Chordproc: Beautiful South : Blue Is The Colour

Beautiful South : Blue Is The Colour


  1. Don't Marry Her
  2. Little Blue
  3. Mirror
  4. Blackbird On The Wire
  5. Liars' Bar
  6. Rotterdam (Or Anywhere)
  7. Foundations
  8. Alone

Don't Marry Her

C
G
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



Little Blue

Capo II
D
|
A
G
Bm
|
G
A
Bm
|
G
A
D
|
A
G
Intro pattern (no capo):
E(vii)
B(vii)
A(v)
C#m(iv)
A(v)
B(vii)
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|----9--------------|-------------------|----------5-----5--|----------------7--|
|----------9--------|-------8--------6--|-------------6-----|-------------------|
|----------------9--|-------------------|----6--------------|----7--------9-----|
|-------7-----7-----|----9--------7-----|-4-----------------|-------------------|
|-0-----------------|-7--------5--------|-------------------|-5--------7--------|
C#m(iv)
A(v)
B(vii)
E(vii)
B(vii)
A(v)
|-------4-----------|-------5-----------|-------------------|-------------------|
|----------5-----5--|----------------7--|-------9-----------|-------------------|
|-------------6-----|-------------------|----------9-----9--|-------8--------6--|
|----6--------------|----7--------9-----|-------------9-----|-------------------|
|-4-----------------|-------------------|----7--------------|----9--------7-----|
|-------------------|-5--------7--------|-0-----------------|-7--------5--------|
E(vii)
B(vii)
A(v)
C#m(iv)
A(v)
B(vii)
|-------------------|-------------------|-------4-----------|-------5-----------|
|-------9-----------|-------------------|----------5-----5--|----------------7--|
|----------9-----9--|-------8--------6--|-------------6-----|-------------------|
|-------------9-----|-------------------|----6--------------|----7--------9-----|
|----7--------------|----9--------7-----|-4-----------------|-------------------|
|-0-----------------|-7--------5--------|-------------------|-5--------7--------|
C#m(iv)
A(v)
B(vii)
E(vii)
B(vii)
A(v)
|-------4-----------|-------5-----------|-------------------|-------------------|
|----------5-----5--|----------------7--|-------9-----------|-------------------|
|-------------6-----|-------------------|----------9-----9--|-------8--------6--|
|----6--------------|----7--------9-----|-------------9-----|-------------------|
|-4-----------------|-------------------|----7--------------|----9--------7-----|
|-------------------|-5--------7--------|-0-----------------|-7--------5--------|
D
A
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



Mirror

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



Blackbird On The Wire

Capo III
Am
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



Liars' Bar

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...



Rotterdam (Or Anywhere)

C
Fmaj7
Cmaj7
Fmaj7
E|--------0----------|--------0----------|
B|-----/5-1----------|----0---1----------|
G|-----/5-2---2---0--|----0---2---2---0--| x4
D|--------3-----3----|--------3-----3----|
A|--3----------------|--3----------------|
E|-------------------|-------------------|
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



Foundations

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



Alone

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