Biography:
Elbow is an alternative rock band that got started in Bury, Greater Manchester, United Kingdom in 1990. Formed when its members were in sixth-form college, the group consists of Guy Garvey (vocals, guitar), Mark Potter (guitar, vocals), Pete Turner (bass), Craig Potter (keyboards) and Richard Jupp (drums). Over the band's twenty plus year career, it has released six studio albums and four EPs while also having over five top 40 singles in the U.K. alone.
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Other songs:
- Audience With The Pope
- Fugitive Motel
- Grounds For Divorce
- Grounds For Divorce (version 2)
- Leaders Of The Free World
- Mirrorball
- Mirrorball (version 2)
- One Day Like This
- One Day Like This (version 2)
- Red
- Some Riot
- Starlings
- The Fix
- The Lonliness Of A Tower Crane Driver
- Weather To Fly
- Golden Slumbers
- An Audience With The Pope
- An Imagined Affair
- Any Day Now
- Asleep In The Back
- Charge
- Colour Fields
- Dear Friends
- Everthere
- Fly Boy Blue Lunette
- Forget Myself
- Friends Of Ours
- Futitive Motel
- Gentle Storm
- Grace Under Pressure
- Great Expectations
- Jesus Is A Rochdale Girl
- K2
- Kindling
- Lippy Kids
- Little Fictions
- Magnificent She Says
- Magnificient She Says
- Montparnasse
- My Sad Captains
- My Very Best
- Neat Little Rows
- New York Morning
- Newborn
- Not A Job
- Open Arms
- Picky Bugger
- Powder Blue
- Real Life Angel Acoustic
- Scattered Black And Whites
- Station Approach
- Stops
- Switching Off
- The Birds
- The Blanket Of The Nights
- The Bones Of You
- The Loneliness Of A Tower Crane Driver
- The Seldom Seen Kid
- The Take Off And Landing Of Everything
- This Blue World
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Fly Boy Blue - Lunette
Elbow
Words and chords from previous versions; bridges by blb14cp
Gm
It's a lethal ballet
Air traffic congestion
I'm having a baby
Second thoughts, scotch, dinner
Dm
And someone's dancing on the box
A former MP
And no one's watching
Eb
My oldest friends are a serious habit
D7
Fly boy blue, so bring your faces home,
To my sweet trampoline
Gm
And acres of crash site love
Bridge 1
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G||--------10---|------------|---------10----|---------------|
D||-----------8-|10-8-10-8---|-----------8-10|11-11-11-11----|
A||-------------|------------|10-------------|---------------|
E||-------------|------------|---------------|---------------|
E||-------------|------------|---------------|----------------|
B||-------------|------------|---------------|----------------|
G||------10-----|------------|----12---------|----------------|
D||10---------8-|10-8-10-8---|------8-10-8-10|11-11-11-11-10-8|7
A||-------------|------------|10-------------|----------------|
E||-------------|------------|---------------|----------------|
Someone's dancing on the box
A former MP
And no one's watching
My oldest friends are a serious habit
Fly boy blue, so bring your faces home
To my sweet trampoline
And acres of crash site love
Bridge 2
E||-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
B||-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
G||-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
D||-----------------------------------7-5-7--5-7-8-5---5-7-8-7-5-4---7-5-7-4-5-7-5------|
A||----5--3-5-3-------5-3---3-5---8-5------8---------6-------------5--------------------|
E||3-6---6------6-3-6-----6-----3-------------------------------------------------------|
Presidential delays
Suppose I’m just lucky
l'm having a shin dig
Me, Red Bob and The Ivory Host
And someone’s shouting on the box
A chinless prefect gone Godzilla
My newest friends have forgotten my name
But so have I so far so good and home
You and me trampoline
And oceans of crash site love
Bridge 2
(play twice)
Cadd9 - G - Em - D
ooooooooh Lalalala Lalalala
Cadd9
What can be said of the cigarette smokes?
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, forgiven me, knowing what's done?
Cadd9
Would the drivel make scribble make sense and then song?
G
Would the woodbines denied like the northern man's thumbs?
Em
Perverse as it may sound I sometimes believe
D
The tip to my lips just reminds me to breathe
What can be said of the whiskey and wine
Random abandon or ballast for joy
That was scuppered with trust
Little more than a boy
And besides I’m in excellent company
I’m reaching the age when decisions are made on the life and the liver
And I'm sure, last ditch that I'll ask for more time
But Mother forgive me
I still want a bottle of good Irish whiskey
And a bundle of smokes in my grave
But there isn’t words yet for the comfort I get
From the gentle lunette at the top of the nape of the neck of the neck that I wake to
And where are the words for the leap in my chest
When mischief appears either side of the scar on your nose
Made by a rose thorn
So you claim
By a rose thorn
Elbow
Words and chords from previous versions; bridges by blb14cp
Gm
It's a lethal ballet
Air traffic congestion
I'm having a baby
Second thoughts, scotch, dinner
Dm
And someone's dancing on the box
A former MP
And no one's watching
Eb
My oldest friends are a serious habit
D7
Fly boy blue, so bring your faces home,
To my sweet trampoline
Gm
And acres of crash site love
Bridge 1
E||-------------|------------|---------------|---------------|
B||-------------|------------|---------------|---------------|
G||--------10---|------------|---------10----|---------------|
D||-----------8-|10-8-10-8---|-----------8-10|11-11-11-11----|
A||-------------|------------|10-------------|---------------|
E||-------------|------------|---------------|---------------|
E||-------------|------------|---------------|----------------|
B||-------------|------------|---------------|----------------|
G||------10-----|------------|----12---------|----------------|
D||10---------8-|10-8-10-8---|------8-10-8-10|11-11-11-11-10-8|7
A||-------------|------------|10-------------|----------------|
E||-------------|------------|---------------|----------------|
Someone's dancing on the box
A former MP
And no one's watching
My oldest friends are a serious habit
Fly boy blue, so bring your faces home
To my sweet trampoline
And acres of crash site love
Bridge 2
E||-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
B||-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
G||-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
D||-----------------------------------7-5-7--5-7-8-5---5-7-8-7-5-4---7-5-7-4-5-7-5------|
A||----5--3-5-3-------5-3---3-5---8-5------8---------6-------------5--------------------|
E||3-6---6------6-3-6-----6-----3-------------------------------------------------------|
Presidential delays
Suppose I’m just lucky
l'm having a shin dig
Me, Red Bob and The Ivory Host
And someone’s shouting on the box
A chinless prefect gone Godzilla
My newest friends have forgotten my name
But so have I so far so good and home
You and me trampoline
And oceans of crash site love
Bridge 2
(play twice)
Cadd9 - G - Em - D
ooooooooh Lalalala Lalalala
Cadd9
What can be said of the cigarette smokes?
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, forgiven me, knowing what's done?
Cadd9
Would the drivel make scribble make sense and then song?
G
Would the woodbines denied like the northern man's thumbs?
Em
Perverse as it may sound I sometimes believe
D
The tip to my lips just reminds me to breathe
What can be said of the whiskey and wine
Random abandon or ballast for joy
That was scuppered with trust
Little more than a boy
And besides I’m in excellent company
I’m reaching the age when decisions are made on the life and the liver
And I'm sure, last ditch that I'll ask for more time
But Mother forgive me
I still want a bottle of good Irish whiskey
And a bundle of smokes in my grave
But there isn’t words yet for the comfort I get
From the gentle lunette at the top of the nape of the neck of the neck that I wake to
And where are the words for the leap in my chest
When mischief appears either side of the scar on your nose
Made by a rose thorn
So you claim
By a rose thorn
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