Admiral Fallow Boots Met My Face (2010) Lo-Five Records Album Chords 1. Dead Agaisnt Smoking 2. Squealing Pigs 3. Subbuteo 4. Delivered 5. These Barren Years 6. Old Balloons 7. Bomb Through The Town 8. Four Bulbs 9. Taste The Coast 10. Dead Leg 11. The Sad Clown Cast 1. Dead Against Smoking ___________________________________________________________________________________ CAPO 5 C: x32010 G: 32000x Am: x02210 D: xx0232 Intro: G - C - G - C - G

^GYou sleep like a kid with one hand stuck f^Cast to the side of your face. ^GBackside in the air, mouth half open, but ^Cstill filled with grace. ^Am

^GAnd you seem so happy as your skin turns the colour ^Cof a violet-golden sky. ^GAnd it cuts me up when we fight and go to bed fa^Ccing opposite sides.

^GYou're like gasoline. ^C ^CYou're like the willow tree.^G ^GYou're like a split-screen. ^C ^DBut you're the green in me. ^G

^GAnd you smoke when you're hurt or bored or out with friends, b^Cut I don't mind. ^GWho cares if the big 'C' comes? We're young, we're having s^Come lovely times.

^GYou frown as the clouds bring you down, drop to your knees and scream "^C;Oh, my God". ^GBut you really shouldn't bother, there's bigger things going on ^Cyou little sod, you little sod

^GYou're like gasoline. ^C ^CYou're like the willow tree.^G ^GYou're like a split-screen. ^C ^DBut you're the green in me. ^G

___________________________________________________________________________________ 2. Squealing Pigs ___________________________________________________________________________________ CAPO: 5 C F C F C

^CMake a cup with your hands to t^Fake a drink ^C ^CIn the same way that your fa^Fther did ^C ^CAnd throw a stone upon the ri^Fver's lid ^C ^CWatch the circles take you h^Fome

^CBlow the smoke and watch it l^Feave your lungs^C ^CAnd high or not, think of wh^Fat you've done ^C ^CHave you not considered li^Ffe beneath the th^Cumb? ^COr flying solo in your h^Fome?

^C'Cause sometimes it's who, not w^Fhat you do ^C ^CJust because your father did doesn't mean that y^Fou should too ^C ^CI don't want to lo^Fse you ^C ^CDon't go away from here ^F

It's that^F sinking^C feeling of^G being ^Calone And it's the ^Fway it makes you ^Cscreech And pulls the s^Gkin of^G/Abf your ^Ambones ^AmAnd I can't help but^F think, as I pick my m^Fouth off^G the floor; Will ^Amyou still ^Fknow me in a ^Gyear? ^C

^CDon't you think about y^Four actions? ^C ^CCounter-weight di^Fre reactions? ^C ^CZero soul, you're a lo^Fser's son ^C ^CBut don't you go away from h^Fere

^CYour mind's a mine-field in a mi^Fnor way ^C ^CDon't just fall in like some min^Fdless stray ^C ^C"We're your friends, you see&q^Fuot; is what ^Cthey say Don't you go away from h^Fere

Yeah, it's that ^Fsinking ^Cfeeling of ^Gbeing a^Clone And it's the ^Fway it makes you ^Cscreech And pulls the s^Gkin of^G/Abf your ^Ambones ^AmAnd I can't help but^F think, as I pick my m^Fouth off^G the floor; Will ^Amyou still ^Fknow me in a ^Gyear?

