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Belle and Sebastian : This Is Just A Modern Rock Song
1998

  1. This Is Just A Modern Rock Song
  2. I Know Where The Summer Goes
  3. The Gate
  4. Slow Graffiti

This Is Just A Modern Rock Song

Capo:
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C
Emma tried to run away
G
I followed her across the city
F
She went out to the Easter house
C
'Cause she liked the sound of it She didn't have a single penny She stuck a finger in the air She's trying to flag down an aeroplane I suppose she needs a holiday I put my arm around her waist She put me on the ground with judo She didn't recognise my face She wasn't even looking Laura's feeling just ideal Her horoscope was nearly perfect She's thinking of something to do 'Cause she is the birthday girl She went out to the edge of town Where she saw me lying in the park She took Emma by the hand They've got a lot in common So I leave them to do what they want And I leave them to do what they need to I'll go and play with words and pictures I'll admit I'm feeling strange
Instrumental verse x4
I'm not as sad as Dostoyevsky And I'm not as clever as Mark Twain And I'll only buy a book for the way it looks And then I'll stick it on the shelf again Well I could tell you what I'm thinking But it never seems to do you good It's beyond me what a girl can see I'm only lucid when I'm riding buses This is just a modern rock song This is just a sorry lament We're four boys in our corduroys We're not terrific but we're competent Me I'm full of good intentions Richie's into rock and roll Stuart's staying in and he thinks it's a sin If he has to leave the house at all This is just a modern rock song This is just a tender affair Count three, four, we start to slow Because a song has got to stop somewhere

I Know Where The Summer Goes

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Bbsus2
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Bbsus2
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Bbsus2
I know where the summer goes
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Bbsus2
When you're having no fun, when you're under the thumb
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Bbsus2
I know where the summer dwells
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Bbsus2
C
Bb
Am
Gm
When your underarm smells and your kitchen looks like hell...
F
Bbsus2
I know where the summer goes
F
Bbsus2
If you're scraping a pot, and your head is hot
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Bbsus2
Put your head down, put your thumbs up girl
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Bbsus2
C
Bb
With the smell of hot desk, and the glitter of your step
Am
Gm
He was right, he was right
Bb
He's the guru of the city
F
Bb
No one told the city councillors I know, you can tell me again I've got my mobile phone, it's full of silicon chips No one likes a smart-arse, but I've seen a pattern emerge, I will race you up the hill Where the boy who made records Out of postcard messages And flowering cherries rain on kids like you
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Eb
Bb
Eb
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Eb
Bb
F
Look twice at the kid with the crimped And overheated hair, they ran a book on his looks Odds on was the noble pose And the denim hard riff of the Irish Troubadour But the boy came from nowhere To steal the hearts from lassies In the lavvies of the club tonight
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Bbsus2
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Bbsus2

The Gate

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G
G
A
D
A
G
In the hope I'll forget, I'll wait
D
A
G
It's a chance I'll take, oh yeah
D
A
G
In the hope I'll forget I'll wait
D
A
G
For the time In the spring I'll watch my step While the night-time passes by When a smile suits me all alone I'll be fine
A
There's got to be a better song to sing
G
Before I hang upon your shoulder
G
A
Telling the truth it may be bolder this time
D
A
There's got to be a better song to sing
G
That makes a lonely one less cold oh
G
A
Before I hang upon your shoulder and cry
Instrumental verse
Watching friends playing in the dirt Feeling hard but feeling hurt By the sadness that wastes my time It's a crime Counting acts which I must add To collect sad memories From a past I'd soon forget Swap or leave There's got to be a better song to sing Before I hang upon your shoulder Telling the truth it may be bolder this time There's got to be a better song to sing That makes a lonely one less cold oh Before I hang upon your shoulder and cry At the gate I'll wave goodbye To the friends that were my lies And I'll see them off at dawn Feeling wise Feeling wise Feeling wise
D
A
G
D

Slow Graffiti

Capo:
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C
G
There's a portrait in a back room
F
Which I'll kip for days upon
C
Bb
Which I relent and gaze for hours on
Am
F
The muscle, skin and bone
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F
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G
F
Of some imaginary friend
C
G
So how about it? Show me please
F
How I will look in twenty years
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Bb
And let me please interpret history
Am
F
In every line and scar
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F
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F
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G
That's painted there in front of me
C
G
It doesn't matter what I'm thinking
F
What I tell myself to do
C
F
I end up calling
C
G
I stay in to defrost the fridge
F
Now the kid has gone to bed
C
Bb
A feeling of dread, at least when she's around
Am
F
The trouble's there, it's worse to wake up
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F
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G
F
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G
F
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G
G
With her falling round the room
C
F
Listen Johnny, you're like a mother
C
F
To the girl you've fallen for
C
F
And you're still falling
C
G
Listen Johnny, you're like a mother
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To the girl you've fallen for
C
Bb
And you're still falling and if they come tonight
Am
F
You'll roll up tight and take
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| ... Whatever's coming to you boy