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Little Comets - The Isles
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Key of E
Ear-transcribed on ukulele by Neil Killer.
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Alternately, you can change every second chord to an , as in
- - - . The (-) accent is played after every B chord, but I have
marked it where it is most strongly heard.
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INTRO:
- - -
VERSE 1:
(-)
Economic downturn you can get a job
Apologetic parents you can get a job
(-)
Sometimes I m feeling just like Cupid with a bow and arrow
And I m firing it at people who remain too shallow
CHORUS:
In the B R I T I say British Isles
The streets are bleak, the kids are running wild
VERSE 2:
(-)
Terror on the pavement, panic in the street
Tension in the twisted silence of our sheets
Sometimes I lie awake for hours, feeling so synthetic
While my eyes are screaming out for something way more epic
CHORUS:
It s the B R I T I say British Isles
The streets are bleak, the kids are running wild
Terribly bold they try so hard
Never look up to see the stars
In the B R I T I say British Isles
BRIDGE:
Leeds screaming, Bristol torn
Belfast and Hull forlorn
Oxford dreaming in denial
With all it s gleaming spires
Stoke bleeding, Glasgow yawns
Dundee and Cardiff mourn
York breaking, Sheffield cries
All fears are multiplied
CHORUS:
In the B R I T I say British Isles
The streets are bleak, the kids are running wild
Terribly bold they try so hard
Never look up to see the stars
In the B R I T I say British Isles
OUTRO:
- - -
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Key of E
Ear-transcribed on ukulele by Neil Killer.
------------------------------
Alternately, you can change every second chord to an , as in
- - - . The (-) accent is played after every B chord, but I have
marked it where it is most strongly heard.
------------------------------
INTRO:
- - -
VERSE 1:
(-)
Economic downturn you can get a job
Apologetic parents you can get a job
(-)
Sometimes I m feeling just like Cupid with a bow and arrow
And I m firing it at people who remain too shallow
CHORUS:
In the B R I T I say British Isles
The streets are bleak, the kids are running wild
VERSE 2:
(-)
Terror on the pavement, panic in the street
Tension in the twisted silence of our sheets
Sometimes I lie awake for hours, feeling so synthetic
While my eyes are screaming out for something way more epic
CHORUS:
It s the B R I T I say British Isles
The streets are bleak, the kids are running wild
Terribly bold they try so hard
Never look up to see the stars
In the B R I T I say British Isles
BRIDGE:
Leeds screaming, Bristol torn
Belfast and Hull forlorn
Oxford dreaming in denial
With all it s gleaming spires
Stoke bleeding, Glasgow yawns
Dundee and Cardiff mourn
York breaking, Sheffield cries
All fears are multiplied
CHORUS:
In the B R I T I say British Isles
The streets are bleak, the kids are running wild
Terribly bold they try so hard
Never look up to see the stars
In the B R I T I say British Isles
OUTRO:
- - -