4 Record

#4 Record (Album) – You Am I

Tabbed by: Tyler J (actually tabbed by tabbers mentioned)

Email: full_metal_orange AT hotmail DOT com

YOU AM I'S #4 RECORD

by Tim Rogers/You Am I

1. Junk

2. The Cream And The Crock

3. What I Don't Know 'bout You

4. Fifteen

5. Top Of the Morn' & Slip Of the Day

6. Billy

7. Come Home Wit' Me

8. Heavy Heart

9. Rumble

10. Guys, Girls, Guitars

11. Plans

12. ...And Vandalism

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JUNK

Transcribed by David Lane

Dropped D + G tuning (D, G, D, G, B, E)

Chords used

1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4

x3, then

1 2 3 4

VERSE 1

I ain't blue yet hell I ain't even sick

but this big ol' bark sure sounds worse than its stink

Think like a dipstick and white as a sheet

But for a pile o' trash I sure smell sweet

CHORUS

Can in a bag, fer just $2.35

Nobody looks you straight in the eye

Drop like butter to the floor just let me lie

G5 A5 C5(stop)

Drop like butter jus' let me fry

VERSE 2

Been digging holes like I'm in need of work

I can't sit for a minute jus' to dry my shirt

This city's been sucking on me like a cheap cigarette

Its drunk mah drinks and cashed my bets

CHORUS

Can in a bag, fer just $2.35

Nobody looks you straight in the eye

Drop like butter to the floor just let me lie

G5 A5 C5(stop)

Drop like butter jus' let me fry

(Repeat riff until coda)

OUTRO UNISON BENDS

CODA

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Transcribed by David Lane

Dropped G tuning: (E, G, D, G, B, E)

Chords used:

(PRECHORUS)

C C(b5th) C(II) Cm

(CHORUS)

(Rusty lets it rock)

1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4

C / C(b5th) / C(II) / Cm

PRECHORUS GUITAR LINE

(x4)

VERSE 1

Took a drag from something I don't even smoke.

And a line from something that some other guy wrote.

Now it's red wine for headline, somebody's pulling favours by phone.

Is it really so bad or you just want some place to go?

VERSE 2

Give me noise and the sound of hearts breaking in songs.

Give them profiles and a voice which shows which country you're from.

Meanwhile, I was there thinking

Is it really that bad or did you just want me to go?

CHORUS

Hey, before you leave us by the side of the road

I want to tell you 'bout the little I know

It's the cream, it's a crock

VERSE 3

Pick it up and spill your guts to someone who knows

I'll suck you up like a kleenex and leave the mess in the back of my throat

Meanwhile, I was there thinking

Is it really that bad or did you just want me to go?

CHORUS

Hey, before you leave us by the side of the road,

I want to tell you 'bout the little I know

It's the cream, it's a crock

Oh Rusty, let it rock!

BRIDGE

Then;

(x1)

(x4)

PRECHORUS

CHORUS

Hey, before you leave us by the side of the road

I want to tell you bout the little I know

It's the cream, it's a crock, yeah

Hey, we're sitting in the middle of the road

I want to tell you 'bout the little I know

It's the cream, it's a crock

Oh let it rock!

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WHAT I DON'T KNOW 'BOUT YOU

Transcribed by David Lane

and a little help from Danny Yau (danny@zip.com.au)

S=Slide

P=Pull off

H=Hammer-on

BU=Bend up

BD=Bend down

VERSE

PRE CHORUS

CHORUS 1

CHORUS 2

SOLO (RELATIVE TO CAPO)

P P

S S S

S H P S H P

S H BU BD

CODA

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FIFTEEN

Transcribed by David Lane

(x3)

VERSE 1

Hate your friends cos they're the only ones that make you want to die.

And they make their scene the prison queen, they'll never get it right

The mirror on the living room wall aint been too kind since you hit grade four.

CHORUS

But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight.

Just put your things away, you know its just not your time.

