Chordproc: Beautiful South : Blue Is The Colour

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Fmaj7

C

Fmaj7

C

D

G

C

G

Think of you with pipe and slippers

Fmaj7

G

Think of her in bed

Fmaj7

C

D

G

Laying there just watching telly, think of me instead

C

G

Fmaj7

G

I'll never grow so old and flabby, that could never be

Fmaj7

G

C

Don't marry her, fuck me

C

G

And your love light shines like cardboard

Fmaj7

G

But your work shoes are glistening

Fmaj7

C

She's a PhD in "I told you so"

D

G

You've a knighthood in "I'm not listening"

C

G

Fmaj7

G

She'll grab your sweaty bollocks and slowly raise her knee

Fmaj7

G

C

Don't marry her, fuck me

C

Fmaj7

C

And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco Bay

Fmaj7

C

And you realise you can't make it anyway

Fmaj7

C

You have to wash the car, take the kiddies to the park

Fmaj7

G

C

Don't marry her, fuck me

C

G

Those lovely Sunday mornings

Fmaj7

G

With breakfast brought in bed

Fmaj7

C

D

G

Those blackbirds look like knitting needles trying to peck your head

C

G

Fmaj7

G

Those birds will peck your soul out and throw away the key

Fmaj7

G

C

Don't marry her, fuck me

C

G

And the kitchen's always tidy

Fmaj7

G

And The bathroom's always clean

Fmaj7

C

D

G

She's a diploma in "just hiding things", you've a first in "low esteem"

C

G

Fmaj7

G

When your socks smell of angels, but your life smells of Brie

Fmaj7

G

C

Don't marry her, fuck me

C

Fmaj7

C

And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco Bay

Fmaj7

C

And you realise you can't make it anyway

Fmaj7

C

You have to wash the car, take the kiddies to the park

Fmaj7

G

C

Don't marry her, fuck me

C

Fmaj7

C

And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco Bay

Fmaj7

C

And you realise you can't make it anyway

Fmaj7

C

You have to wash the car, take the kiddies to the park

Fmaj7

G

C

Don't marry her, fuck me

Capo II

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Bm

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Intro pattern (no capo):

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D

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G

You can't write a novel from a briefcase

Bm

G

A

You can write a poem from a trench

Bm

G

A

You can dream a dream from "A" to "B"

D

A

G

But you can't catch a bus from a bench You don't back a horse called Striding Snail You don't name your boat Titanic II So why when I see your happy smiling face Do I always end up singing Little Blue

D

G

Little Blue, how do you do

Em

Your smile looks like heaven

A

D

but your eyes hold a storm about to brew

G

Little Blue

Em

How can a flower so pretty

A

Be so laden down with dew

D

Little Blue

Bb

Am

How can a flower so beautiful

Bb

Am

Be so laden down with dew

D

Little Blue You can't build a brewery on a cemetery You can build a pub on a church And people fall quicker than buildings do You have to decide what comes first You don't call a plane the Flying Roman 'Cause the Romans always walked and never flew So why when I see your happy smiling face Do I always end up singing Little Blue Little Blue, how do you do Your smile looks like heaven But your eyes hold a storm about to brew Little Blue How can a flower so pretty Be so laden down with dew Little Blue

A

G

Bm

G

A

D

A

G

Well Bukowski wrote a story from a barstool

Bm

G

A

And Keats from the top of a hill

Bm

G

A

So I'm going to save my special song for you

D

A

From a grave where it's quiet and it's chill

Bb6

Am

'Cause there's a queue of clouds assembled

Bb6

Am

On the horizon of your smile

Bb6

Am

When most think that you're holding back

G

A

I know you're holding bile Little Blue, how do you do Your smile looks like heaven But your eyes hold a storm about to brew Little Blue How can a flower so pretty Be so laden down with dew Little Blue How can a flower so beautiful Be so laden down with dew Little Blue

