------------------------------------------------------------------------- |-7-7-7-7-7-4-4-4-4-4-5-5-5-5-5------------7-7-7-7-7-4-4-4-4-4-5-5-5-5-5-5-5- |-7-7-7-7-7-4-4-4-4-4-5-5-5-5-5-7-7-7-7-7--7-7-7-7-7-4-4-4-4-4-5-5-5-5-5-5-5- |-5-5-5-5-5-2-2-2-2-2-3-3-3-3-3-7-7-7-7-7--5-5-5-5-5-2-2-2-2-2-3-3-3-3-3-3-3- |-------------------------------5-5-5-5-5------------------------------------ -------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------- --5--4----------------------10-10-10-10-10-10-10-10-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5- --5--4--7-7-7-7-7-5-5-5-5-5-10-10-10-10-10-10-10-10-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5- --3--2--7-7-7-7-7-5-5-5-5-5--8--8--8--8--8--8--8--8-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3- --------5-5-5-5-5-3-3-3-3-3----------------------------------------- -----------------| -----------------| -4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-| -4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-| -2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-| -----------------| chorus |-------------------------------------| |-------------------------------------| |---------------------5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-| |-3-3-3-3-3-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-| |-3-3-3-3-3-5-5-5-5-5-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-| |-1-1-1-1-1-3-3-3-3-3-----------------| riff 1 riff 2 |----------------| |----------------| |--------7-------| |-7-7-7-9^--7/10-| |--7^------7^--5-| |----------------| |----------------| |----------------| |----------------| |----------------| |----------------| |----------------| bridge |------------------------------------------------------------------ |------------------------------------------------------------------ |---------------------5-5-5-5-5------------------------------------ |-3-3-3-3-3-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5--3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-5-5-5-5-5- |-3-3-3-3-3-5-5-5-5-5-3-3-3-3-3--3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-5-5-5-5-5- |-1-1-1-1-1-3-3-3-3-3------------1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-3-3-3-3-3- ------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------------- -5-5-5-5---5-5-5-5---5-5-5-5--5-7-5-4-5-4-------------------------------- -5-5-5-5---5-5-5-5---5-5-5-5--5-7-5-4-5-4---7-7-7-7---5-5-5-5---3-3-3-3-- -3-3-3-3---3-3-3-3---3-3-3-3--3-5-3-2-3-2---7-7-7-7---5-5-5-5---3-3-3-3-- --------------------------------------------5-5-5-5---3-3-3-3---1-1-1-1-- ----------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------- -5-7-5-4-5-4----------------------------------------------------------- -5-7-5-4-5-4---7-7-7-7-5-5-5-5-3-3-3-3-5-5-5-5-7-7-7-7-5-5-5-5-3-3-3-3- -3-5-3-2-3-2---7-7-7-7-5-5-5-5-3-3-3-3-5-5-5-5-7-7-7-7-5-5-5-5-3-3-3-3- ---------------5-5-5-5-3-3-3-3-1-1-1-1-3-3-3-3-5-5-5-5-3-3-3-3-1-1-1-1- -----------------------------------------| -----------------------------------------| -----------------------------------------| -5-5-5-5-7-7-7-7-5-5-5-5-3-3-3-3-5-5-5-5-| -5-5-5-5-7-7-7-7-5-5-5-5-3-3-3-3-5-5-5-5-| -3-3-3-3-5-5-5-5-3-3-3-3-1-1-1-1-3-3-3-3-| outro |--------------------------------------| |--------------------------------------| |---------------------------------5:---| |-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5:---| |-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-3:---| |-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3------| lyrics endless evenings of non-exist, are getting shorter, monotonous like an intruder i belong outside, although i find myself right back the same place i was before, saying things i'd say once more there's no reason for me to be here, no i feel so lonesome, surrounded by friends who are talking about me, saying things i could care less about this dialogue is without, worth, content, significance conversational ambivalence, hear the same things every night it just ain't right, i'm not the one to hold the bag give me something i can sink my teeth into show me a time, tell me a story that i haven't heard a million times before i pass out from boredom as i watch the people pass, i see moments in their lives, nothing fascinating are we all living for the past, never realizing we're clinging to an empty bag, lacking content, significance canversational ambivalence, say the same thing every night it just ain't right, we'll see who's left holding the bag