Al Stewart (born in Glasgow, Scotland on 5 September 1945) is a British songwriter and musician. He is best known for his 1976 single Year of the Cat and its 1978 follow-up Time Passages (both produced by Alan Parsons). Stewart's inspiration for his songs primarily comes from the past; indeed, he is credited with creating his own genre, "historical folk rock". At one time in his life, Stewart took guitar lessons from King Crimson guitarist Robert Fripp.
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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. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From uunet!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!cis.ohio-state.edu!rutgers!cbmvax!macon Thu Jul 23 11:25:40 PDT 1992 Article: 997 of alt.guitar.tab Path: nevada.edu!uunet!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!cis.ohio-state.edu!rutgers!cbmvax!macon From: [email protected] (Glen Macon) Newsgroups: alt.guitar.tab Subject: music : ON THE BORDER Keywords: (Al Stewart) Message-ID: <[email protected]> Date: 23 Jul 92 13:20:31 GMT Sender: [email protected] Reply-To: [email protected] (Glen Macon) Organization: COMMODORE West Cester PA Lines: 73
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Title: ON THE BORDER (Al Stewart)
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F#m The fishing boats go out across the evening water D Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border Bm The winds whip up the waves so loud AG The ghost moon sails among the clouds F#mEF#m And turns the rifles into silver on the border
F#m On my wall the colours of the maps are running D From Africa the winds they talk of changes coming Bm The torches flair up in the night AG The hand that sets the farms alight F#mEF#m Has spread the word to those who're waiting on the border
A In the vllage where I grew up Em Nothing seems the same DA But still you never see the change from day to day DC# [C# BAG#F#F = single notes] And no one notices the customs slip away
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F#m Late last night the rain was knocking on my window D I moved across the darkened room and in the lampglow Bm I thought I saw down in the street AG The spirit of the century F#mEF#m Telling us that we're all standing on the border
A In the islands where I grew up Em Nothing seems the same DA It's just the patterns that remain an empty shell D But there's a strangeness in the air C# [C# BAG#F#F = single notes] You feel too well
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F#m The fishing boats go out across the evening water D Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border Bm The winds whip up the waves so loud AG The ghost moon sails among the clouds F#mEF#m And turns the rifles into silver on the border
D On the border F#m On the border D On the border
F#m (fade out)
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