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Boots Met My Face (album)
Admiral Fallow
Admiral Fallow 
Boots Met My Face (2010)
Lo-Five Records

Album Chords

 1.  Dead Agaisnt Smoking
 2.  Squealing Pigs
 3.  Subbuteo
 4.  Delivered
 5.  These Barren Years
 6.  Old Balloons
 7.  Bomb Through The Town
 8.  Four Bulbs
 9.  Taste The Coast
10. Dead Leg
11. The Sad Clown Cast

Tabbed By Ross McKay.
Music By Admiral Fallow.





1. Dead Against Smoking 
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Chords are 100% correct and are in the same key as in the album. 
To play the guitar the same as like in the song just play the first 3 strings of 
the chord then the bass note

CAPO 5

    C: x32010
    G: 32000x
   Am: x02210
    D: xx0232

Intro: G - C - G - C - G

G                                         C
You sleep like a kid with one hand stuck fast to the side of your face.
G                                         C                              Am    -    D
Backside in the air, mouth half open, but still filled with grace.

G                                                   C
And you seem so happy as your skin turns the colour of a violet-golden sky.
G                                               C
And it cuts me up when we fight and go to bed facing opposite sides.

G                     C
You're like gasoline. 
C                           G
You're like the willow tree.
G                           C
You're like a split-screen.
D                           G
But you're the green in me.

G                                                             C
And you smoke when you're hurt or bored or out with friends, but I don't mind.
G                                                          C 
Who cares if the big 'C' comes? We're young, we're having some lovely times.

G                                                                          C 
You frown as the clouds bring you down, drop to your knees and scream "Oh, my God".
G
But you really shouldn't bother, there's bigger things going on
C
you little sod, you little sod

G                     C
You're like gasoline. 
C                           G
You're like the willow tree.
G                           C
You're like a split-screen.
D                           G
But you're the green in me.

G                     C
You're like gasoline. 
C                           G
You're like the willow tree.
G                           C
You're like a split-screen.
D                           G
But you're the green in me.

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2. Squealing Pigs 
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CAPO: 5

C F C F C

C                              F           C
Make a cup with your hands to take a drink
C                           F         C
In the same way that your father did
C                            F          C
And throw a stone upon the river's lid
C                           F
Watch the circles take you home

C                            F              C
Blow the smoke and watch it leave your lungs
C                           F              C
And high or not, think of what you've done
C                         F                C
Have you not considered life beneath the thumb?
C                       F
Or flying solo in your home?

C                               F           C
'Cause sometimes it's who, not what you do
C                                               F             C
Just because your father did doesn't mean that you should too
C                 F      C
I don't want to lose you
C                       F
Don't go away from here

         F       C          G      C
It's that sinking feeling of being alone
             F                C
And it's the way it makes you screech
               G     G/Ab   Am
And pulls the skin off your bones
Am                  F                     F       G
And I can't help but think, as I pick my mouth off the floor;
     Am        F            G       C
Will you still know me in a year?

C                      F             C
Don't you think about your actions?
C                F              C
Counter-weight dire reactions?
C                     F          C
Zero soul, you're a loser's son
C                           F
But don't you go away from here

C                               F         C
Your mind's a mine-field in a minor way
C                               F            C
Don't just fall in like some mindless stray
C                                  F            C
"We're your friends, you see" is what they say
                        F
Don't you go away from here

                F       C          G      C
Yeah, it's that sinking feeling of being alone
             F                C
And it's the way it makes you screech
               G     G/Ab   Am
And pulls the skin off your bones
Am                  F                     F       G
And I can't help but think, as I pick my mouth off the floor;
     Am        F            G       
Will you still know me in a year?

Clarinet Solo:
F G C F C F C F C F 

         F       C          G      C
It's that sinking feeling of being alone
             F                C
And it's the way it makes you screech
               G     G/Ab   Am
And pulls the skin off your bones
Am                  F                     F       G
And I can't help but think, as I pick my mouth off the floor;
     Am        F            G       C
Will you still know me in a year?


                F       C          G      C
Yeah, it's that sinking feeling of being alone
             F                C
And it's the way it makes you screech
               G     G/Ab   Am
And pulls the skin off your bones
Am                  F                     F       G
And I can't help but think, as I pick my mouth off the floor;
     Am        F            G       
Will you still know me in a year?

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3. Subbuteo
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Chords are 100% correct and are in the same key as in the album. 
In the song the way 'Louis' plays the guitar is in a arpeggio style which can be 
slightly played to sound similar to the song by picking the chord notes.