VERSE 2

He's the boy you got and here's the ticket stub that never won a prize.

And and there's no hard sell cos he's got a face come straight from a fight.

But he answers we he calls and he's under six feet tall.

But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight.

Just put your things away, you know its just not your time.

BRIDGE

He's big and dumb like a dagwood dog.

His jeans never fit quite right.

But there's a razor blade cut.

I feel it in your gut takes aint no ready stars and

Hate your friends cos they're the only ones that make you want to die.

And they make their scene the prison queen, they'll never get it right

The ones who shine so bright are made of broke come Friday night.

CHORUS

But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight.

Just put your things away, you know its just not your

BRIDGE

He's big and dumb like a dagwood dog.

His jeans never fit quite right.

But there's a razor blade cut.

I feel it in your gut takes aint no ready stars and

But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight.

Just put your things away, you know its just not your time.

That's the way we're gonna get it right.

CODA

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TOP OF THE MORN, SLIP OF THE DAY

Transcribed by David Lane

tuned EADGAD

Chords used:

Gsus2 320000

Asus2 x02000

F#m 2443xx

E 0221xx

Em7 022000

C x355xx

B x244xx

D x577xx or xx0200

INTRO

d|-----0-----|

a|---0---6-0-|

d|-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-|

a|-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-|

(x2)

(INTRO)

VERSE 1

I shuffle 'round the Earth like a ping pong.

To find something just to hang my hat on

And somewhere just to let my pants get dry.

Heard a trucker on a pay phone gas mall

sort his deal out with a twenty five cent call

Shooting through before his see-through coffee went cold

CHORUS

And it sure did seem a good deal to me

But my head's too soaked in Brilliantine

Em A D (INTRO)

So just take me out, alright!

VERSE

I've brushed over stations and channels

and combed the town in corduroy and flannel

Only know who you are when you move and who you're with when you're alone.

That's all I know

CHORUS

And it sure did seem a good deal to me,

But my head's too soaked in Brilliantine

So just take me out, alright!

And top of the morn and slip of the day

Just don't sleep good since I been away.

So here's to you, alright!

I think I've figured out a way to get by

I'll leave your brain out sitting on a shelf.

I think I figured out a cracking good way to get by

So kick me out, I'm going west, bye bye

SOLO

d|-----------------|

a|-----------------|

(x3)

d|--------12-------14-12-------12-------12-------14-12-------16-|

a|-----------------------12-14-------------------------12-14----|

repeat the chorus and solo

CODA

Walk stupid like an expectant dad

waiting for your hand like I'm waiting for skylab

So kick me out, I'm going west, alright

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BILLY from YOU AM I'S NUMBER 4 RECORD

Transcribed by David Lane

Capo 2nd fret

All tabs are relative to the capo

INTRO

(DRUM BEAT)

(x4)

VERSE

Strumming pattern

1 2 3 4

He's the man without a plan

To shake it up and set you down again

A Bo Diddely walk no more messing round the block

17 watts is all of what he's got

CHORUS

Take me out and mess me 'round

Don't want style without a sound.

It ain't clean but dig the scene

And I heard the message now the message is mine.

VERSE

I heard the man he brought the news

He came in loud and out of tune

Now asleep like a bus conductor dribble like a dog.

Double timing scratch to the sound I'm thinking of

CHORUS

Take me out and mess me 'round

Don't want style without a sound.

It ain't clean but dig the scene

And I heard the message now the message is mine.

I heard the message, come on Timmy!

SOLO

(x4)

BU BU

BU

CHORUS

All night just be there

Don't make sense you think I care?

I heard the message, the message is mine

I heard the message, the message is mine

I heard the message, the message is mine!

CODA

(x4) then:

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COME HOME WIT' ME

Transcribed by David Lane

Chords used:

VERSE 1

(Strum higher strings choppily)

Do you really wanna come out tonight with me?

Did you just wanna go where everybody else goes?

