Boots Met My Face

[G]   [C]   [G]   [C]   [G]

[G]You sleep like a kid with one hand stuck f[C]ast to the side of your face.
[G]Backside in the air, mouth half open, but [C]still filled with grace.       [Am]                  [D]

[G]And you seem so happy as your skin turns the colour [C]of a violet-golden sky.
[G]And it cuts me up when we fight and go to bed fa[C]cing opposite sides.

[G]You're like gasoline. [C]
[C]You're like the willow tree.[G]
[G]You're like a split-screen. [C]
[D]But you're the green in me. [G]

[G]And you smoke when you're hurt or bored or out with friends, b[C]ut I don't mind.
[G]Who cares if the big 'C' comes? We're young, we're having s[C]ome lovely times.

[G]You frown as the clouds bring you down, drop to your knees and scream "Oh, [C]my God".
[G]But you really shouldn't bother, there's bigger things going on
[C]you little sod, you little sod

[G]You're like gasoline. [C]
[C]You're like the willow tree.[G]
[G]You're like a split-screen. [C]
[D]But you're the green in me. [G]

[G]You're like gasoline. [C]
[C]You're like the willow tree.[G]
[G]You're like a split-screen. [C]
[D]But you're the green in me. [G]


2. Squealing Pigs

[C] [F] [C] [F] [C]

[C]Make a cup with your hands to t[F]ake a drink [C]
[C]In the same way that your fa[F]ther did  [C]
[C]And throw a stone upon the ri[F]ver's lid  [C]
[C]Watch the circles take you h[F]ome

[C]Blow the smoke and watch it l[F]eave your lungs[C]
[C]And high or not, think of wh[F]at you've done [C]
[C]Have you not considered li[F]fe beneath the th[C]umb?
[C]Or flying solo in your h[F]ome?

[C]'Cause sometimes it's who, not w[F]hat you do  [C]
[C]Just because your father did doesn't mean that y[F]ou should too [C]
[C]I don't want to lo[F]se you [C]
[C]Don't go away from here [F]

It's that[F] sinking[C] feeling of[G] being [C]alone
And it's the [F]way it makes you [C]screech
And pulls the s[G]kin of[G]f [Ab]your [Am]bones
[Am]And I can't help but[F] think, as I pick my m[F]outh off[G] the floor;
Will [Am]you still [F]know me in a [G]year?   [C]

[C]Don't you think about y[F]our actions?  [C]
[C]Counter-weight di[F]re reactions?  [C]
[C]Zero soul, you're a lo[F]ser's son  [C]
[C]But don't you go away from h[F]ere

[C]Your mind's a mine-field in a mi[F]nor way   [C]
[C]Don't just fall in like some min[F]dless stray  [C]
[C]"We're your friends, you see" is wh[F]at they say  [C]
Don't you go away from h[F]ere

Yeah, it's that [F]sinking [C]feeling of [G]being a[C]lone
And it's the [F]way it makes you [C]screech
And pulls the s[G]kin of[G]f [Ab]your [Am]bones
[Am]And I can't help but[F] think, as I pick my m[F]outh off[G] the floor;
Will [Am]you still [F]know me in a [G]year?

[F] [G] [C] [F] [C] [F] [C] [F] [C] [F]

It's that[F] sinking[C] feeling of[G] being [C]alone
And it's the [F]way it makes you [C]screech
And pulls the s[G]kin of[G]f [Ab]your [Am]bones
[Am]And I can't help but[F] think, as I pick my m[F]outh off[G] the floor;
Will [Am]you still [F]know me in a [G]year?   [C]

Yeah, it's that [F]sinking [C]feeling of [G]being a[C]lone
And it's the [F]way it makes you [C]screech
And pulls the s[G]kin of[G]f [Ab]your [Am]bones
[Am]And I can't help but[F] think, as I pick my m[F]outh off[G] the floor;
Will [Am]you still [F]know me in a [G]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.


