Biografía:
Scott McWatt is a contemporary folk singer-songwriter from Glasgow. He’s released two critically acclaimed albums and has played everywhere from Ireland to Estonia, encapsulating audiences with his blue-collared outlook on life.
Unsurprisingly, his influences are made up of those who share his outlook, including heroes like Johnny Cash, Bruce Springsteen and Ryan Adams. Though Scott feels literary figures like Robert Burns and F. Scott Fitzgerald also play a key role in helping shape his songs.
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No Capo
Verse 1
Em G
Oh They say it's no mean city and it's nowhere in between.
D C
It's divided into 2 where one sides blue and one sides green.
Em G
Around the age of eight, oh I was asked to pick a club.
D C
It was around the time that I had first tasted my own blood.
Em G
Broken, bruised and bloody called a fenian and a hun.
D C
I didn't understand what either meant cause I was only young.
Instumental
Em G D C x2
Verse 2
Em
Catholics and Protestants
G
"Royalists" and "Dissidents"
D C
Since the early 15th century have been at odds to no amends.
Em G
Such division spreads like wild fire through the schools and through the schemes.
D C
Religious hatred dating centuries symbolised by football teams.
Chorus 1
D Em C
Oh won't you let the colours fill my bones
And open up my soul
D Em C
Oh won't you let the colours fill my eyes
Verse 3
Em G
Morons in orange play their flutes, with their red hands raised in the air.
D C
Singing marching songs about a war in a place they've not been near.
Em G
A green brigade of cowards, they burn poppies for all to see.
D C
In a scottish place of sport they scream IRA and fuck the queen.
Chorus 2
D Em C
Oh won't you let the colours fill my bones
And open up my soul
D Em C
Oh won't you let the colours fill my eyes
Then maybe I can see
D Em
Why they fight, why they sing
C
Why they spread all of their hate
D Em C
Oh won't you let the colours fill my bones
Instumental
Em G D C x2
Verse 4
Em
No amount of media exploitation
G
No amount of government legislation
D
We will never solve this problem
C
Thats spread in the ignorance of youth
Chorus 3
D Em C
Oh won't you let the colours fill my bones
And open up my soul
D Em C
Oh won't you let the colours fill my eyes
Then maybe I can see
D Em
Why they fight, why they sing
C
Why they spread all of their hate
D Em C
Oh won't you let the colours fill my bones
D Em C
Oh won't you let the colours fill my bones
Verse 1
Em G
Oh They say it's no mean city and it's nowhere in between.
D C
It's divided into 2 where one sides blue and one sides green.
Em G
Around the age of eight, oh I was asked to pick a club.
D C
It was around the time that I had first tasted my own blood.
Em G
Broken, bruised and bloody called a fenian and a hun.
D C
I didn't understand what either meant cause I was only young.
Instumental
Em G D C x2
Verse 2
Em
Catholics and Protestants
G
"Royalists" and "Dissidents"
D C
Since the early 15th century have been at odds to no amends.
Em G
Such division spreads like wild fire through the schools and through the schemes.
D C
Religious hatred dating centuries symbolised by football teams.
Chorus 1
D Em C
Oh won't you let the colours fill my bones
And open up my soul
D Em C
Oh won't you let the colours fill my eyes
Verse 3
Em G
Morons in orange play their flutes, with their red hands raised in the air.
D C
Singing marching songs about a war in a place they've not been near.
Em G
A green brigade of cowards, they burn poppies for all to see.
D C
In a scottish place of sport they scream IRA and fuck the queen.
Chorus 2
D Em C
Oh won't you let the colours fill my bones
And open up my soul
D Em C
Oh won't you let the colours fill my eyes
Then maybe I can see
D Em
Why they fight, why they sing
C
Why they spread all of their hate
D Em C
Oh won't you let the colours fill my bones
Instumental
Em G D C x2
Verse 4
Em
No amount of media exploitation
G
No amount of government legislation
D
We will never solve this problem
C
Thats spread in the ignorance of youth
Chorus 3
D Em C
Oh won't you let the colours fill my bones
And open up my soul
D Em C
Oh won't you let the colours fill my eyes
Then maybe I can see
D Em
Why they fight, why they sing
C
Why they spread all of their hate
D Em C
Oh won't you let the colours fill my bones
D Em C
Oh won't you let the colours fill my bones
Scott Pilarczyk
Scott Pohlman & (...)
Scott Porter and (...)
Scott Richmond
Scott Stevens
Scoundrels
Scout Niblett
Scrambled Eggs
Scrapper Blackwe (...)
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