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 11:25:48 EST From: cis <[email protected]> Subject: Bevis_Frond: High in a Flat.tab
High In A Flat By Bevis Frond from the Album "A Gathering of Fronds" (Originally on Bucketful of Brains Flexi #7 and "Time Will Show The Wiser" Compliation)
Em 022000 F# 200230 G 320003 Am x02210 Bb x123xx - Played as an arpeggio 5 times (i.e 1-2-3-1-2-3...listen!)
Intro: (Repeat 4x) Slowly and arpeggiated EmF#GAm
Song: Faster and louder!!!
EmF#GAmEmF# I'm high in a flat GAmEmF# Overlooking your Town GAmEmF# Im waiting for that non existent GAmEmF# service to roll Round GAmEmF# Im watching the rooves GAmEmF# From the 33rd Floor GAmEmF# Over to the Green and purple GAmEmF#GAm hills of the ----- shore BbEmF#GAm ...I see through your walls BbEmF#GAm ...To a communal hall DCD And in this city of the free CD You can come and stay with me CD And you can look but you won't see, you won't see EmF#GAm
I'm high in a flat On a dying estate Waiting for my disproportionae fears to dissipate The window is wide The comfort is cold Somewhere in the local ----- stairwell rides my soul
I see through your door You're grasping at her You took me in and was my friend We never came out here again I'll repay you in the end
I'm high in a flat Overlooking your town I'm waiting for the towers of ----- to come down And nothing is real And no-one comes near I'll meet you in the air between the Straton(?) atmosphere
I look in you eyes I take you to fly(?) And you can say I told you so To all your neighbours down below But we'll be gone and they won't know
If anyone has any ideas about the missing lyrics, please let me know, or if anyone knows the guitar break in the middle that is pretty cool. Transcribed by Keith Hill (100644,[email protected] or [email protected]) P.S. Sorry that it is a bit messy - It was tricky to transcribe!