Capo 5th fret

Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

You sleep like a kid with one hand stuck fast to the side of your face.

Backside in the air, mouth half open, but still filled with grace.

And you seem so happy as your skin turns the colour of a violet-golden sky.

And it cuts me up when we fight and go to bed facing opposite sides.

You're like gasoline.

You're like the willow tree.

You're like a split-screen.

But you're the green in me.

And you smoke when you're hurt or bored or out with friends, but I don't mind.

Who cares if the big 'C' comes? We're young, we're having some lovely times.

You frown as the clouds bring you down, drop to your knees and scream "Oh, my God".

But you really shouldn't bother, there's bigger things going on

you little sod, you little sod

You're like gasoline.

You're like the willow tree.

You're like a split-screen.

But you're the green in me.

You're like gasoline.

You're like the willow tree.

You're like a split-screen.

But you're the green in me.

2. Squealing Pigs

Make a cup with your hands to take a drink

In the same way that your father did

And throw a stone upon the river's lid

Watch the circles take you home

Blow the smoke and watch it leave your lungs

And high or not, think of what you've done

Have you not considered life beneath the thumb?

Or flying solo in your home?

'Cause sometimes it's who, not what you do

Just because your father did doesn't mean that you should too

I don't want to lose you

Don't go away from here

 It's that sinking feeling of being alone

 And it's the way it makes you screech

 And pulls the skin off your bones

And I can't help but think, as I pick my mouth off the floor;

 Will you still know me in a year?

Don't you think about your actions?

Counter-weight dire reactions?

Zero soul, you're a loser's son

But don't you go away from here

Your mind's a mine-field in a minor way

Don't just fall in like some mindless stray

"We're your friends, you see" is what they say

 Don't you go away from here

 Yeah, it's that sinking feeling of being alone

 And it's the way it makes you screech

 And pulls the skin off your bones

And I can't help but think, as I pick my mouth off the floor;

 Will you still know me in a year?

Clarinet solo

 It's that sinking feeling of being alone

 And it's the way it makes you screech

 And pulls the skin off your bones

And I can't help but think, as I pick my mouth off the floor;

 Will you still know me in a year?

 Yeah, it's that sinking feeling of being alone

 And it's the way it makes you screech

 And pulls the skin off your bones

And I can't help but think, as I pick my mouth off the floor;

 Will you still know me in a year?

3. Subbuteo

Chords are 100% correct and are in the same key as in the album.

In the song the way 'Louis' plays the guitar is in a arpeggio style which can be

slightly played to sound similar to the song by picking the chord notes.

Verse 1

Hello, my chum

 It's me and I'm banging on your door

 It's been far too long

 Since we set the leaves alight down on the floor

 I've returned for a while

 To the concrete that once claimed my knees

 And the stones my hands owned

 As I sent them toward windows and trees

Middle 8

 Towering trees

 Towering trees

Verse

2

There are bangers in the wheely bins

 Lazer pens shone through the glass

 And BB after BB fired

 From behind the wall beyond the grass

 And though boots met my face

 And knuckles cracked me black as coal

 I care not for the mindless

 Who poked fear at my sorry soul

Middle 8

 My soul

 My soul

Verse 3

 And I miss the rain on the roof

 Pitstop paths and whistling streams

 I miss the Coldstream chips

 The red subbuteo team painted green

Built on back fields,

 It seemed a thorn in my child side

 Instead became a grit-soaked playground

 Where the propers and the poor collide

Bridge

 Oh, it might sound dull

 But dull's sometimes all we have

 Yeah, it might sound dull

 But dull's all we ever have

Refrain

 Sometimes I talk with the meter

 Of a bingo caller's east-end drawl

 Who cares; we're all just trying to float

 While everything seems set to fall

Middle 8

 So hard

 So hard

Ending is based around the main chords. To achieve end drum effect play 'C#m' once

then into fret noise in time with the drum.

4. Delivered

These walls are reddish-brown

Ready to be bulldozed down

And softly torn to pieces

 In slow motion, there's no sound

 Got metal in your arteries

Cameras in your blood stream

Heartbeats from your battery's

Limited reserve

This is your end

This is your end

 You're delivered

You've sung the glories

 Lived a million short stories

 And the tales that you told will

 No doubt outlast your years

 But the heavy led arteries

 And the cameras in your blood stream

 And the heartbeats from your batteries

 Ticking slower and slower and still

This is your end

This is your end

This is your end

You're delivered

Pepper your paper with spelling mistakes

Befriend the popular and piss-rip the geeks

Catwalk your blue shoes for attention's sake

Sniff up the glue pots and put on the shakes

Line up the punch lines till the class cracks up

You keep your head low, till the pressure's stopped

Pull all the stops out for future 'Wife of the Month'

Promise to hold her through blindness and health

And we'll sing

Grow old with me (we'll share the pitfalls)

We'll fill the sea (answer the cat calls)

We'll watch the world (fall from the inside)

We'll watch the world (fall from the inside)

How long will this last?

How long will this last?

How long will this last; these, the barren years?

Promise to hold her through these barren years

And we'll sing

Grow old with me (we'll share the pitfalls)

We'll fill the sea (answer the cat calls)

We'll watch the world (fall from the inside)

We'll watch the world (fall from the inside)

Grow old with me (we'll share the pitfalls)

We'll fill the sea (answer the cat calls)

We'll watch the world (fall from the inside)

We'll watch the world (fall from the inside)

Grow old with me (we'll share the pitfalls)

We'll fill the sea (answer the cat calls)

We'll watch the world (fall from the inside)

We'll watch the world (fall from the inside)

6. Old Balloons

Throw them down your throat.