Now I don't need to read your mind

To see or hear that you ain't mine

Is it just one of us

Who's gonna take that last late night bus?

CHORUS

Come home

Come home with me

Come home with me

VERSE 2

Your words will always stump me when

I just need something right

I wanna kiss you as the sun comes up

And turns out Friday night

I got a good mind to

Get right down to

Forget the way I sweat when

You're walking through my mind

CHORUS

Come home

Come home with me

Come home with me

BRIDGE

I know that I should be ashamed

To see you off on your way again

And I've heard every excuse before

But you're just too much for me to lose

Help me girl

Stop looking so good

KEYBOARD SOLO (over verse chords)

CHORUS

Come home

Come home with me

Come home with me

Come home

Come home with me

Come home with me

Come on girl!

Come home

Come home with me

Come home with me

Yeah come on girl!

BU

(A string)---7--(9)--7---------- End on Amaj7

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Transcribed by David Lane

VERSE 1

Been watching so much TV

I'm thinner than I should be

I'm like a waterlogged ball

That no-one wants to kick around anymore

An all day morning hair-do

That no comb can get through

It's all granola and beer

A calling card and a silk cut souvenir

CHORUS

I miss you like sleep

And there's nothing romantic about the hours I keep

The morning when it starts

I don't look so sharp

Now I got a heavy heart

VERSE 2

I talk a lot about football

And girls I kissed in Grade 4

I piss off my friends

And digging a hole just staring at the floor

Every T'shirt's got a wine stain

I'm loving cigarettes again

I know every tune about guys and girls

And hurts and hearts and moans

CHORUS

I miss you like sleep

And there's nothing romantic about the hours I keep

The morning when it starts

I don't look so good

Now I got a heavy heart

BRIDGE

It's just a low rent paying

Palpitating

Pulp inside my shirt

But there's a weight that's sitting

So hard God it hurts

VERSE 3

They're watching so much TV

I'm thinner than I should be

I'm like a waterlogged ball

That no-one wants to kick around anymore

CHORUS

I miss you like sleep

And there's nothing romantic about the hours I keep

The morning when it starts

Oh my heavy heart

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RUMBLE

Transcribed by David Lane

T=Tremelo bar

INTRO

1 + 2 + 3 + 4 + 1 + 2 + 3 + 4

(x3), then;

1 + 2 + 3 + 4 + 1 + 2 + 3 + 4 +

(x2)

VERSE

Riff 1

1 + 2 + 3 + 4 + 1 + 2 + 3 + 4 +

Got a new hair- cut.....

Riff 2

1 2 3 4

Riff 1 (x 5)

Riff 3 (strum chords shown)

1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4

1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4

CHORUS

Part 1

1 + 2 + 3 + 4 + 1 + 2 + 3 + 4

R---A---D-I-O....

(x3)

Part 2

1 + 2 + 3 + 4

R---A---D-I-O

(x1)

Part 3

1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4 (drum fill)

T T

VERSE

Riff 1 (x 5)

Riff 3 (x 1)

CHORUS

Part 1 (x7)

Part 2 (x1)

Part 3 (x1)

CODA

(x3)

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GUYS, GIRLS GUITARS

Transcribed by David Lane

BU = Bend up

H = Hammer-on

BS = Bend slightly

Dropped G tuning (E, G, D, G, B, E)

Gsus2 Emsus2 Cmaj7 A7sus4 Ebsus2 Cm C(b5th)

VERSE 1

There's a guy singing in the edge of the room

Making sounds through a face like a prune.

He's got them fancy checkered pants and a chip in his tooth.

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah.

Suffocating from patchouli and smoke.

Here's the fifty-first song that he wrote

About the girl who split fifty weeks ago

Oh no, yeah, yeah, yeah.

And there's a weight heavy down there on his shoulder.

CHORUS

The patented moves growing colder,

Ebsus2 Csus2 C(b5th)

The seventh chord just keeps getting older.

