Richard Thompson OBE (born 3 April 1949, Notting Hill, London) is a British singer/songwriter and guitarist. Highly regarded for his guitar techniques, Thompson was awarded the Orville H. Gibson award for best acoustic guitar player in 1991. Similarly, his songwriting has earned him an Ivor Novello Award and, in 2006, a lifetime achievement award from BBC Radio. Thompson made his debut as a recording artist as a member of Fairport Convention in September 1967.
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DFCGD Among the headstones you played as boys FCGD Crypts and tombs like a roomful of toys FCGDFCGD Just up the river from the smoke and the noise, Gethsemane FCGD And there’s war-whoops and secret signs in the trees FCGD Estuary smells coming up on the breeze FCGDFCG O perfect endless days like these, O Gethsemane
BbC Sailboat on the Cadie, pushbike on the quay DmGm In your eyes there’s fire, in your hand destiny FBbD ‘O be something, be something fine!’
Just down the river, into the noise and the smoke Being daring with the staring, uncaring folk Who laugh with you, laugh at you, you’ll never get the joke Gethsemane And they broke your spirit there in the marines Flushed your head down in the latrines Frozen in your sacrement, derailed in your teens never saw the enemy
And those bosses betrayed, soon let you go The fire in your eyes, how could they know ‘O be something, be something fine!’
Now you’ve got your own boys, hell bent for leather Dead before they’re 18, or bitter old men forever They never saw the halo moon rise over the river of Gethsemane Now there’s a pain in your head puts lead in your shoes Better get it seen to, it’s going to be bad news How did the perfect world get so confused, O Gethsemane
Who sucked out the freedom, days without end Under the weight of it all you must bend ‘O be something, be something fine!’