Clarinet Solo: F G C F C F C F C F

___________________________________________________________________________________ 3. Subbuteo ___________________________________________________________________________________ E: 022100 C#m: x46654 B: 224442 B7: 224242 A: x02220 Verse 1:

^DHello, my chum It's me and I'm banging on your door ^Bm It's been f^Aar too long Since we set the leaves alight down on the fl^Goor

I've r^Deturned for a while To the ^Bmconcrete that once claimed my knees And the st^Aones my hands owned As I sent them toward windows and tr^Gees

Middle 8:

Towering t^Emrees Towering tr^Aees

^A7

Verse: 2

^DThere are bangers in the wheely bins Lazer pens shone through the glass ^Bm And ^ABB after BB fired From behind the wall beyond the gr^Gass

And though bo^Dots met my face And knuckles cracked me black as c^Bmoal I care n^Aot for the mindless Who poked fear at my sorry soul ^G

Middle 8:

My s^Emoul My so^Aul

^A7

Verse 3:

And I miss the r^Dain on the roof Pitstop paths and whistling streams^Bm I miss the Cold^Astream chips The red subbuteo team painted gr^Geen

^DBuilt on back fields, It seemed a thorn in my child ^Bmside Instead became a gr^Ait-soaked playground Where the propers and the poor col^Glide

Bridge:

Oh, it mi^Dght sound dull But dull's sometimes all we have ^Bm Yeah, it mi^Aght sound dull But dull's all we ever ha^Gve

Refrain:

Sometimes ^DI talk with the meter Of a bingo caller's east-end drawl ^Bm Who cares; we're a^All just trying to float While everyth^Aing seems set to f^Gall

Middle 8:

So ^Emhard S^Ao ha

rd ^A7

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 ___________________________________________________________________________________ CAPO: 4

^DThese walls are^G reddish-brown ^DReady to be^G bulldozed down ^DAnd softly torn to^G pieces In slow mo^Gtion, there's no ^Asound

Got m^Detal in your ^Garteries ^DCameras in your blo^God stream ^DHeartbeats from your b^Gattery's ^GLimited rese^Arve

^EmThis is ^F#myour ^Gend ^EmThis is ^F#myour ^Gend

You're deliv^Dered ^G ^D ^G ^DYou've sung the ^Gglories Lived ^Da million short s^Gtories And the ^Dtales that you t^Gold will No doubt^G outlast your^A years

But the ^Dheavy led ^Garteries And the ^Dcameras in your ^Gblood stream And the ^Dheartbeats from your ^Gbatteries Ticking ^Gslower and ^Gslower and ^Astill

^EmThis is ^F#myour ^Gend ^EmThis is ^F#myour ^Gend ^EmThis is ^F#myour ^Gend

You're delivered ___________________________________________________________________________________ 5. These Barren Years ___________________________________________________________________________________ CAPO: 4

^CPepper your paper with ^Fspelling mistakes ^CBefriend the popular and pis^Fs-rip the geeks ^GCatwalk your blue shoes for at^Ftention's sake ^GSniff up the glue pots and ^Fput on the shakes

^CLine up the punch lines till the ^Fclass cracks up ^CYou keep your head low, till the ^Fpressure's stopped ^GPull all the stops out for future '^FWife of the Month' ^GPromise to hold her through ^Fblindness and health

And we'll sing

^CGrow old with me (w^Fe'll share the pitfalls) ^CWe'll fill the sea (^Fanswer the cat calls) ^CWe'll watch the world (^Ffall from the inside) ^CWe'll watch the world (^Ffall from the inside)^F ^G ^C

^CHow long will this ^Flast? ^CHow long will this ^Flast? ^GHow long will this last; these, ^Fthe barren years? ^GPromise to hold her through thes^Fe barren years

And we'll sing

^CGrow old with me (w^Fe'll share the pitfalls) ^CWe'll fill the sea (^Fanswer the cat calls) ^CWe'll watch the world (^Ffall from the inside) ^CWe'll watch the world (^Ffall from the inside)^F ^G ^C

___________________________________________________________________________________ 6. Old Balloons ___________________________________________________________________________________

^GThrow them down your throat. Many rivers to cross. Laugh under granite-grey skies, As if it's t^Cheir lo^Gss.

^GSlip on your floor; bound aftermath. That which has stolen your years. Son, don't become one more shadow. Don't drop your a^Cnchor here. Don't drop your a^Gnchor here.

