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Blues Are Still Blue

Belle And Sebastian
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
C#
E|---------------|---------------|---------------|
B|---------------|---------------|---------------|
G|---------------|---------------|---------------|
D|--4-4-6-4-6-4--|---------------|---6-6-8-6-8-6-|
A|--2-2-2-2-2-2--|-4-4-6-4-6-4---|---4-4-4-4-4-4-|
E|---------------|-2-2-2-2-2-2---|---------------|
Look  at the kid from school
 He’s teaching mamas  and papas how to be  a little cool
 He’s changing fashion,  the way he dress
 The tracksuits  are old, and the hoody’s  way too moody
 For a kid  with the will  to funk
 He dances  in secret;  he’s a part-time  punk
She’s  getting off the plane
 She wants to write  a thesis on the population  underprivileged
 The kids  fighting up the lane
 Shop lifting,  just drifting
 Like The Switchblade  And The Cross
 But if there’s trouble  she’s got the  moves
 She’s taking  an elementary  class  in Kung fu
 I left  my washing in the  launderette
 You can put  some money on it, you can place  a little bet
 That when I  see my washing
 The black  will be grey  and the white  will be grey
 But the blues  are still blue
I’m  crying out for my mum
 If the malady  don’t go away we’re in  a little trouble
 With the  boss of the company
 I’m a singer,  a swinger I’m a layabout  but laying on
 The  dock in the lazy  sun
 Will never  quite relegate  me  to a bum
 I left  my lady in the launderette
 You can put  some money on it, you can place  a little bet
 That when I  see my lady
 The black  will be white  and the white  will be black
 But the blues  are still blue
Baby,  I love your face
 I’ve been creeping  round this town because
 Well, creeping’s  just my way
 But with a little  wink I’ll be there
 I’ll be excited  for a week, but then excitement  starts to fade
 I know your young,  but you’re out  of touch
 You’re French,  your vocabulary’s not  quite formed
 I left  my homework in the launderette
 I got a letter  from my mamma which my stoopid  dog has ate
 I hid behind the  fence
 Here comes the deputy head  with the bark  of a bulldog
 He’s not making  much sense
 I left  my lady in the  launderette
 You can put  some money on it, you can place  a little bet
 That when I  see my lady
 The black  will be white  and the white  will be black
 But the blues  are still blue

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Readable chord sheet for Blues Are Still Blue by Belle And Sebastian

[B]             [F#]              [C#]
E|---------------|---------------|---------------|
B|---------------|---------------|---------------|
G|---------------|---------------|---------------|
D|--4-4-6-4-6-4--|---------------|---6-6-8-6-8-6-|
A|--2-2-2-2-2-2--|-4-4-6-4-6-4---|---4-4-4-4-4-4-|
E|---------------|-2-2-2-2-2-2---|---------------|

[B]  [F#]  [B]  [F#]

[B]Look at the kid from sch[F#]ool
He’s teaching m[B]amas and papas how to b[F#]e a little cool
He’s changing [B]fashion, the way he d[F#]ress
The [B]tracksuits are old, and the ho[F#]ody’s way too moody
For a k[Eb]id with the [Bb]will to funk
He d[B]ances in [F#]secret; he’s a p[C#]art-time punk

[B]She’s getting off the p[F#]lane
She wants to wr[B]ite a thesis on the pop[F#]ulation underprivileged
The k[B]ids fighting up the [F#]lane
Shop l[B]ifting, just drifting
Like The S[F#]witchblade And The Cross
But if there’s tr[Eb]ouble she’s got the[Bb] moves
She’s t[B]aking an ele[F#]mentary cla[C#]ss in Kung fu

I l[B]eft my washing in the[F#] launderette
You can p[B]ut some money on it, you can p[F#]lace a little bet
That when I[B] see my washing
The b[Eb]lack will be [Bb]grey and the [B]white will be g[F#]rey
But the bl[C#]ues are still blue

[B]I’m crying out for my m[F#]um
If the ma[B]lady don’t go away we’re i[F#]n a little trouble
With th[B]e boss of the com[F#]pany
I’m a [B]singer, a swinger I’m a [F#]layabout but laying on
The[Eb] dock in the l[Bb]azy sun
Will [B]never quite re[F#]legate me[C#] to a bum

I l[B]eft my lady in the la[F#]underette
You can p[B]ut some money on it, you can p[F#]lace a little bet
That when I[B] see my lady
The b[Eb]lack will be [Bb]white and the [B]white will be b[F#]lack
But the bl[C#]ues are still blue

[B]   [C#]
[B]   [F#]   [B]    [F#]    [B]
[Eb]   [Bb]   [B]   [F#]   [C#]

[B]Baby, I love your [F#]face
I’ve been cr[B]eeping round this town because

Well, cr[F#]eeping’s just my way
But with a [B]little wink I’ll be [F#]there
I’ll be ex[B]cited for a week, but then exc[F#]itement starts to fade
I know your [Eb]young, but you’re o[Bb]ut of touch
You’re [B]French, your vo[F#]cabulary’s [C#]not quite formed

I l[B]eft my homework in the l[F#]aunderette
I got a [B]letter from my mamma which my s[F#]toopid dog has ate
I hid behind t[B]he fence
Here comes the [Eb]deputy [Bb]head with the b[B]ark of a [F#]bulldog
He’s not [C#]making much sense

I l[B]eft my lady in the[F#] launderette
You can p[B]ut some money on it, you can p[F#]lace a little bet
That when I[B] see my lady
The b[Eb]lack will be [Bb]white and the [B]white will be b[F#]lack
But the bl[C#]ues are still blue

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