Biografía:
The story so far… Orphan Boy signed to Manchester’s Concrete Recordings in March 2006, a little over a year after the band had formed in their hometown of Grimsby – a place so devoid of glamour that it so far boasts not one single footnote in the entire history of rock'n'roll.
The townie trio, raised on fish factories and shit nightclubs were quickly snapped up by the truly indie but fully distributed label best known for their Glastonbury Unsigned Bands compilations (The Subways
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
G
The North looked rundown C
Just like it does in British films
G
Oh and it rained so hard C
From Wolverhampton into the Chiltern Hills
G
And in an uninsured old Ford
We drove into The Smoke
C
Across a crowded Camden bar
We met Theodore and the label bloke
G
And he looked sixteen and a half
A sickly schoolboy face
C
Without a trace of time
D
I sold my only popsong, to the boy from EMI
C
Who fiddled with his scarf, licked his lips when he told lies
D
I sold my only popsong for a handshake and a line
C
But something in my heart, weighed so heavy on my mind
G
A London montage C
Just like they do in British films
G
And they would change our parts C
Trim down the intro and lose those rock drum fills
G
And on a balcony we shared
A menthol cigarette
C
He'd drove a van for Prefab Sprout
He'd wrote a press release for Wet Wet Wet
G
We stood gormless all the while
Like four sheet metal workers sons
C
We had no place or style
D
I sold my only popsong, yeah they just pointed where to sign
C
We'd wrestled with our art and we'd wrestled with our time
D
I sold my only popsong, to the lads from EMI
C
One had a thin moustache, the other had thin eyes
G C
And they wore Tweeeeeeeeeeed
G
And it went oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
C (Repeat until end // listen to song for timing)
oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
The North looked rundown C
Just like it does in British films
G
Oh and it rained so hard C
From Wolverhampton into the Chiltern Hills
G
And in an uninsured old Ford
We drove into The Smoke
C
Across a crowded Camden bar
We met Theodore and the label bloke
G
And he looked sixteen and a half
A sickly schoolboy face
C
Without a trace of time
D
I sold my only popsong, to the boy from EMI
C
Who fiddled with his scarf, licked his lips when he told lies
D
I sold my only popsong for a handshake and a line
C
But something in my heart, weighed so heavy on my mind
G
A London montage C
Just like they do in British films
G
And they would change our parts C
Trim down the intro and lose those rock drum fills
G
And on a balcony we shared
A menthol cigarette
C
He'd drove a van for Prefab Sprout
He'd wrote a press release for Wet Wet Wet
G
We stood gormless all the while
Like four sheet metal workers sons
C
We had no place or style
D
I sold my only popsong, yeah they just pointed where to sign
C
We'd wrestled with our art and we'd wrestled with our time
D
I sold my only popsong, to the lads from EMI
C
One had a thin moustache, the other had thin eyes
G C
And they wore Tweeeeeeeeeeed
G
And it went oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
C (Repeat until end // listen to song for timing)
oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
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