Biography:
"British Rock and Roll from the heart"
Zane Lowe, Radio 1
"A band everybody is excited about"
Huw Stephens, Radio 1
"As massive and dramatic as anything on a major label, brilliant stuff"
XFM
"Eclectic, raw and equiped for something more, their musicallity is paramount"
The Fly
"Arguably the biggest sound in Liverpool right now...they're the new princes of the city"
Sound City
"Who are they?"
Stephen Fry
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Capo on 6th
[Intro]
G G7 G G7
[Verse 1]
G
It's ten past four in the morning
G7 C
my minds like a dynamo just wont give in
Am
maybe the lights are to bright
C G G7
maybe it's the amphetamine that I took last night
G
I haven't moved for an hour
G7 C
this attic is cold, smells strongly of turpentine
Am
but I don't mind
C G G7
cause I'm hoping the fumes might eventually send me to sleep
[Chorus]
Em
my eyes are bloodshot from three days and nights
C
of just staring through walls and refilling my cup to the top
Em
with cheap whiskey which says on the label
C
distilled in Kentucky but bottled in Birkenhead
G
this kind of thing makes me smile to myself
C
everyday when the world spins around in my shell
G Em C
it's all in good time, all in bad health
G Em C G G7
it's all in good time, all in bad health
[Verse 2]
G
just sit here drifting
G7 C
through the realms of the sick, be unwell
Am
I'm on tender hooks
C G G7
and I'm looking quite pale but still got my dashing good looks
G
it's ten past four in the morning
G7 C
my minds like a dynamo just wont give in
Am
maybe the lights are to bright
C G G7
maybe it's the amphetamine that I took last night
[Chorus]
Em
my eyes are bloodshot from three days and nights
C
of just staring through walls and refilling my cup to the top
Em
with cheap whiskey which says on the label
C
distilled in Kentucky but bottled in Birkenhead
G
this kind of thing makes me smile to myself
C
everyday when the worlds spins around in my shell
G Em C
it's all in good time, all in bad health
G Em C G G7
it's all in good time, all in bad health
[Intro]
G G7 G G7
[Verse 1]
G
It's ten past four in the morning
G7 C
my minds like a dynamo just wont give in
Am
maybe the lights are to bright
C G G7
maybe it's the amphetamine that I took last night
G
I haven't moved for an hour
G7 C
this attic is cold, smells strongly of turpentine
Am
but I don't mind
C G G7
cause I'm hoping the fumes might eventually send me to sleep
[Chorus]
Em
my eyes are bloodshot from three days and nights
C
of just staring through walls and refilling my cup to the top
Em
with cheap whiskey which says on the label
C
distilled in Kentucky but bottled in Birkenhead
G
this kind of thing makes me smile to myself
C
everyday when the world spins around in my shell
G Em C
it's all in good time, all in bad health
G Em C G G7
it's all in good time, all in bad health
[Verse 2]
G
just sit here drifting
G7 C
through the realms of the sick, be unwell
Am
I'm on tender hooks
C G G7
and I'm looking quite pale but still got my dashing good looks
G
it's ten past four in the morning
G7 C
my minds like a dynamo just wont give in
Am
maybe the lights are to bright
C G G7
maybe it's the amphetamine that I took last night
[Chorus]
Em
my eyes are bloodshot from three days and nights
C
of just staring through walls and refilling my cup to the top
Em
with cheap whiskey which says on the label
C
distilled in Kentucky but bottled in Birkenhead
G
this kind of thing makes me smile to myself
C
everyday when the worlds spins around in my shell
G Em C
it's all in good time, all in bad health
G Em C G G7
it's all in good time, all in bad health
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