Am

They could be fat or could be thin

Dm

F

They could be black, they could be white

Am

Dm

F

Tell me who's knocking at the knocking shop door tonight

Am

Not much a door can do but open or close

Dm

F

Those things are above doors

Am

Not much legs can do but open or close

Dm

F

Those things are above us whores

G

So imagine a mirror

F

Bigger than the room it was placed in

G

F

Imagine my wish for a future that cannot hold my wish

Am

Dm

Imagine the want to hold a rod that cannot hold a fish

F

G

Imagine a rod that cannot hold a fish

Am

Dm

F

Am

They could be lonely or could be bust

Dm

F

They could be tack, they could be real

Am

Dm

F

They do have feelings, but just right now I feel

Am

A feminine receptacle, that's just what I am

Dm

F

Those things are above us whores

Am

Just the best target practice, for a misguided man

Dm

F

Those things are above us whores

G

So imagine a mirror

F

Bigger than the room it was placed in

G

F

Imagine my wish for a future that cannot hold my wish

Am

Dm

Imagine the want to hold a rod that cannot hold a fish

F

G

Imagine a rod that cannot hold a fish

Capo III

Am

Eyes to take you dancing

Dm/a

Mouth to leave your wife

G5

Em

Legs to run away with, and you wonder why

Am

Dm/a

Heart that makes you bypass every other girl

G5

Em

Smile that keeps you grinning at the madness of this world

Am

Em

And like the blackbird on the wire

Am

Em

I will not take prey on you

Em

Am

You wouldn't want me to

B

Em

For I'm too soft for such a thing

Am

Em

And like the blackbird on the wire

Am

Em

I just watch you by

Em

Am

The tears I knew I'd cry

B

Em

Fall unnoticed down below And with a tongue built from quick silver And a character of steel They actually come and ask me how I feel And like the blackbird on the wire I will not take prey on you You wouldn't want me to For I'm too soft for such a thing And like the blackbird on the wire I just watch you by The tears I knew I'd cry Fall unnoticed down below

Am

Down below Down below Down below

Oh, yeah... Well, sitting in a bar alone where no-one knows your name Is like laying in a graveyard wide awake You're scared that if you cough or yawn you might wake up the dead So pretend to read a paper or just drink instead I'm a stand-up comedian, but I'd sit down if I could The world just seems to want folk like me to stand And the punch-lines seem to disappear like clouds across the sky And the laughter could be real or could be canned Rum by the kettle drum Whiskey by the jar At Liar's Bar... Well, living with a lying man could never really hurt But living with a drunk one, no-one deserves And you're looking for your husband, you're not sure he's still alive Don't bother with the cemetery, he'll be down at Liar's Dive I'm a travelling businessman, I just stopped in for one drink You'll find that I'm not like the other men Their noses are red, whilst mine is only pink And they didn't choose their drink, their drink chose them Rum by the kettle drum Whiskey by the jar At Liar's Bar... And the grave-digger's smiling at his reflection in his spade He's visiting the seediest, the shallowest of graves The vocal chords of elephants and the characters of mice They're singing, "Whisky, whisky", so good they named it twice And son, this is rule one... Well, I don't pass buildings with lights on; if I said that I did, I'd have lied 'Cause what looks like a Chinese restaurant may have Chinese New Year inside And son, all my life I've been searching the bars I've been in, I forget The lights outside ever brighter, but a light on the inside not yet Rum by the kettle drum Whiskey by the jar At Liar's Bar... And he's a world-wide traveller, he's not like me or you But he comes in mighty regular for one who's passing through That one came in his work clothes, he's missed his last bus home He's missed a hell of a lot of buses for a man who wants to roam You'll never get to Rome, son And son, this is rule two... If I look rough, I am rough, if I look sad I am If I look broke, I am broke, just a broke-down piece of man And I don't mean to get sad on you all, but this is the truth... I've turned over enough leaves to fill an autumn; if I had one final wish I'd be your slave for a decade if you could take me away from this pish If you took me away from this, I'd be different, you'd see 'Cause I didn't choose a drink, a drink just chose me Rum by the kettle drum Whiskey by the jar At Liar's Bar... Well, I'm smoking like a chimney and I'm drinking like a fish At Liar's Bar...