  E: 022100
C#m: x46654
  B: 224442
 B7: 224242
  A: x02220

Verse 1:

D
Hello, my chum
                                       Bm 
It's me and I'm banging on your door
           A
It's been far too long
                                             G
Since we set the leaves alight down on the floor

      D
I've returned for a while
       Bm
To the concrete that once claimed my knees
          A
And the stones my hands owned
                                    G
As I sent them toward windows and trees

Middle 8:

          Em
Towering trees
           A   -   A7   -   D
Towering trees

Verse: 2

D
There are bangers in the wheely bins
                                   Bm
Lazer pens shone through the glass
    A
And BB after BB fired
                                  G
From behind the wall beyond the grass

             D
And though boots met my face
                                  Bm
And knuckles cracked me black as coal
        A
I care not for the mindless
                                 G
Who poked fear at my sorry soul

Middle 8:

    Em
My soul
     A   -   A7
My soul

Verse 3:

                D
And I miss the rain on the roof
                                   Bm
Pitstop paths and whistling streams
               A
I miss the Coldstream chips
                                G
The red subbuteo team painted green

D
Built on back fields,
                              Bm
It seemed a thorn in my child side
                   A
Instead became a grit-soaked playground
                                  G
Where the propers and the poor collide

Bridge:
         D
Oh, it might sound dull
                                  Bm
But dull's sometimes all we have
           A
Yeah, it might sound dull
                         G
But dull's all we ever have

Refrain:
          D
Sometimes I talk with the meter
                                   Bm
Of a bingo caller's east-end drawl
                  A
Who cares; we're all just trying to float
             A                 G
While everything seems set to fall

Middle 8:

   Em
So hard
 A   -   A7
So hard 

Ending is based around the main chords. To achieve end drum effect play 'C#m' once 
then into fret noise in time with the drum.

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4. Delivered
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CAPO: 4

D              G
These walls are reddish-brown
D          G
Ready to be bulldozed down
D                 G
And softly torn to pieces
          G                A
In slow motion, there's no sound

     D            G
Got metal in your arteries
D                  G
Cameras in your blood stream
D                     G
Heartbeats from your battery's
G           A
Limited reserve

Em      F#m  G
This is your end
Em      F#m  G
This is your end

            D     G    D     G
You're delivered

D               G
You've sung the glories
      D                G
Lived a million short stories
        D               G
And the tales that you told will
        G            A
No doubt outlast your years
 
        D         G
But the heavy led arteries
        D               G
And the cameras in your blood stream
        D                    G
And the heartbeats from your batteries
        G          G          A
Ticking slower and slower and still

Em      F#m  G
This is your end
Em      F#m  G
This is your end
Em      F#m  G
This is your end

You're delivered

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5. These Barren Years
___________________________________________________________________________________
CAPO: 4

C                      F
Pepper your paper with spelling mistakes
C                           F
Befriend the popular and piss-rip the geeks
G                             F
Catwalk your blue shoes for attention's sake
G                          F
Sniff up the glue pots and put on the shakes

C                                F
Line up the punch lines till the class cracks up
C                                F
You keep your head low, till the pressure's stopped
G                                  F
Pull all the stops out for future 'Wife of the Month'
G                           F
Promise to hold her through blindness and health


And we'll sing
C                  F
Grow old with me (we'll share the pitfalls)
C                   F
We'll fill the sea (answer the cat calls)
C                      F
We'll watch the world (fall from the inside)
C                      F                    F  G  C
We'll watch the world (fall from the inside)

C                  F
How long will this last?
C                  F
How long will this last?
G                               F
How long will this last; these, the barren years?
G                               F
Promise to hold her through these barren years

And we'll sing
C                  F
Grow old with me (we'll share the pitfalls)
C                   F
We'll fill the sea (answer the cat calls)
C                      F
We'll watch the world (fall from the inside)
C                      F                    F  G  C
We'll watch the world (fall from the inside)

C                  F
Grow old with me (we'll share the pitfalls)
C                   F
We'll fill the sea (answer the cat calls)
C                      F
We'll watch the world (fall from the inside)
C                      F                    F  G  C
We'll watch the world (fall from the inside)

C                  F
Grow old with me (we'll share the pitfalls)
C                   F
We'll fill the sea (answer the cat calls)
C                      F
We'll watch the world (fall from the inside)
C                      F                    F  G  C
We'll watch the world (fall from the inside)

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6. Old Balloons
___________________________________________________________________________________

G
Throw them down your throat.
Many rivers to cross.
Laugh under granite-grey skies,
            C      G
As if it's their loss.

