Biography:
Dry the River were a folk rock band from Stratford, London, UK, formed in spring 2009. Frontman Peter Liddle decribes their sound as "folky gospel music played by a post-punk band". Currently, the band consists of Peter Liddle (vocals, guitar), Matthew Taylor (guitar, keys, vocals), Scott Miller (bass, percussion, vocals) and Jon Warren (drums, percussion). The original lineup also included Will Harvey (violin, viola, keys, mandolin); however, he left the band in early 2014.
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Other songs:
- Alarms In The Heart
- Shaker Hymns
- Weights And Measures
- Bible Belt
- Chambers And The Valves
- Coast
- Deadheads
- Demons
- Everlasting Light
- Family Tree
- Gethsemane
- Hammer
- Hidden Hand
- History Book
- Hope Diamond
- Husk
- It Was Love That Laid Us Low
- Lions Den
- Med School
- New Ceremony
- Night Owls
- No Rest
- Roman Candle
- Shield Your Eyes
- Vessel
- Zaytoun
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SONG NAME - Band Name
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Tabbed by: Ron Maier
E-mail: [email protected]
Tuning:Standard
Here I got sort of a basic Version from this great song ..
A
It started with the moon
E F#m
that turned an inexpensive room into St. Peters.
A E
There’s a parabolic story, but it’s boring
F#m
and it ends how you’d expect.
A
Forever dressing down
F#m
I’m like a stranger
G
hanging round outside the kingdom hall.
F#m
I’d ‘ve carried your wedding shawl,
E
you could’ve said I was a school friend.
Bm D
And you drag your holy horse cart in the sky
when I wake up
Bm
they say it’s just the sun
A
but I know that face.
A E
Excavating down you’d find the drowning and the drowned
F#m
and then there’s us, babe.
A E
You could walk to our memorial, but it’s pourring
F#m
and it ends how you’d expect.
A
I dig your dresses out
F#m
and hang ‘em round about the house
G
and turn the lights down low.
F#m
Now you’re everywhere I go
E
looking faintly disappointed.
Bm D
And you drag your holy horse cart in the sky
when I wake up
Bm
they say it’s just the sun
A (G#5)
but I know that face.
F#m
But the devil’s tricks
A (B5)
just seem to sit so light on you.
F#m
They’d never get the Marionette
A
this tight on you.
Bm
In the parliamentary houses
D
there’ll be talk of what this is
Bm A
with inexpert witnesses and evidence against us.
Bm
But I’ll take my pound of substance
D
from those insubstantial men.
Bm
Whatever their arguments,
A
I’ll prove your innocence.
D
Drag your holy horse cart in the sky
A
when I wake up, oh yeah.
D
Testify allegiance with more
A
puncture wounds than Jesus, oh yeah.
D
Every statue’s weeping honey
and it makes my sight go funny
A
‘cause I’m over sympathetic
and I can’t control myself.
D
Leave that painful memory
A E A
in the garden of Gethsemane, oh yeah, oh yeah.
SONG NAME - Band Name
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Tabbed by: Ron Maier
E-mail: [email protected]
Tuning:Standard
Here I got sort of a basic Version from this great song ..
A
It started with the moon
E F#m
that turned an inexpensive room into St. Peters.
A E
There’s a parabolic story, but it’s boring
F#m
and it ends how you’d expect.
A
Forever dressing down
F#m
I’m like a stranger
G
hanging round outside the kingdom hall.
F#m
I’d ‘ve carried your wedding shawl,
E
you could’ve said I was a school friend.
Bm D
And you drag your holy horse cart in the sky
when I wake up
Bm
they say it’s just the sun
A
but I know that face.
A E
Excavating down you’d find the drowning and the drowned
F#m
and then there’s us, babe.
A E
You could walk to our memorial, but it’s pourring
F#m
and it ends how you’d expect.
A
I dig your dresses out
F#m
and hang ‘em round about the house
G
and turn the lights down low.
F#m
Now you’re everywhere I go
E
looking faintly disappointed.
Bm D
And you drag your holy horse cart in the sky
when I wake up
Bm
they say it’s just the sun
A (G#5)
but I know that face.
F#m
But the devil’s tricks
A (B5)
just seem to sit so light on you.
F#m
They’d never get the Marionette
A
this tight on you.
Bm
In the parliamentary houses
D
there’ll be talk of what this is
Bm A
with inexpert witnesses and evidence against us.
Bm
But I’ll take my pound of substance
D
from those insubstantial men.
Bm
Whatever their arguments,
A
I’ll prove your innocence.
D
Drag your holy horse cart in the sky
A
when I wake up, oh yeah.
D
Testify allegiance with more
A
puncture wounds than Jesus, oh yeah.
D
Every statue’s weeping honey
and it makes my sight go funny
A
‘cause I’m over sympathetic
and I can’t control myself.
D
Leave that painful memory
A E A
in the garden of Gethsemane, oh yeah, oh yeah.
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