Biography:
Martin Newell is England's most-published contemporary poet, as well as being the brains behind garage-pop combos Cleaners from Venus and The Brotherhood of Lizards. He's also a pretty mean gardener.
His album The Greatest Living Englishman was produced by Andy Partridge of XTC fame and recorded in Andy's "shed" home recording studio.
Martin has a web-presence at http://www.martinnewell.co.uk/ which contains details of upcoming shows and Martin's own weblog.
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Other songs:
[Verse]
D G Asus4 D G Asus4
Hungry boy with head hung down, shabby girl with shabby gown
G Em F#m Bm G A7
Should I know your faces? Yes, maybe. You have always been around
[Verse]
D G Asus4 D G Asus4
I’m a ghost in my home town, since they knocked that dancehall down
G Em F#m Bm G Asus4 D
High in summer once I knew some girls, they are married with kids now
[Chorus]
Bm E A F#m Bm E A Asus4/G D/F#
Friday morning farmer burn the corn saw the dreaming fields aflame
Em A D
Goodbye dreaming fields
[Verse]
D G Asus4 D G Asus4
Broken doll you were not made for this tawdry serenade
G Em F#m Bm G A7
Nor your poor tin soldier rusting now since it rained on your parade
D G Asus4 D G Asus4
Should your ragged marching band ever dance across this land
G Em F#m Bm G A7 D
Don’t forget to wave at your poor old dad in his castle made of sand
[Outro]
Bm E A F#m Bm E A Asus4/G D/F#
Friday morning farmer burn the corn saw the dreaming fields aflame
Em A D Bm G
Goodbye dreaming fields
A D Bm G
Goodbye dreaming fields
A D Bm G
Goodbye dreaming fields
D G Asus4 D G Asus4
Hungry boy with head hung down, shabby girl with shabby gown
G Em F#m Bm G A7
Should I know your faces? Yes, maybe. You have always been around
[Verse]
D G Asus4 D G Asus4
I’m a ghost in my home town, since they knocked that dancehall down
G Em F#m Bm G Asus4 D
High in summer once I knew some girls, they are married with kids now
[Chorus]
Bm E A F#m Bm E A Asus4/G D/F#
Friday morning farmer burn the corn saw the dreaming fields aflame
Em A D
Goodbye dreaming fields
[Verse]
D G Asus4 D G Asus4
Broken doll you were not made for this tawdry serenade
G Em F#m Bm G A7
Nor your poor tin soldier rusting now since it rained on your parade
D G Asus4 D G Asus4
Should your ragged marching band ever dance across this land
G Em F#m Bm G A7 D
Don’t forget to wave at your poor old dad in his castle made of sand
[Outro]
Bm E A F#m Bm E A Asus4/G D/F#
Friday morning farmer burn the corn saw the dreaming fields aflame
Em A D Bm G
Goodbye dreaming fields
A D Bm G
Goodbye dreaming fields
A D Bm G
Goodbye dreaming fields
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