[D]Hello, my chum
It's me and I'm banging on your door   [Bm]
It's been f[A]ar too long
Since we set the leaves alight down on the fl[G]oor

I've r[D]eturned for a while
To the [Bm]concrete that once claimed my knees
And the st[A]ones my hands owned
As I sent them toward windows and tr[G]ees

Towering t[Em]rees
Towering tr[A]ees     [A7]              [D]

2

[D]There are bangers in the wheely bins
Lazer pens shone through the glass [Bm]
And [A]BB after BB fired
From behind the wall beyond the gr[G]ass

And though bo[D]ots met my face
And knuckles cracked me black as c[Bm]oal
I care n[A]ot for the mindless
Who poked fear at my sorry soul  [G]

My s[Em]oul
My so[A]ul      [A7]

And I miss the r[D]ain on the roof
Pitstop paths and whistling streams[Bm]
I miss the Cold[A]stream chips
The red subbuteo team painted gr[G]een

[D]Built on back fields,
It seemed a thorn in my child [Bm]side
Instead became a gr[A]it-soaked playground
Where the propers and the poor col[G]lide

Oh, it mi[D]ght sound dull
But dull's sometimes all we have  [Bm]
Yeah, it mi[A]ght sound dull
But dull's all we ever ha[G]ve

Sometimes [D]I talk with the meter
Of a bingo caller's east-end drawl [Bm]
Who cares; we're a[A]ll just trying to float
While everyth[A]ing seems set to f[G]all

So [Em]hard
S[A]o hard  [A7]

Ending is based around the main chords. To achieve end drum effect play 'C
then into fret noise in time with the drum.


4. Delivered

[D]These walls are[G] reddish-brown
[D]Ready to be[G] bulldozed down
[D]And softly torn to[G] pieces
In slow mo[G]tion, there's no [A]sound

Got m[D]etal in your [G]arteries
[D]Cameras in your blo[G]od stream
[D]Heartbeats from your b[G]attery's
[G]Limited rese[A]rve

[Em]This is [F#m]your [G]end
[Em]This is [F#m]your [G]end

You're deliv[D]ered  [G]       [D]             [G]

[D]You've sung the [G]glories
Lived [D]a million short s[G]tories
And the [D]tales that you t[G]old will
No doubt[G] outlast your[A] years

But the [D]heavy led [G]arteries
And the [D]cameras in your [G]blood stream
And the [D]heartbeats from your [G]batteries
Ticking [G]slower and [G]slower and [A]still

[Em]This is [F#m]your [G]end
[Em]This is [F#m]your [G]end
[Em]This is [F#m]your [G]end

You're delivered


[C]Pepper your paper with [F]spelling mistakes
[C]Befriend the popular and pis[F]s-rip the geeks
[G]Catwalk your blue shoes for at[F]tention's sake
[G]Sniff up the glue pots and [F]put on the shakes

[C]Line up the punch lines till the [F]class cracks up
[C]You keep your head low, till the [F]pressure's stopped
[G]Pull all the stops out for future '[F]Wife of the Month'
[G]Promise to hold her through [F]blindness and health

And we'll sing
[C]Grow old with me (w[F]e'll share the pitfalls)
[C]We'll fill the sea ([F]answer the cat calls)
[C]We'll watch the world ([F]fall from the inside)
[C]We'll watch the world ([F]fall from the inside)[F]   [G]      [C]

[C]How long will this [F]last?
[C]How long will this [F]last?
[G]How long will this last; these, [F]the barren years?
[G]Promise to hold her through thes[F]e barren years

And we'll sing
[C]Grow old with me (w[F]e'll share the pitfalls)
[C]We'll fill the sea ([F]answer the cat calls)
[C]We'll watch the world ([F]fall from the inside)
[C]We'll watch the world ([F]fall from the inside)[F]   [G]      [C]

[C]Grow old with me (w[F]e'll share the pitfalls)
[C]We'll fill the sea ([F]answer the cat calls)
[C]We'll watch the world ([F]fall from the inside)
[C]We'll watch the world ([F]fall from the inside)[F]   [G]      [C]

[C]Grow old with me (w[F]e'll share the pitfalls)
[C]We'll fill the sea ([F]answer the cat calls)
[C]We'll watch the world ([F]fall from the inside)
[C]We'll watch the world ([F]fall from the inside)[F]   [G]      [C]


6. Old Balloons

[G]Throw them down your throat.
Many rivers to cross.
Laugh under granite-grey skies,
As if it's t[C]heir lo[G]ss.

[G]Slip on your floor; bound aftermath.
That which has stolen your years.
Son, don't become one more shadow.
Don't drop your a[C]nchor here.
Don't drop your a[G]nchor here.

[G]Broken down liver and withered frame.
Lungs wrinkled like old balloons.
Dampen your spirits by sunrise
[C]And swear at the m[G]oon.