VERSE 3

Oh my soul, just hit me if I get on a roll,

But this all sounded so good in the bedroom cold

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah.

But its only a 2 AM tune

With a bridge that was lifted from "My Aim Is True"

>From the setlist drink to the practice room

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah.

But there's a weight heavy down there on his shoulder.

CHORUS

The patented moves growing colder,

Ebsus2 Csus2 C(b5th)

The seventh chord just keeps getting older.

LINK

And he knows just as sure as this microphone stinks

There's a change coming through and he ain't going home alone tonight.

Alright!

SOLO (over verse chords)

BU BU H

BU BS BS BS

And there's a weight heavy down there on his shoulder.

CHORUS

The seventh chord just keeps getting older.

Ebsus2 Csus2 C(b5th)

Is it me or is the room getting colder

CODA

Oh, we're going down, but don't it sound sweet

Feel the dust building up at our feet

The seventh chord just keeps getting older.

Oh, we're going down, but don't it sound sweet

Feel the dust building up at our feet

The seventh chord just keeps getting older.

(x5, then;)

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PLANS from YOU AM I's NUMBER 4 RECORD

Transcribed by David Lane

INTRO

(x2)

VERSE 1

Brush your hair to some Eurodisco trash

Two prophelactics and forty-five dollars cash.

Corduroy jacket and some fifty buck shoes.

That can lead like a lamp when they're a scrubbing up new.

Sunday best on a Friday night alright

I'll meet you at the corner beneath the Goodyear foot sign

Where all dates are made by mobile

I'll send you a smoke signal just be there by nine.

CHORUS

This smoke, I left it for you

To show Mum and Dad your new tattoo alright.

So they're my plans, how'd they fit with you?

VERSE 2

There's a streetlight for each night your heart hit the deck

This drink says I love you, this drink says I couldn't care less

Kiss me so I know I'm alive

The drinks taste crap but they keep coming til five.

Numbers on the wall, I got my ears like a shell

The phone stinks of chips, cheap wine, mouthwash and gel

C'mon we'll drink the last of the rent

And I'll leave my number right down on the strap of your dress

CHORUS

And it's late, and she's Sue

Cos I read it on the back of her boyfriends neck alright.

So they're my plans, how'd they fit with you?

REPEAT INTRO

SOLO

BU BD BU BU BU

BU BD BU BU BU

CHORUS

It's late and she's Sue

Show mum and dad your new tattoo alright!

They're my plans but how'd they fit with you?

Yeah, I had a plan, but how'd it fit with you?

That's all I got, but how'd it fit with you?

Yeah yeah yeah

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Transcribed by David Lane

Chords used:

D E7 Gsus2 Bb(add G) A7sus4 Em7 Am/C G Bm Gm

INTRO

VERSE 1

I know this guy, if I'm the mayonnaise he's the cream.

Some sit and wait for the ride while others become the scene.

And he can see a Wednesday morning like others see Friday night.

It's all an open book, it's just how you vandalise.

VERSE 2

A double on the shirttail while the rest of us split on the seams.

He talks about Art Blakey and I pretend to know what he means..

So now it's three gigs a night while your girl digs up the UAE.

And burn up like a matchstick, the whole damn city can see.

CHORUS

Do do do do do do Do do do do do do Do do do do do do

VERSE 3

The sun caught me hiding just enough for someone to see

My heart in my hands, the tracks of my glands cracking through the grit in my teeth

So when did you decide that there's only so much you can lose?

The best choices come just when there's nothing left to choose

CHORUS

Do do do do do do Do do do do do do Do do do do do do

Do do do do do do Do do do do do do Do do do do do do

BRIDGE

So you blow up letterboxes and chlorine bombs

'cause it's a weekend blitz on the dicks who just can't whistle the tune

Yeah and hit while I sit here on my hands measuring compliments with a spoon

And I'm never too far away.

I know this guy, if I'm the mayonnaise he's the cream.

Some sit and wait for the ride while others become the scene.

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