G
Slip on your floor; bound aftermath.
That which has stolen your years.
Son, don't become one more shadow.
                 C     
Don't drop your anchor here.
                 G
Don't drop your anchor here.

G
Broken down liver and withered frame.
Lungs wrinkled like old balloons.
Dampen your spirits by sunrise
C                 G
And swear at the moon.
      
         G                   C                          Em
'Cause sometimes it's like trying to breathe through a pillow,
C                                                 G
Trying to dance on the tightrope in the pouring rain.
G                     C                         Em
Sometimes it's like, like you're treading on egg-shells,
C                                              G
Trying to floss up your top-set with a rusty chain.

G  -  C x8 

C  -  D  -  Em  -  D  -  Dsus4

C  -  D  -  G

C  -  D  -  Em  -  D  -  Dsus4

G  -  C  -  D x4

G



      C  D          G
It's all because of you (x6)

G  -  Em  -  D

C  -  D  -  Em  -  D  -  Dsus4

C  -  D  -  G


  G                   C                          Em
Sometimes it's like trying to breathe through a pillow,
C                                                 G
Trying to dance on the tightrope in the pouring rain.
G                     C                         Em
Sometimes it's like, like you're treading on egg-shells,
C                                              G
Trying to floss up your top-set with a rusty chain.

  G                   C                          Em
Sometimes it's like trying to breathe through a pillow,
C                                                 G
Trying to dance on the tightrope in the pouring rain.
G                     C                         Em
Sometimes it's like, like you're treading on egg-shells,
C                                              G
Trying to floss up your top-set with a rusty chain.

G - A - C - B - F - G x2 (Single Notes)

G   -   C

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7. Bomb Through The Town
___________________________________________________________________________________

Chords are 100% correct and are in the same key as in the album. 
To play the guitar the same as like in the song just arpeggiate around the chords.
To perfect, listen to 'http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2tIUkILPQMs' 

CAPO 2

    C: x3201x
Gadd4: 32001x
    G: 32000x
   Am: x02210
Dsus2: xx0230

Intro: C - G - Gadd4

Verse 1:

C                       Gadd4    -    G
What kind of sadness is this?

C                            Gadd4    -    G
Two real good friends with nothing to say
     C
And I'll fly through the crowd
   Am
At 45 degrees
     Dsus2
On my knees
         C    -    G  
To your door
         C    -    G  
To your door


C                    Gadd4    -    G
Swallow my jealousy whole

C                       Gadd4    -    G
Green turns through valour
Gadd4          G
Harbours in gold
     C
And I'll bomb through the town
   Am
At a rate of noughts
       Dsus2
Fingers crossed
         G
To your door

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8. Four Bulbs
___________________________________________________________________________________

Chords are 100% correct and are in the same key as in the album. 
To play the guitar the same as like in the song just arpeggiate around the chords.

CAPO 3

    C: x3201x
F7M  : xx321x
    G: 32000x

Intro: C - F7M   - C - F7M   - G

Verse 1:

C
And I wake to the wail.
     F7M        C         F7M   
Like moan of a bus as it groans to a standstill,
             G            C             
Around the block from the place that I'll leave soon;
F7M         C     F7M             C            G         C     
Four bulbs later, bulbs from the lamp that my dad bought me.

         C                         F7M              C
So I'll hit the ground running and tear up the streets.
         F7M            C                      G
But complain about my face and the pain in my feet,
       C                   F7M                 C
As I notch up another year until we're all past it.
        F7M               C               G           C
And the noose around my neck's tightened too much to take.

Refrain:

F7M    G     C
Oohh, Oohh, Oohh

Verse 2:

C
And I wake to the wail.
     F7M        C         F7M   
Like moan of a bus as it groans to a standstill,
             G            C             
Around the block from the place that I'll leave soon;
F7M         C     F7M             C            G         C     
Four bulbs later, bulbs from the lamp that my dad bought me.

         C                         F7M              C
So I'll hit the ground running and tear up the streets.
         F7M            C                      G
But complain about my face and the pain in my feet,
       C                   F7M                 C
As I notch up another year until we're all past it.
        F7M               C               G           C
And the noose around my neck's tightened too much to take.

Refrain:

F7M    G     C
Oohh, Oohh, Oohh

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9. Taste The Coast
___________________________________________________________________________________

Chords are 100% correct and are in the same key as in the album. 

