Biography:
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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From: [email protected]
Date: Thu, 11 Jan 1996 23:35:28 -0500
Subject: /b/bevis_frond/london_stone.crd
London Stone
by The Bevis Frond
from London Stone Woronzow WOO 18CD 1992
Em D C D
/ / / / / / / / [4x]
Em C G D Em C Bm
Fare thee well, old city, these changes no one needs,
Em C G D Em C B5 A5 G F#5
Your office blocks stand empty, whose walls reflect our greed.
Em C G D Em C Bm
We swept away your markets, we lost the Walbrook pipes,
Em C Bm D
We build on open spaces
Em C B5 A5 G F#5
We spit upon your lives.
C G Bm C G Bm
Oh God Bless Rainham Marshes, to fight the bricks and steel
C G Am Em
A pox on those whose profit sees them
Bm C D Em D C D
Pouring concrete spew where once were fields,
Em D C
Once were fields.
Em D C Em D C
Once were fields.
Still in quiet corners the dead are sleeping sound,
Behind the broken hoardings, yours for just one pound.
They'll move the bones discreetly, and stack the gravestones well,
And once a year you'll earn the right to see your father's consecrated hell,
Consecrated Hell
Consecrated Hell
The air is getting thinner, the cars are slowing down,
The dogs are going hungry, I love my fair hometown
My heart is hanging heavy, don't leave me on my own,
'Cos when I die, I'll need a friend
To carve my name and dates in London Stone,
London Stone.
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tabbed by Rick Sambuco, lyrics through Keith Hill
#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. #
#------------------------------------------------------------------------------#
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From: [email protected]
Date: Thu, 11 Jan 1996 23:35:28 -0500
Subject: /b/bevis_frond/london_stone.crd
London Stone
by The Bevis Frond
from London Stone Woronzow WOO 18CD 1992
Em D C D
/ / / / / / / / [4x]
Em C G D Em C Bm
Fare thee well, old city, these changes no one needs,
Em C G D Em C B5 A5 G F#5
Your office blocks stand empty, whose walls reflect our greed.
Em C G D Em C Bm
We swept away your markets, we lost the Walbrook pipes,
Em C Bm D
We build on open spaces
Em C B5 A5 G F#5
We spit upon your lives.
C G Bm C G Bm
Oh God Bless Rainham Marshes, to fight the bricks and steel
C G Am Em
A pox on those whose profit sees them
Bm C D Em D C D
Pouring concrete spew where once were fields,
Em D C
Once were fields.
Em D C Em D C
Once were fields.
Still in quiet corners the dead are sleeping sound,
Behind the broken hoardings, yours for just one pound.
They'll move the bones discreetly, and stack the gravestones well,
And once a year you'll earn the right to see your father's consecrated hell,
Consecrated Hell
Consecrated Hell
The air is getting thinner, the cars are slowing down,
The dogs are going hungry, I love my fair hometown
My heart is hanging heavy, don't leave me on my own,
'Cos when I die, I'll need a friend
To carve my name and dates in London Stone,
London Stone.
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tabbed by Rick Sambuco, lyrics through Keith Hill
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