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Date: 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
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verse
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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.
