Biography:
1. Derek William Dick, better known as Fish (born 25 April 1958 in Dalkeith, Midlothian) is a Scottish progressive rock singer, writer and actor. After an early career as a gardener and forestry worker, he came to public attention in 1981 with the British group Marillion, which he left in 1988.
Album sleeve artwork for his four Marillion albums and most of his solo albums has been done by Mark Wilkinson.
Fish is not to be confused with Phish, Chris Squire (“The Fish”)
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From: "Dan Newcombe"
Date: 27 Sep 93 08:46:56 EDT
Subject: CRD: _Internal Exile_ by Fish
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Internal Exile by Fish, from the album Internal Exile.
This song is rather easy to play, at least the guitar part. The fiddles
whistle and accordian make it sound tough. Listen to the album for the
rythym.
-Dan Newcombe, [email protected]
The chords used are:
G C B A
EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE
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Intro:
G
G C G
I saw a blue umbrella in Princes Street Gardens,
C B A G
Heading out west for the Lothian Road.
G C G
An Evening News stuffed deep in his pocket,
C B A G
Wrapped up in his problems, to keep away the cold.
G C G
Grierson's spirit haunts the dockyards,
C B A G
Where the only men working are on documentary crews,
G C G
Shooting film as the lines get longer,
C B A G
As the seams run out, all the oil runs dry.
(Chorus)
G C G G A G
Hey there laddie, Internal Exile! When will you realise, we got to let go?
G C G G A G
Hey there lassie, Internal Exile! When will you realise, we got to let go?
G C G G A G
G C G
Starlings wheeling round Georgian spire,
C B A G
And the fires of Grangemouth burn the skies
G C G
A lion sleeps in a tenemant close,
C B A G
In a country that's tired and deaf to his roar.
(Chorus)
Same chords, just picked:
G C G
They bury a wasteland deep in the wildernes,
C B A G
Poison the soil and reap the harvest,
G C G
of blind indifference, greed and apathy,
C B A G
Sowed way back in our history.
G C G
The fish are few and the harbours are empty,
C B A G
The kells now rot on our oil slicked shores.
G C G
The sheep are gone, the farms deserted,
C B A G
We're out of sight and we're out of mind.
(Chorus)
G C G
Like our fathers before us, We've eyes for america,
C B A G
Dream of a new life on foreign shores.
G C G
But wherever we go, we'll always know
C B A G
that the land we stand on, is never our own.
(Chorus)
We gotta go now, ....
(Faster part)
G C B G C B
(REAL FAST)
G C G A G
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Daniel A. Newcombe Clayton State College
Computing Services Morrow, GA 30260
E-Mail Address: [email protected] (404)-961-3421---------=
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- I just want to be free - I'm happy to be lonely.
Marillion, Misplaced Childhood
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#song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #
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To: [email protected],
[email protected],
[email protected]
From: "Dan Newcombe"
Date: 27 Sep 93 08:46:56 EDT
Subject: CRD: _Internal Exile_ by Fish
Reply-To:
Priority: normal
X-Mailer: Pegasus Mail v2.3 (R4).
Internal Exile by Fish, from the album Internal Exile.
This song is rather easy to play, at least the guitar part. The fiddles
whistle and accordian make it sound tough. Listen to the album for the
rythym.
-Dan Newcombe, [email protected]
The chords used are:
G C B A
EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE
|||||| |||||| |||||| ||||||
320033 x32010 x20010 x02220
|||||| |||||| |||||| ||||||
Intro:
G
G C G
I saw a blue umbrella in Princes Street Gardens,
C B A G
Heading out west for the Lothian Road.
G C G
An Evening News stuffed deep in his pocket,
C B A G
Wrapped up in his problems, to keep away the cold.
G C G
Grierson's spirit haunts the dockyards,
C B A G
Where the only men working are on documentary crews,
G C G
Shooting film as the lines get longer,
C B A G
As the seams run out, all the oil runs dry.
(Chorus)
G C G G A G
Hey there laddie, Internal Exile! When will you realise, we got to let go?
G C G G A G
Hey there lassie, Internal Exile! When will you realise, we got to let go?
G C G G A G
G C G
Starlings wheeling round Georgian spire,
C B A G
And the fires of Grangemouth burn the skies
G C G
A lion sleeps in a tenemant close,
C B A G
In a country that's tired and deaf to his roar.
(Chorus)
Same chords, just picked:
G C G
They bury a wasteland deep in the wildernes,
C B A G
Poison the soil and reap the harvest,
G C G
of blind indifference, greed and apathy,
C B A G
Sowed way back in our history.
G C G
The fish are few and the harbours are empty,
C B A G
The kells now rot on our oil slicked shores.
G C G
The sheep are gone, the farms deserted,
C B A G
We're out of sight and we're out of mind.
(Chorus)
G C G
Like our fathers before us, We've eyes for america,
C B A G
Dream of a new life on foreign shores.
G C G
But wherever we go, we'll always know
C B A G
that the land we stand on, is never our own.
(Chorus)
We gotta go now, ....
(Faster part)
G C B G C B
(REAL FAST)
G C G A G
--
Daniel A. Newcombe Clayton State College
Computing Services Morrow, GA 30260
E-Mail Address: [email protected] (404)-961-3421---------=
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- I just want to be free - I'm happy to be lonely.
Marillion, Misplaced Childhood
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