CAPO 2

  C: X32010
  D: XX0232
Em: 022000
  G: 320003
Bm: 224432

Intro: G - C - D

G                 C                D
Flick the little moles that move
G                                   C                 D
Hide your face with your heavy woolen hood
G                                C                       D
Don't worry chum, the wind will pick up soon

                C                  D        G
They'll be gone, we'll be free, walk on

G                              C                       D
Gulp down the salt sea air and taste the coast
G                                  C                          D
The land that brought you up, taught you the most
G                                               C                   D
And named your name, gave you chances no one knows

                  C                    D        G
You're with me, climb that tree, climb on

C          D        Bm         C
Days go by, but I'm behind
             C                 D              Bm
I've got to pick up my feet, keep moving
C                    D
There's no need to worry
         Bm             C
We're not in any hurry
C      D           G
You, boy, are home

G                                    C                            D
Rest your nose upon the cheeks of the ones you love
G                                     C                        D
Smell sickly sweet breath when the morning comes
G                                                      C                     D
And you brush your thighs with your fingers and your thumbs
          C                     D                G
Drool away, count the days, till it's gone

C          D        Bm         C
Days go by, but I'm behind
             C                 D              Bm
I've got to pick up my feet, keep moving
C                    D
There's no need to worry
         Bm             C
We're not in any hurry
C      D           G
You, boy, are home

G                        C                 D
Back alone, like a stay at home bum
G                              C                     D
You drink until you're met by midday sun
G                             C                    D
And dance until your very bones are numb
                       C                    D           G
At least you're free, come with me, come on


C          D        Bm         C
Days go by, but I'm behind
             C                 D              Bm
I've got to pick up my feet, keep moving
C                    D
There's no need to worry
         Bm             C
We're not in any hurry
C      D           G
You, boy, are home

C          D        Bm     C
Days go by, but I'm behind
                C         D          G
I've got to pick up my feet, keep moving
C                   D
There's no need to worry
Bm                     C
We're not in any hurry
C      D           G      Em
You, boy, are home
       D           G
You, boy, are home
Em   D            C        Cm
You, boy, are home

C             D
It's just no life
             Bm
Glued to old outtakes
              C            
Deleted scenes of your favourite show
C          D
Just no life
            Bm
Glued to old outtakes
             C
Deleted scenes

(Repeat x3)


C          D        Bm         C
Days go by, but I'm behind
             C                 D              Bm
I've got to pick up my feet, keep moving
C                    D
There's no need to worry
         Bm             C
We're not in any hurry
C      D           G
You, boy, are home

___________________________________________________________________________________


10. Dead Leg
___________________________________________________________________________________

C#m     A       E     A
You have grown up.
              E               A
Smoke-stack shadows in your eyes.
            E               A
And with annual courtroom ties,
      E                    A
Cigarette burns in your clothes,
        E                 A
Sugar spoons and frozen toes.
C#m     A    E      A      E       A

And as for love;
C#m    A          E      A
Oh God, you farce.
            E                  A
Taught and brought up on your verse.
           E               A
Breaking rank deserves a curse.

E       A     E
Go home now son.
        E                 A
I've forbidden what you love.
            E                     A
Break your own glass with your glove.

F#m - A - C#m

         E     A          E        A
So you make blue the air.
           E                  A
And with hands, in pockets, clenched;
           E             A
Swear to brutalise his wench,
           E               A
Burn some holes into his floor,
       E               A
Maybe petrol bomb his door.
F#m
Maybe not.
E
Maybe not.
C#m                  E        A
'Cause that's youth today;
           E         A            E             A
They will fall on anyone in the name of having fun
            E                A
Or is it pressure from you peers?
        E                  A
As the cries fall on deaf ears.
             F#m
What have I done?
             E      A      E     A
What have I done?

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11. The Sad Clown Cast
___________________________________________________________________________________

           F
And the fight dies 
          Bb
In the would be groomed
     F
And coals cool down 
         Bb
In the ruby loop 
      
     Gm
We got charcoal suits 
     Am
And join the maps
 Gm
Link an arm with 
   Am
The Sad Clown Cast
     Gm
And salute the ones
           Bb       F
Who have loved and lost
 
            F
Its like bedding down 
        Bb
In a fishbowl
        F
Single car verses 
     Bb
Telephone poles

      Gm
We got charcoal suits
     Am 
And join the maps
 Gm
Link an arm with 
      Am
The Sad Clown Cast
      Gm
And salute the ones
           Bb        F
Who have loved and lost

      Dm
Put up have you seen
      Bb
This wanted poster
      Dm
Collect watermarks 
      Bb
And place of coasters
Gm               Am
Ghost along the grey road
       Gm             F
To the box
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