Biography:
Wild Beasts were a 4 piece band from Kendal, United Kingdom now based in London, UK. Wild Beasts were formed in 2002 in the north western England town of Kendal, by Queen Katherine School students Hayden Thorpe (vocals) and Ben Little (guitar). They originally performed under the name of Fauve, the French term for "wild beast". In January 2004, schoolmate Chris Talbot (drummer) joined, and they changed the band's name to Wild Beasts. The following year another student, Tom Fleming (bass), became a full-time member of the band.
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Playing this on ukulele w/capo so sorry if it's a bit off on guitar.
Intro:
F C F C
F
How can you pine anymore
C
it is beautiful
F C
and for all, unavoidable
F C
so here are his bones
F C
and his grinning skull
F C
so now he is home
F C
to the bluebottles
C Em Am F
Em F
He who was your bull
G F
and made the shadows run
C
And I understand
F C
in all things he was quite the man
F C
but now perched on his skull
F C
he wears cuckolds horns
F C
they're growing full
F C
pushing through the soil
Em F
pools gathering round my knees
G F
temptation leers at me from every door
F C
so these are his bones
Em F C
why won't you leave them alone?
Em F
worms crowding her feet
G F
trying to pull me back to their holes
Em F
tap-tapping in the room below
G F
nothing more than dead piles of bones
saying:
C Em
'I'll eat this young whelp's heart I will'
C Em
'I'll eat this young whelp's heart I will'
C Em
'I'll eat this young whelp's heaaaaaaaart'
F Em
HEAVE-HO
F Em
HEAVE-HO
Em F
with fists for spades we raid his grave
Em Am
with big black boots we stomp the roots
Em F
with fists for spades we raid his grave
Em F
with big black boots we stomp the roof
F Em
HEAVE-HO
F Em
HEAVE-HO
F Em
HEAVE-HO
Am F
HEAVE-HO
G Am
HEAVE-HO
Intro:
F C F C
F
How can you pine anymore
C
it is beautiful
F C
and for all, unavoidable
F C
so here are his bones
F C
and his grinning skull
F C
so now he is home
F C
to the bluebottles
C Em Am F
Em F
He who was your bull
G F
and made the shadows run
C
And I understand
F C
in all things he was quite the man
F C
but now perched on his skull
F C
he wears cuckolds horns
F C
they're growing full
F C
pushing through the soil
Em F
pools gathering round my knees
G F
temptation leers at me from every door
F C
so these are his bones
Em F C
why won't you leave them alone?
Em F
worms crowding her feet
G F
trying to pull me back to their holes
Em F
tap-tapping in the room below
G F
nothing more than dead piles of bones
saying:
C Em
'I'll eat this young whelp's heart I will'
C Em
'I'll eat this young whelp's heart I will'
C Em
'I'll eat this young whelp's heaaaaaaaart'
F Em
HEAVE-HO
F Em
HEAVE-HO
Em F
with fists for spades we raid his grave
Em Am
with big black boots we stomp the roots
Em F
with fists for spades we raid his grave
Em F
with big black boots we stomp the roof
F Em
HEAVE-HO
F Em
HEAVE-HO
F Em
HEAVE-HO
Am F
HEAVE-HO
G Am
HEAVE-HO
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