'Cause so[G]metimes it's like tr[C]ying to breathe through a p[Em]illow,
[C]Trying to dance on the tightrope in the pouring ra[G]in.
[G]Sometimes it's like, l[C]ike you're treading on egg[Em]-shells,
[C]Trying to floss up your top-set with a rusty ch[G]ain.

[G]  -  [C] x8

[C]     [D]     [Em]     [D]     [Dsus4]

[C]     [D]     [G]

[C]     [D]     [Em]     [D]     [Dsus4]

[G]  -  [C]  -  [D] x4

[G]

It's a[C]ll [D]because of [G]you (x6)

[G]     [Em]     [D]

[C]     [D]     [Em]     [D]     [Dsus4]

[C]     [D]     [G]

So[G]metimes it's like tr[C]ying to breathe through a p[Em]illow,
[C]Trying to dance on the tightrope in the pouring ra[G]in.
[G]Sometimes it's like, l[C]ike you're treading on egg[Em]-shells,
[C]Trying to floss up your top-set with a rusty ch[G]ain.

So[G]metimes it's like tr[C]ying to breathe through a p[Em]illow,
[C]Trying to dance on the tightrope in the pouring ra[G]in.
[G]Sometimes it's like, l[C]ike you're treading on egg[Em]-shells,
[C]Trying to floss up your top-set with a rusty ch[G]ain.

[G] - [A] - [C] - [B] - [F] - [G] x2 (Single Notes)

[G]       [C]


7. Bomb Through The Town


[C]   [G]   [Gadd4]

[C]What kind of sadness is [Gadd4]this?         [G]

[C]Two real good friends with no[Gadd4]thing to say  [G]
And I[C]'ll fly through the crowd
At [Am]45 degrees
On my[Dsus2] knees
To your d[C]oor       [G]
To your d[C]oor       [G]

[C]Swallow my jealousy w[Gadd4]hole          [G]

[C]Green turns through valo[Gadd4]ur            [G]
[Gadd4]Harbours in gol[G]d
And I[C]'ll bomb through the town
At [Am]a rate of noughts
Fingers[Dsus2] crossed
To your d[G]oor


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.


[C]   [Fmaj7]   [C]   [Fmaj7]   [G]

[C]And I wake to the wail.
Like [Fmaj7]moan of a b[C]us as it g[Fmaj7]roans to a standstill,
Around the bl[G]ock from the [C]place that I'll leave soon;
[Fmaj7]Four bulbs l[C]ater, [Fmaj7]bulbs from the l[C]amp that my d[G]ad bought [C]me.

So I'll h[C]it the ground running and [Fmaj7]tear up the stree[C]ts.
But compl[Fmaj7]ain about my fa[C]ce and the pain in my f[G]eet,
As I no[C]tch up another year [Fmaj7]until we're all past[C] it.
And the [Fmaj7]noose around my ne[C]ck's tightened t[G]oo much to t[C]ake.

[Fmaj7]Oohh, O[G]ohh, O[C]ohh

[C]And I wake to the wail.
Like [Fmaj7]moan of a b[C]us as it g[Fmaj7]roans to a standstill,
Around the bl[G]ock from the [C]place that I'll leave soon;
[Fmaj7]Four bulbs l[C]ater, [Fmaj7]bulbs from the l[C]amp that my d[G]ad bought [C]me.

So I'll h[C]it the ground running and [Fmaj7]tear up the stree[C]ts.
But compl[Fmaj7]ain about my fa[C]ce and the pain in my f[G]eet,
As I no[C]tch up another year [Fmaj7]until we're all past[C] it.
And the [Fmaj7]noose around my ne[C]ck's tightened t[G]oo much to t[C]ake.

[Fmaj7]Oohh, O[G]ohh, O[C]ohh


9. Taste The Coast

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


[G]   [C]   [D]

[G]Flick the little m[C]oles that move   [D]
[G]Hide your face with your heavy woole[C]n hood            [D]
[G]Don't worry chum, the wind will p[C]ick up soon             [D]

They'll be gone,[C] we'll be free, wal[D]k on     [G]

[G]Gulp down the salt sea air and [C]taste the coast         [D]
[G]The land that brought you up, taugh[C]t you the most             [D]
[G]And named your name, gave you chances no one kno[C]ws                  [D]

You're with me, cl[C]imb that tree, climb [D]on       [G]

[C]Days go by,[D] but I'm [Bm]behind     [C]
I've got to p[C]ick up my feet, ke[D]ep moving      [Bm]
[C]There's no need to wo[D]rry
We're not[Bm] in any hurry  [C]
[C]You, bo[D]y, are home [G]

