e: Wed, 11 Mar 1998 20:11:18 +0000 From: Starla Iha Subject: 4st7lb TAB MSP Artist: Manic Street Preachers Song:4st 7lb Album: The Holy Bible This (if you hadn't already guessed) is a song Richey wrote about anorexia. It sound's really good on acoustic, but then again that's what it was written for. Bye-bye! Rosie :) The riff below is repeated quite often throughout the song. Listen to the record to find the exact times when the chords start. e-------------------------------------------------------- B-------------------------------------------------------- D-------------------------------------------------------- G---------3-3---------3-3-------------2-2--------2-2----- A-----1-1---------1-1------1-0----1-1--------1-1-----1-0- E-3-3--------3-3---------3----3-3--------3-3--------3---- I think that the chords for the chorus are C- 032010 and D- XX0232 Hope this helps!! Lyrics ------ verse ===== Days since I last pissed cheeks sunkend and despaired so gorgeous sunk to six stone lose my only remaining home see my third rib appear a week later all my flesh disappear stretching taut, cling-film on bone I'm getting better Karen says I've reached my target weight Kate and Emma Kristin know it's fake problem is diet's not a big enough word Chorus ====== I wanna be so skinny that I rot from view I want to walk in the snow and not leave a footprint I want to walk in the snow and not soil its purity Verse ===== stomach collapsed at five lift up my skirt my sex is gone naked and lovely at 5st.2 may I bud and never flower my vision's getting blurred but I can see my ribs and I feel fine my hands are trembling stalks and I can feel my breasts are sinking mother trys to choke me with roast beef and sits savouring her sole ryvitta that's the way you're built my father said but I can change, my cocoon shedding chorus ====== I wanna be so skinny that I rot from view I want to walk in the snow and not leave a footprint I want to walk in the snow and not soil its purity Verse ===== Kate and Kristin and Kit Kat all things I like looking at too weak to fuss, too weak to die choice is skeletal in everybody's life I choose my choice, I starve to frenzy hunger soon passes and sickness soon tires legs bend, stockinged I am Twiggy and I don't mind the horror that surrounds me self-worth scatters, self-esteem's a bore I long since moved to a higher plateau this discipline's so rare so please applaud just look at the fat scum who pamper me so yeh 4st.7, an epilogue of youth such beautiful dignity in self-abuse I've finally come to understand life through staring blankly at my navel.