Los Campesinos - The sea is a good place to think of the future

^G#mI grabbed hold of her wrist and my hand closed from tip to tip I said ?^B??you’ve taken the diet too far, you have got to let it slip” But she’s not^G#m eating again, she’s not eating again, She’s not ^Beating again, she’s not eating again. I ^Eask her to speak French and then I ^F#mneed her to t^G#mranslate, I ^F#mget the feeling she makes the meaning ^G#mmore signifi^Bmcant. She was al^Eways far too pretty for^G#m me to believe ^Bmin a single ^F#mword she said, believe a ^G#mword she s^Bmaid.

At f^C#mourteen her mother died in a routine operation, From al^Elergic reaction to a general anesthetic. She spent the ^C#mrest of her teens experimenting with prescriptions, In a f^Eutile attempt to know more than the doctors. ^AShe said one day to l^Beave her, s^C#mand up to her shou^Blders waiting ^C#mfor t^Ehe t^Aide to drag her to the o^C#mcean, ^Eto another s^Bea’s shore. This thing h^C#murts l^Eike h^Bell, b^Aut what did you ex^C#mpect?

^EAnd all you c^Aan hear is the so^Eund of your own he^Aart ^AAnd all you c^Ean feel is your l^F#mungs flood and the b^C#mlood course ^C#mBut oh I c^Ean see five hu^Andred years dead s^Eet ahead of me ^AFive hundred beh^Eind, A th^F#mousand years in p^C#merfect symmetry

Best kn^Eown left wrist right finger, through ^F#mall the Southern S^G#mtates, On every v^F#mideo games machine they ^G#mcall her triple^Bm A. There were r^Eacists on the radio ^G#mtrying to give up s^Bmmoking, The c^F#mhat show host, he joked “you have t^G#mo wait for the government ^Bmprogram”. You t^Aalk about your politics, and I wo^Bnder if you could be one of them, but you could n^C#mever kiss a Tory boy without wanting to cut off your tongue again. A good p^Elace to look to the future is when you are sat at the sea, With the ^C#msalt up to your ankles and a view of the end of the pier, You may lo^Eok down at your model’s feet and wish that you’d just float away, And the we^Aather here is overcast and the s^Bea is the same shade of ^C#mgrey, So the lan^Bdscape before you looks ^C#mjust like the edge of the wo^Erld, But to the le^Aft side and the right side, either ^C#mway is a crazy g^Eolf course. ^BThe sea is A g^C#mood pl^Eace, a good pl^Bace To think of, to think a^About the future

^EAnd all you c^Aan hear is the so^Eund of your own heart ^AAnd all you c^Ean feel is your l^F#mungs flood and the b^C#mlood course ^C#mBut oh I c^Ean see five hu^Andred years dead s^Eet ahead of me ^AFive hundred be^Ehind, A th^F#mousand years in perfect symmetry A th^G#mousand years no getting rid of me A tho^Ausand years in pe^Erfect symmetry.