^GBroken down liver and withered frame. Lungs wrinkled like old balloons. Dampen your spirits by sunrise ^CAnd swear at the m^Goon.

'Cause so^Gmetimes it's like tr^Cying to breathe through a p^Emillow, ^CTrying to dance on the tightrope in the pouring ra^Gin. ^GSometimes it's like, l^Cike you're treading on egg^Em-shells, ^CTrying to floss up your top-set with a rusty ch^Gain.

G - C x8 C - D - Em - D - Dsus4 C - D - G C - D - Em - D - Dsus4 G - C - D x4 G

It's a^Cll ^Dbecause of ^Gyou (x6) G - Em - D

C - D - Em - D - Dsus4 C - D - G

So^Gmetimes it's like tr^Cying to breathe through a p^Emillow, ^CTrying to dance on the tightrope in the pouring ra^Gin. ^GSometimes it's like, l^Cike you're treading on egg^Em-shells, ^CTrying to floss up your top-set with a rusty ch^Gain.

G - A - C - B - F - G x2 (Single Notes) G - C ___________________________________________________________________________________ 7. Bomb Through The Town ___________________________________________________________________________________ CAPO 2 C: x3201x Gadd4: 32001x G: 32000x Am: x02210 Dsus2: xx0230 Intro: C - G - Gadd4 Verse 1:

^CWhat kind of sadness is ^Gadd4this?

^G ^CTwo real good friends with no^Gadd4thing to

say ^G And I^C'll fly through the crowd At ^Am45 degrees On my^Dsus2 knees To your d^Coor

^G To your d^Coor

^CSwallow my jealousy w^Gadd4hole

^G ^CGreen turns through valo^Gadd4ur

^G ^Gadd4Harbours in gol^Gd And I^C'll bomb through the town At ^Ama rate of noughts Fingers^Dsus2 crossed To your d^Goor

___________________________________________________________________________________ 8. Four Bulbs ___________________________________________________________________________________ CAPO 3 C: x3201x Fmaj7: xx321x G: 32000x Intro: C - Fmaj7 - C - Fmaj7 - G Verse 1:

^CAnd I wake to the wail. Like ^Fmaj7moan of a b^Cus as it g^Fmaj7roans to a standstill, Around the bl^Gock from the ^Cplace that I'll leave soon; ^Fmaj7Four bulbs l^Cater, ^Fmaj7bulbs from the l^Camp that my d^Gad bought ^Cme.

So I'll h^Cit the ground running and ^Fmaj7tear up the stree^Cts. But compl^Fmaj7ain about my fa^Cce and the pain in my f^Geet, As I no^Ctch up another year ^Fmaj7until we're all past^C it. And the ^Fmaj7noose around my ne^Cck's tightened t^Goo much to t^Cake.

Refrain:

^Fmaj7Oohh, O^Gohh, O^Cohh Verse 2:

Refrain:

^Fmaj7Oohh, O^Gohh, O^Cohh ___________________________________________________________________________________

9. Taste The Coast ___________________________________________________________________________________ CAPO 2 C: X32010 D: XX0232 Em: 022000 G: 320003 Bm: 224432 Intro: G - C - D

^GFlick the little m^Coles that move ^D ^GHide your face with your heavy woole^Cn hood ^D ^GDon't worry chum, the wind will p^Cick up soon ^D

They'll be gone,^C we'll be free, wal^Dk on ^G ^GGulp down the salt sea air and ^Ctaste the coast ^D ^GThe land that brought you up, taugh^Ct you the most ^D ^GAnd named your name, gave you chances no one kno^Cws ^D

You're with me, cl^Cimb that tree, climb ^Don ^G ^CDays go by,^D but I'm ^Bmbehind ^C I've got to p^Cick up my feet, ke^Dep moving ^Bm ^CThere's no need to wo^Drry We're not^Bm in any hurry ^C ^CYou, bo^Dy, are home ^G

