Hey guys, Just got back from a 10 day road trip and I think I listened to this EP at least 20 times, I immediately felt the need to write it out. I'll have the other songs up soon too. South East Facing Wall The Smith Street Band Tuning: Standard Wil plays hammer-ons on some of the chords, they're pretty easy to sound out once you've got the chords. Intro: D (DaddG, Dsus) VERSE 1: D A Bm G Speak of the handsome devil, oh when will I wear you like and hand in a glove? D A Bm You smother me, smother me, smother me in Morrissey like all the pretty ones G have done before, D A Bm And writing songs for you in the backyard of another house show, G When all I wanna do is sleep and all my friends wanna do is see me fall, D A Watching music television with the sound down, Bm D It's technicolor rainbows and I think it's kicking in now, D A Bm G And there's more confidential information on mainstream radio stations D A Bm G Someone famous just got caught, D A Bm G Someone famous just got a divorce CHORUS D A So I walk into my front door and I'm going in swinging, Bm G I'm going down drinking like I swore that I wouldn't, D A And I'll come in singing and I'll walk out screaming, Bm G D A Bm G Cause no one gives a fuck anymore, no one cares about this but you VERSE 2 D A And I need a break from the city again, Bm G So I'll play in backwater pubs in no-name towns, pass out in your garden shed, D A Bm And last night I slept in the country estate of a pretty girl's parents' in G a single bed with my best friend, D A Bm And I woke up to air so clean and so fresh that I didn't dare light a G cigarette, D A As much as I love being near you, Bm G My favourite thing to do is to leave D A Bm G If you drive me home, D A Bm G I would've sat with you by the fire 'til my eyes closed CHORUS 2 D Bm A G I'd be happy, if American Spirit was nothing more than a brand of cigarettes, D Bm A And there are no more metaphors, this hunger feels like hunger, G A greedy, filthy need from the very pit of me, D Bm And am I the only one holding on by skin of my teeth, A G But I don't eat meat motherfucker, so I haven't got very strong teeth D Bm By the skin of my teeth, by the skin of my teeth, A G By the holes in the floor, the water that drips in through the cracks in the ceiling, D Bm By the mice in the walls, from the fingernail gash in the doorframe, A G D Bm A G From the blackened handprints on the south east facing wall D Bm A G Where I sit and I watch the heavy rain fall, G Yeah I sit and I watch Smith Street drown **Disclaimer: There is a very good chance this tab is not 100% correct and I am okay with that. Leave your respectful corrections or tips in the comments box and the tab will be corrected** If you're a fan of Wil's and The Smith Street Band I've got a couple SSB tabs up on UG. (Self Control, Belly of your Bedroom, My New Dress Up Shoes, How They Made Us, Get High See Mice) Cheers! By: Christian Suderman Username: Sudey