[G]Rest your nose upon the cheeks of the[C] ones you love               [D]
[G]Smell sickly sweet breath when the mor[C]ning comes               [D]
[G]And you brush your thighs with your fingers and your th[C]umbs                  [D]
Drool away[C], count the days, till[D] it's gone       [G]

[C]Days go by,[D] but I'm [Bm]behind     [C]
I've got to p[C]ick up my feet, ke[D]ep moving      [Bm]
[C]There's no need to wo[D]rry
We're not[Bm] in any hurry  [C]
[C]You, bo[D]y, are home [G]

[G]Back alone, like a stay a[C]t home bum        [D]
[G]You drink until you're met by m[C]idday sun             [D]
[G]And dance until your very bone[C]s are numb           [D]
At least you're free, c[C]ome with me, come on [D]             [G]

[C]Days go by,[D] but I'm [Bm]behind     [C]
I've got to p[C]ick up my feet, ke[D]ep moving      [Bm]
[C]There's no need to wo[D]rry
We're not[Bm] in any hurry  [C]
[C]You, bo[D]y, are home [G]

[C]Days go by,[D] but I'm [Bm]behind [C]
I've got to pick[C] up my fee[D]t, keep mov[G]ing
[C]There's no need to w[D]orry
[Bm]We're not in any hurry [C]
[C]You, bo[D]y, are home [G]        [Em]
You, bo[D]y, are home [G]
[Em]You, [D]boy, are home[C]         [Cm]

[C]It's just no l[D]ife
Glued to old [Bm]outtakes
Deleted scenes[C] of your favourite show
[C]Just no lif[D]e
Glued to old[Bm] outtakes
Deleted scene[C]s

(Repeat x3)

[C]Days go by,[D] but I'm [Bm]behind     [C]
I've got to p[C]ick up my feet, ke[D]ep moving      [Bm]
[C]There's no need to wo[D]rry
We're not[Bm] in any hurry  [C]
[C]You, bo[D]y, are home [G]


10. Dead Leg

[C#m]You have[A] grown u[E]p.    [A]
Smoke-stack sh[E]adows in your ey[A]es.
And with ann[E]ual courtroom ti[A]es,
Cigare[E]tte burns in your clo[A]thes,
Sugar sp[E]oons and frozen to[A]es.
[C#m]     [A]    [E]      [A]      [E]       [A]

And as for love;
[C#m]Oh God,[A] you farce.[E]       [A]
Taught and b[E]rought up on your v[A]erse.
Breaking ra[E]nk deserves a cu[A]rse.

[E]Go home [A]now so[E]n.
I've for[E]bidden what you lo[A]ve.
Break your o[E]wn glass with your glo[A]ve.

[F#m]   [A]   [C#m]

So you ma[E]ke blu[A]e the air. [E]          [A]
And with ha[E]nds, in pockets, cl[A]enched;
Swear to br[E]utalise his we[A]nch,
Burn some h[E]oles into his fl[A]oor,
Maybe p[E]etrol bomb his d[A]oor.
[F#m]Maybe not.
[E]Maybe not.
[C#m]'Cause that's youth t[E]oday;    [A]
They will f[E]all on any[A]one in the na[E]me of having f[A]un
Or is it pre[E]ssure from you pe[A]ers?
As the c[E]ries fall on deaf e[A]ars.
What have I d[F#m]one?
What have I d[E]one?   [A]          [E]                [A]


11. The Sad Clown Cast

And the fig[F]ht dies
In the wou[Bb]ld be groomed
And c[F]oals cool down
In the ru[Bb]by loop

We go[Gm]t charcoal suits
And j[Am]oin the maps
L[Gm]ink an arm with
The[Am] Sad Clown Cast
And s[Gm]alute the ones
Who have lo[Bb]ved and l[F]ost

Its like bed[F]ding down
In a fis[Bb]hbowl
Single c[F]ar verses
Telep[Bb]hone poles

We got[Gm] charcoal suits
And j[Am]oin the maps
L[Gm]ink an arm with
The Sa[Am]d Clown Cast
And sa[Gm]lute the ones
Who have lo[Bb]ved and lo[F]st

Put up[Dm] have you seen
This w[Bb]anted poster
Collec[Dm]t watermarks
And pl[Bb]ace of coasters
[Gm]Ghost along the g[Am]rey road
To the [Gm]box            [F]