Biografia:
The Boy Least Likely To é um duo inglês indie pop/twee que soma guitarrinhas leves, xilofones, coros e outros barulhinhos excêntricos aos eufemismos pueris bem sacados que nos levam de volta à infância.
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Outras músicas:
- 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
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
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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