^GRest your nose upon the cheeks of the^C ones you love ^D ^GSmell sickly sweet breath when the mor^Cning comes ^D ^GAnd you brush your thighs with your fingers and your th^Cumbs ^D Drool away^C, count the days, till^D it's gone ^G

^CDays go by,^D but I'm ^Bmbehind ^C I've got to p^Cick up my feet, ke^Dep moving ^Bm ^CThere's no need to wo^Drry We're not^Bm in any hurry ^C ^CYou, bo^Dy, are home ^G

^GBack alone, like a stay a^Ct home bum ^D ^GYou drink until you're met by m^Cidday sun ^D ^GAnd dance until your very bone^Cs are numb ^D At least you're free, c^Come with me, come on ^D ^G

^CDays go by,^D but I'm ^Bmbehind ^C I've got to p^Cick up my feet, ke^Dep moving ^Bm ^CThere's no need to wo^Drry We're not^Bm in any hurry ^C ^CYou, bo^Dy, are home ^G

^CDays go by,^D but I'm ^Bmbehind ^C I've got to pick^C up my fee^Dt, keep mov^Ging ^CThere's no need to w^Dorry ^BmWe're not in any hurry ^C ^CYou, bo^Dy, are home ^G ^Em You, bo^Dy, are home ^G ^EmYou, ^Dboy, are home^C ^Cm

^CIt's just no l^Dife Glued to old ^Bmouttakes Deleted scenes^C of your favourite show ^CJust no lif^De Glued to old^Bm outtakes Deleted scene^Cs

(Repeat x3)

^CDays go by,^D but I'm ^Bmbehind ^C I've got to p^Cick up my feet, ke^Dep moving ^Bm ^CThere's no need to wo^Drry We're not^Bm in any hurry ^C ^CYou, bo^Dy, are home ^G

___________________________________________________________________________________ 10. Dead Leg ___________________________________________________________________________________

^C#mYou have^A grown u^Ep. ^A Smoke-stack sh^Eadows in your ey^Aes. And with ann^Eual courtroom ti^Aes, Cigare^Ette burns in your clo^Athes, Sugar sp^Eoons and frozen to^Aes. C#m A E A E A

And as for love;

^C#mOh God,^A you farce.^E ^A Taught and b^Erought up on your v^Aerse. Breaking ra^Enk deserves a cu^Arse.

^EGo home ^Anow so^En. I've for^Ebidden what you lo^Ave. Break your o^Ewn glass with your glo^Ave.

F#m - A - C#m

So you ma^Eke blu^Ae the air. ^E ^A And with ha^Ends, in pockets, cl^Aenched; Swear to br^Eutalise his we^Anch, Burn some h^Eoles into his fl^Aoor, Maybe p^Eetrol bomb his d^Aoor. ^F#mMaybe not. ^EMaybe not. ^C#m'Cause that's youth t^Eoday; ^A They will f^Eall on any^Aone in the na^Eme of having f^Aun Or is it pre^Essure from you pe^Aers? As the c^Eries fall on deaf e^Aars. What have I d^F#mone? What have I d^Eone? ^A ^E ^A

___________________________________________________________________________________ 11. The Sad Clown Cast ___________________________________________________________________________________

And the fig^Fht dies In the wou^Bbld be groomed And c^Foals cool down In the ru^Bbby loop

We go^Gmt charcoal suits And j^Amoin the maps L^Gmink an arm with The^Am Sad Clown Cast And s^Gmalute the ones Who have lo^Bbved and l^Fost

Its like bed^Fding down In a fis^Bbhbowl Single c^Far verses Telep^Bbhone poles

We got^Gm charcoal suits And j^Amoin the maps L^Gmink an arm with The Sa^Amd Clown Cast And sa^Gmlute the ones Who have lo^Bbved and lo^Fst

Put up^Dm have you seen This w^Bbanted poster Collec^Dmt watermarks And pl^Bbace of coasters ^GmGhost along the g^Amrey road To the ^Gmbox ^F

Admiral Fallow - Boots met my face