C

Fmaj7

Cmaj7

Fmaj7

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C

Fmaj7

And the women tug their hair

Cmaj7

Fmaj7

Like they're trying to prove it won't fall out

C

Fmaj7

Cmaj7

Fmaj7

C

Fmaj7

And all the men are gargoyles

Cmaj7

Fmaj7

Dipped long in Irish stout

C

Fmaj7

Cmaj7

Fmaj7

G

The whole place is pickled

G

Am

The people are pickles for sure

G

And no-one knows if they've done more here

C

E7

Than they ever would do in a jar

Am

C

This could be Rotterdam or anywhere

Am

C

Liverpool or Rome

Am

C

'Cause Rotterdam is anywhere

D7

G7

Anywhere alone

G7

Anywhere alone And everyone is blond And everyone is beautiful And when blond and beautiful are multiple They become so dull and dutiful And when faced with dull and dutiful They fire red warning flares Battle-khaki personality With red underwear This could be Rotterdam or anywhere Liverpool or Rome 'Cause Rotterdam is anywhere Anywhere alone Anywhere alone The whole place is pickled The people are pickles for sure And no-one knows if they've done more here Than they ever would do in a jar This could be Rotterdam or anywhere Liverpool or Rome 'Cause Rotterdam is anywhere Anywhere alone This could be Rotterdam or anywhere Liverpool or Rome 'Cause Rotterdam is anywhere Anywhere alone Anywhere alone

G

D

Em

F

C

x2

G

D

Em

Build your dream castle out of sand

F

C

G

It's bound to get washed up anyway

D

Em

Dream your dreams out of last week

F

C

G

They're bound to have come up yesterday

C

D

If you want to give them flowers

C

D

Make them paper ones you send

C

D

Live your life a jigsaw

C

G

Am

It goes back in the box, in the end

G

D

Em

Build your dream heart from plasticine

F

C

G

'Cause you're putty in their hands

D

Em

Mould your ambition in concrete

F

C

G

'Cause you'll only land in quicksand

C

D

Carve your dough from play-dough

C

D

'Cause they'll roll you into a ball

C

D

Make your friends from Lego

C

G

Am

'Cause Lego makes a wall

G

'Cause when you build big houses

C

The paintings get stolen

G

The devil says he's silver

C

When you know that he is golden

Em

When papier mache heads make more sense than the sun

C

Em

Giving teacher apples could be fun or could be dumb

G

D

Em

F

C

G

D

Em

F

C

G

C

D

Build your planes from Airfix

C

D

'Cause you'll only lose the war

C

D

Write your love letters on rice paper

C

G

Am

At least you'll feed the poor

G

D

Em

Build your dream castle out of sand

F

C

G

It's bound to get washed up anyway

D

Em

Dream your dreams out of last week

F

C

G

They're bound to have come up yesterday

F

C

G

They're bound to have come up yesterday

F

C

G

Verse 1

Like the contents of your handbag You don't know why it's there People ask you where you're heading You just answer, "Anywhere" We don't mean to be this vague It just happens that we are No one asked us to elaborate We just shrug our shoulders and be

Pre-Chorus 1

And like the stories that just happened No one thought of, no one planned We could have ruled, we could have conquered Then we could have been a man We could be ex-husband We could be ex-wife But no one looks at a menu In a greasy spoon life

Chorus

Alone, alone Half an hour is seven hours One day is several months Alone, alone A month is a calendar A year can be a decade spent alone

Verse 2

He knows, 'Hello' in eighteen languages 'I love you' in only one By the time he's got his phrasebook The chance is usually gone And we feel ourselves quite prepared But quite prepared for what? We always took the lead Before we actually knew the plot

Pre-Chorus 2

And you can tell where we've been shopping By the bags beneath our eyes Make-up shoulders burden But the smile never lies We could be ex-husband We could be ex-wife But no one looks at the menu In a greasy spoon life

Chorus

Verse 3

So empty at the airport You don't set off the doors We used to feel like chorus girls And now we feel like whores Hearts built like reservoirs Words built like dams Thoughts built like juggernauts Our actions built like prams

Pre-Chorus 3

And when the wind blows into our face We should be warmer and not colder Well, what price the charges On this cargo that we shoulder We could be ex-husband We could be ex-wife But no one looks at the menu In a greasy spoon life

Chorus

Bridge

And we only smoke when bored So we do two packs a day And we've lost the difference Between bored and lonely anyway

Outro

Alone, alone Alone, alone Alone, alone

Beautiful South : Blue Is The Colour

Don't Marry Her

Little Blue

Mirror

Blackbird On The Wire

Liars' Bar

Rotterdam (Or Anywhere)

Foundations

Alone