The Bevis Frond is a British musical group whose range covers hard edge to melancholy vintage indie rock to poetic, "classic-rock" songcraft with a thick Walthamstow accent. Nick Saloman is the band's frontman and songwriter. They have recorded many albums out on various independent labels.
Saloman was originally in a band known as the Bevis Frond Museum in the late 1960s and in 1979 was in a band called the Von Trapp Family. The Bevis Frond, however, was a one man band from the start with the release of a 250 copy pressing of Miasma in 1987.
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#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## Date: 23 Dec 95 11:25:40 EST From: cis <[email protected]> Subject: Bevis_Frond Motherdust.tab
Motherdust By Bevis Frond From the album "A Gathering of Fronds"
Here is a great BF song with one of his cleverest lyrics, telling the tale of a mother/son relationship in question/answer format. The tune is simple but effective and fun to play. Just play the power/barre chords throughout.
A5B5G5F5 Oh you are a horrid child Weak as piss and running wild Suspect eyes, a studied glare Hollow gaze and tile-hung hair
Blame me not for the things I do I speak in tongues I learned fom you Never put your faith in trust Just cover me with Motherdust
Oh you are a sight to see Black sheep of the family Hign on ego, sure to fall A disappointment to us all
Do not lay your guilt on me By hating what you wrong to me For you and I result in us Well cover me with Motherdust
Oh you are a foolish kid If I'd have done the things you did I never would have got this far And you'd be wiser than you are
I have no manners to excuse A privelege is to abuse For what in life is fair and just? Weel cover me with Motherdust
Oh you are a spiteful boy Your sole concern is to annoy The little lad I loved has gone I wonder where I went so wrong
Impale me not on failure's spike For we are very much alike And people do what people must Just cover me with Motherdust
For I'm your Child I'm your Child I'm your Child...