elbow – Fly Boy Blue Lunette (Guitar)

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Note: The last chord of the Lunette part (G) is optional, as it is not played in the original song. It is, however, the most logical way to end the song, so that's why I put it there. Fly Boy Blue G minor, 4/4, 140bpm

Gm
It's a lethal ballet

Air traffic congestion I'm having a baby Second thoughts, scotch, dinner and

D
Someone's dancing on the box

A former MP and no one's watching

   Eb
My oldest friends are a serious habit

Fly boy blue, so bring your faces

D
Home to my sweet trampoline

And acres of crash site love Gm

D
Someone's dancing on the box

A former MP and no one's watching

   Eb
My oldest friends are a serious habit

Fly boy blue, so bring your faces

D
Home to my sweet trampoline

And acres of crash site love Gm D Eb D

Gm
Presidential delays

Suppose I'm just lucky l'm having a shindig Me, Red Bob and The Ivory Host

    D
And someone's shouting on the box

A chinless prefect gone Godzilla

   Eb
My newest friends have forgotten my name

But so have I so far so good and home

D
You and me trampoline

And oceans of crash site love Gm D Eb D Lunette G major, 3/4, 140bpm C G Em D (3x)

C
What can be said of the cigarettes smoked

  G
A prop for a joke or a mark on the clock

     Em
If I stopped would the bus ever come

                    D
Would the dawn ever kiss me forgivingly knowing what's done 

          C
Would the drivel make scribble, make sense and then song

          G
Would the woodbines denied black another man's lungs

   Em
Perverse as it may sound I sometimes believe

    D
The tip to my lips just reminds me to breathe

C
What can be said of the whiskey and wine

G
Random abandon or ballast for joy

         Em
That was scuppered with trust little more than a boy 

      D
And besides I'm in excellent company

    C
I'm reaching the age when decisions are made 

       G
on the life and the liver and I'm sure, last ditch 

          Em
that I'll ask for more time, but Mother forgive me

  D
I still want a bottle of good Irish whiskey

      C                                G
And a bundle of smokes in my grave

          Em 
But there isn't words yet for the comfort I get

         D
From the gentle lunette at the top of the nape 

       C                  
of the neck that I wake to

    G
And where are the words for the leap in my chest

     Em
When mischief appears either side of the scar 

        D
on your nose, made by a rose thorn

       C                       (G)
So you claim, by a rose thorn