MGMT - Time To Pretend
Here is how I play this on my acoustic.
I like it this way as you can hit the the root notes easily.
*** Capo 2nd Fret ****
(everything relative to Capo)
INTRO
E|--3-3-3-3-1-0-1-3-3-3-3-1-0-1-|
B|-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1--|
G|------------------------------|
D|------------------------------|
A|------------------------------|
E|------------------------------|
WEE TUNE
E|--------------------|
B|-3-1-0-----5-5------|
G|------2-0-----------| x 5
D|--------------------|
A|--------------------|
E|--------------------|
VERSE 1 (fig 1)
(x33210)
I'm feelin rough I'm feelin raw I'm in the prime of my
E|-0--(0)-(0)-(0)-(0)-(0)-(0)----|-0--(0)-(0)-(0)-(0)-(0)-(0)---|
B|-1--(1)-(1)-(1)-(1)-(1)-(1)----|-1--(1)-(1)-(1)-(1)-(1)-(1)---|
G|-0---0---0---0---0---0---0---0-|-2---2---2---2---2---2---2--0-|
D|-2---2---2---2---2---2---2-----|-3---3---3---3---3---3---3----|
A|-3---3---3---3---3---3---3-----|-3---3---3---3---3---3---3----|
E|-------------------------------|------------------------------|
life
E|-0--(0)-(0)-(0)-(0)-(0)-(0)----|-0--(0)-(0)-(0)-(0)-(0)-(0)---|
B|-1--(1)-(1)-(1)-(1)-(1)-(1)----|-1--(1)-(1)-(1)-(1)-(1)-(1)---|
G|-0---0---0---0---0---0---0---0-|-0---0---0---0---0---0---0--0-|
D|-2---2---2---2---2---2---2-----|-2---2---2---2---2---2---2----|
A|-3---3---3---3---3---3---3-----|-3---3---3---3---3---3---3----|
E|-------------------------------|------------------------------|
Let's make some music make some money find some models for wives.
I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin and fuck with the stars.
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars.
PRE-CHORUS
This is our decision to live fast and die young.
We've got the vision, now let's have some fun
Yeah it's overwhelming, but what else can we do?
Get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute?
CHORUS 1
Forget about our mothers and our friends.
We were fated to pretend.
to pretend.
We were fated to pretend.
to pretend.
VERSE 2
I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms.
I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world.
I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home.
Yeah I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone.
PRE-CHORUS (Fig 2.)
But there is really nothing, nothing we can do.
Love must be forgotten. Life can always start up anew.
The models will have children, we'll get a divorce,
we'll find some more models, Everything must run its course.
CHORUS
We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end.
We were fated to pretend.
to pretend.
We were fated to pretend.
to pretend.
and so it goes...
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(Fig 2.) I usually fiddle with the chords a bit this time round with this sort of thing.
E|-0.....-0.....-0.....-0-| 0..--0--0..-------|
B|-1.....-0.....-1.....-3-| 1..--1--1..0-1----|
G|-2.....-2.....-2.....-2-| 0..0-0--0..---2-0-|
D|-3.....-3.....-3.....-3-| 2..--3--2..-------|
A|-3.....-3.....-3.....---| 3..--3--3..-------|
E|--.....--.....--.....---| ------------------|
There..Nothing-.Love...Life