Many rivers to cross.

Laugh under granite-grey skies,

 As if it's their loss.

Slip on your floor; bound aftermath.

That which has stolen your years.

Son, don't become one more shadow.

 Don't drop your anchor here.

 Don't drop your anchor here.

Broken down liver and withered frame.

Lungs wrinkled like old balloons.

Dampen your spirits by sunrise

And swear at the moon.

 'Cause sometimes it's like trying to breathe through a pillow,

Trying to dance on the tightrope in the pouring rain.

Sometimes it's like, like you're treading on egg-shells,

Trying to floss up your top-set with a rusty chain.

- x8

- - x4

 It's all because of you (x6)

 Sometimes it's like trying to breathe through a pillow,

Trying to dance on the tightrope in the pouring rain.

Sometimes it's like, like you're treading on egg-shells,

Trying to floss up your top-set with a rusty chain.

 Sometimes it's like trying to breathe through a pillow,

Trying to dance on the tightrope in the pouring rain.

Sometimes it's like, like you're treading on egg-shells,

Trying to floss up your top-set with a rusty chain.

- - - - - x2 (Single Notes)

7. Bomb Through The Town

Intro

Verse 1

What kind of sadness is this?

Two real good friends with nothing to say

 And I'll fly through the crowd

 At 45 degrees

 On my knees

 To your door

 To your door

Swallow my jealousy whole

Green turns through valour

Harbours in gold

 And I'll bomb through the town

 At a rate of noughts

 Fingers crossed

 To your door

8. Four Bulbs

Chords are 100% correct and are in the same key as in the album.

To play the guitar the same as like in the song just arpeggiate around the chords.

Intro

Verse 1

And I wake to the wail.

 Like moan of a bus as it groans to a standstill,

 Around the block from the place that I'll leave soon;

Four bulbs later, bulbs from the lamp that my dad bought me.

 So I'll hit the ground running and tear up the streets.

 But complain about my face and the pain in my feet,

 As I notch up another year until we're all past it.

 And the noose around my neck's tightened too much to take.

Refrain

Oohh, Oohh, Oohh

Verse 2

And I wake to the wail.

 Like moan of a bus as it groans to a standstill,

 Around the block from the place that I'll leave soon;

Four bulbs later, bulbs from the lamp that my dad bought me.

 So I'll hit the ground running and tear up the streets.

 But complain about my face and the pain in my feet,

 As I notch up another year until we're all past it.

 And the noose around my neck's tightened too much to take.

Refrain

Oohh, Oohh, Oohh

9. Taste The Coast

Chords are 100% correct and are in the same key as in the album.

Intro

Flick the little moles that move

Hide your face with your heavy woolen hood

Don't worry chum, the wind will pick up soon

 They'll be gone, we'll be free, walk on

Gulp down the salt sea air and taste the coast

The land that brought you up, taught you the most

And named your name, gave you chances no one knows

 You're with me, climb that tree, climb on

Days go by, but I'm behind

 I've got to pick up my feet, keep moving

There's no need to worry

 We're not in any hurry

You, boy, are home

Rest your nose upon the cheeks of the ones you love

Smell sickly sweet breath when the morning comes

And you brush your thighs with your fingers and your thumbs

 Drool away, count the days, till it's gone

Days go by, but I'm behind

 I've got to pick up my feet, keep moving

There's no need to worry

 We're not in any hurry

You, boy, are home

Back alone, like a stay at home bum

You drink until you're met by midday sun

And dance until your very bones are numb

 At least you're free, come with me, come on

Days go by, but I'm behind

 I've got to pick up my feet, keep moving

There's no need to worry

 We're not in any hurry

You, boy, are home

Days go by, but I'm behind

 I've got to pick up my feet, keep moving

There's no need to worry

We're not in any hurry

You, boy, are home

 You, boy, are home

You, boy, are home

It's just no life

 Glued to old outtakes

 Deleted scenes of your favourite show

Just no life

 Glued to old outtakes

 Deleted scenes

(Repeat x3)

Days go by, but I'm behind

 I've got to pick up my feet, keep moving

There's no need to worry

 We're not in any hurry

You, boy, are home

10. Dead Leg

You have grown up.

 Smoke-stack shadows in your eyes.

 And with annual courtroom ties,

 Cigarette burns in your clothes,

 Sugar spoons and frozen toes.

And as for love;

Oh God, you farce.

 Taught and brought up on your verse.

 Breaking rank deserves a curse.

Go home now son.

 I've forbidden what you love.

 Break your own glass with your glove.

 So you make blue the air.

 And with hands, in pockets, clenched;

 Swear to brutalise his wench,

 Burn some holes into his floor,

 Maybe petrol bomb his door.

Maybe not.

Maybe not.

'Cause that's youth today;

 They will fall on anyone in the name of having fun

 Or is it pressure from you peers?

 As the cries fall on deaf ears.

 What have I done?

 What have I done?

11. The Sad Clown Cast

 And the fight dies

 In the would be groomed

 And coals cool down

 In the ruby loop

 We got charcoal suits

 And join the maps

 Link an arm with

 The Sad Clown Cast

 And salute the ones

 Who have loved and lost

 Its like bedding down

 In a fishbowl

 Single car verses

 Telephone poles

 We got charcoal suits

 And join the maps

 Link an arm with

 The Sad Clown Cast

 And salute the ones

 Who have loved and lost

 Put up have you seen

 This wanted poster

 Collect watermarks

 And place of coasters

Ghost along the grey road

 To the box