Biografía:
Ralph McTell, nombre artístico de Ralph May, nació en Farnborough, Reino Unido. Cantautor de temprana vocación, no se interesó por dedicarse a la música hasta que descubrió durante su adolescencia la cultura beatnik. Más tarde comenzó a recorrer Europa en compañía de su guitarra. Elaboró su primer álbum en 1967. Recodado especialmente por el tema ‘Streets of London’ (1969), contenido en su segundo LP ‘Spiral Staircase’ (1969). La canción no se publicó en el Reino Unido en single hasta 1974
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Otras canciones:
- Streets Of London
- Around The Wild Cape Horn
- Barges
- Clare To Here
- Clown
- Easter Lilies
- England
- First Song
- From Clare To Here
- Girl From The Hiring Fair
- Impala Song
- In The Dreamtime
- Jesus Wept
- Last Train And Ride
- London Apprentice
- Maginot Waltz
- Mr Connaughton
- Nannas Song
- Somewhere Down The Road
- Summer Girl
- The Wind In The Willows
- Weather The Storm
- Zimmerman Blues
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
Tuning: D A D G B D -> Double Drop D
Capo: 3rd Fret
You have to pick the Chords:
(Only the strings you'll hit while picking are written down, strings you don't hit
are marked with a x)
Am = x0x210
D = 0xx230
D7 = xxx010
G = 5xx000
am11 = xxx030
Em6 = 2xx005
F9 = 3xx010
G/F = 3xx000
C = x3x010
D6 = x3x200
F+ = 3xx100
Am* = x0x212
G* = 5xx005
Gm7 = 5xx004
G7 = 5xx003
F+7 = x3x111
G/D = x2x030
Em* = 2xx000
D* = x3x200
Dm = 0xx053
Dm* = 0xx453
Dm** = 0xx353
Dm*** = 0xx253
D*** = 0xx234
A = 2xx222
Intro: Am D Am D
Am D Am D D7 G am11 Em6 Am D
The lights have gone dim, and the people are gone. And clown goes back into his caravan.
Am D Am D D7 G am11 Em6 Am D
Hangs up his smile on a hook by the door And lets his ragged coat slip to the floor.
F9 G/F C D6
With the sound of the children's laughter Still ringing in his ears.
F+ Am* D
Laughing 'cause they're happy, They laugh to hide their fears.
G* Gm7 G7 Am*
Clown loves the children For, like him, they fear.
F+7 G/D Em* D* G*
The world does not exist tonight, And only the circus, Only the circus is real.
Dm Dm*
As real as the elephants that trumpet in the ring. Real like the trapeze, see it swing.
Dm** Dm***
Real like the man who eats real fire, Real like the lady on the high wire.
La, la... D*** A D x2
But the people have gone, his identity gone. Clown peeps through he window of his caravan.
From the trees on the common The town looks so small.
Clown puts on his coat and goes out the door. And the distant neon lights
They shine above the town. "It's almost like a circus", thinks clown.
Then half with fear And half with delight, Shivering, shaking.
Clown stands laughing, Clown stands laughing, Clown is laughing at the night.
Capo: 3rd Fret
You have to pick the Chords:
(Only the strings you'll hit while picking are written down, strings you don't hit
are marked with a x)
Am = x0x210
D = 0xx230
D7 = xxx010
G = 5xx000
am11 = xxx030
Em6 = 2xx005
F9 = 3xx010
G/F = 3xx000
C = x3x010
D6 = x3x200
F+ = 3xx100
Am* = x0x212
G* = 5xx005
Gm7 = 5xx004
G7 = 5xx003
F+7 = x3x111
G/D = x2x030
Em* = 2xx000
D* = x3x200
Dm = 0xx053
Dm* = 0xx453
Dm** = 0xx353
Dm*** = 0xx253
D*** = 0xx234
A = 2xx222
Intro: Am D Am D
Am D Am D D7 G am11 Em6 Am D
The lights have gone dim, and the people are gone. And clown goes back into his caravan.
Am D Am D D7 G am11 Em6 Am D
Hangs up his smile on a hook by the door And lets his ragged coat slip to the floor.
F9 G/F C D6
With the sound of the children's laughter Still ringing in his ears.
F+ Am* D
Laughing 'cause they're happy, They laugh to hide their fears.
G* Gm7 G7 Am*
Clown loves the children For, like him, they fear.
F+7 G/D Em* D* G*
The world does not exist tonight, And only the circus, Only the circus is real.
Dm Dm*
As real as the elephants that trumpet in the ring. Real like the trapeze, see it swing.
Dm** Dm***
Real like the man who eats real fire, Real like the lady on the high wire.
La, la... D*** A D x2
But the people have gone, his identity gone. Clown peeps through he window of his caravan.
From the trees on the common The town looks so small.
Clown puts on his coat and goes out the door. And the distant neon lights
They shine above the town. "It's almost like a circus", thinks clown.
Then half with fear And half with delight, Shivering, shaking.
Clown stands laughing, Clown stands laughing, Clown is laughing at the night.
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