Biography:
The Boy Least Likely To are an English indie pop/folk duo, comprised of composer/multi-instrumentalist Pete Hobbs and lyricist/singer Jof Owen.
Owen and Hobbs both grew up in the village of Wendover, Buckinghamshire. They met when they were still in school and started writing songs together. They began writing and recording songs for The Boy Least Likely To in the summer of 2002. The group created the independent label Too Young to Die as a means to release their music.
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Other songs:
- Be Gentle With Me
- Every Goliath Has Its David
- I'm Glad I Hitched My Apple Wagon To Your Star
- My Tiger My Heart
- Warm Panda Cola
- Balloon On A Broken String
- Happy To Be Myself
- Hugging My Grudge
- I Box Up All The Butterflies
- I See Spiders When I Close My Eyes
- Im Glad I Hitched My Apple Wagon To Your Star
- Im In Love With A Girl Who Doesnt Know I Exist
- Sleeping With A Gun Under M Pillow
- Stringing Up Conkers
- The Battle Of The Boy Least Likely To
- The Boy With Two Hearts
- The Worm Forgives The Plough
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This is my first tab, so please bear with me.
Not 100% right, but pretty close for the most part.
Standard tuning
CHORDS USED:
E: 021100
Amaj7:076600
D: 000232
A: 002220
C#m: 446654
F#m: 044222
F#m*: 055333
--I Box Up All The Butterflies--
INTRO:
E, Amaj7, D, A, E
E
I find it difficult to
D A E
Relax in the summertime
E
With all the flowers in bloom
D A E
I creep across the countryside
E
With my net and my bait
D A E
And a pocket full of veil and twine
E
I break the promises I made
D A E
As I box up all the butterflies
C#m
I ruin everything
F#m
As I sit in a field of grass
C#m
In the spring, listening
F#m
To the beat of its little heart
C#m
To its wings, struggling
F#m
For air under an upturned glass
C#m
And I put a pin through its wings
F#m* F#m
And I bottle it up
F#m* F#m
I box it up
F#m* F#m E
And bury it in my heart
E, Amaj7, D, A, E
E
Just as I know my friends
D A E
I also know my enemies
E
Are the birds and the bees
D A E
And my own little insecurities
E
I creep around in the dark
D A E
And I tear up all the dandelions
E
And I break my own heart
D A E
As I box up all the butterflies
C#m
Tirelessly following
F#m
Its tiny butterfly tracks
C#m
Across the field, in the spring
F#m
With a plastic carrier bag
C#m
Full of fish, hooks and string
F#m
I lay a little matchbox trap
C#m
And I put pins through its wings
F#m* F#m
And I bottle it up
F#m* F#m
I box it up
F#m* F#m E
And bury it in my heart
E, Amaj7, D, A, E
E, A, E, E, A, A, E, E
A Amaj7
I folded up its furry wings
A Amaj7
And opened up its little heart
A F#m* F#m D A E
It might sound stupid but something about it made me wanna pull it apart
E, Amaj7, D, A, E, E, E, E
C#m
I ruin everything
F#m
As I sit in a field of grass
C#m
In the spring, listening
F#m
To the beat of its little heart
C#m
To its wings, struggling
F#m
For air under an upturned glass
C#m
And I put a pin through its wings
F#m* F#m
And I bottle it up
F#m* F#m
I box it up
F#m* F#m E
And bury it in my heart
E, Amaj7, D, A, E
Not 100% right, but pretty close for the most part.
Standard tuning
CHORDS USED:
E: 021100
Amaj7:076600
D: 000232
A: 002220
C#m: 446654
F#m: 044222
F#m*: 055333
--I Box Up All The Butterflies--
INTRO:
E, Amaj7, D, A, E
E
I find it difficult to
D A E
Relax in the summertime
E
With all the flowers in bloom
D A E
I creep across the countryside
E
With my net and my bait
D A E
And a pocket full of veil and twine
E
I break the promises I made
D A E
As I box up all the butterflies
C#m
I ruin everything
F#m
As I sit in a field of grass
C#m
In the spring, listening
F#m
To the beat of its little heart
C#m
To its wings, struggling
F#m
For air under an upturned glass
C#m
And I put a pin through its wings
F#m* F#m
And I bottle it up
F#m* F#m
I box it up
F#m* F#m E
And bury it in my heart
E, Amaj7, D, A, E
E
Just as I know my friends
D A E
I also know my enemies
E
Are the birds and the bees
D A E
And my own little insecurities
E
I creep around in the dark
D A E
And I tear up all the dandelions
E
And I break my own heart
D A E
As I box up all the butterflies
C#m
Tirelessly following
F#m
Its tiny butterfly tracks
C#m
Across the field, in the spring
F#m
With a plastic carrier bag
C#m
Full of fish, hooks and string
F#m
I lay a little matchbox trap
C#m
And I put pins through its wings
F#m* F#m
And I bottle it up
F#m* F#m
I box it up
F#m* F#m E
And bury it in my heart
E, Amaj7, D, A, E
E, A, E, E, A, A, E, E
A Amaj7
I folded up its furry wings
A Amaj7
And opened up its little heart
A F#m* F#m D A E
It might sound stupid but something about it made me wanna pull it apart
E, Amaj7, D, A, E, E, E, E
C#m
I ruin everything
F#m
As I sit in a field of grass
C#m
In the spring, listening
F#m
To the beat of its little heart
C#m
To its wings, struggling
F#m
For air under an upturned glass
C#m
And I put a pin through its wings
F#m* F#m
And I bottle it up
F#m* F#m
I box it up
F#m* F#m E
And bury it in my heart
E, Amaj7, D, A, E
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