Named by Rolling Stone Magazine as one of 2003's Top 20 Guitarists of all-time and the recent recipient of both an Ivor Novello Award for Songwriting and the 2006 BBC Lifetime Achievement Award, the iconic British folk rock legend is one of the world's most critically acclaimed and prolific songwriters. His work is admired and recorded by such artists as Bonnie Raitt, David Byrne and Elvis Costello. From his teenage years as a founding member of the 1960's pioneering group Fairport Convention to duo work with his then-wife
¡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!
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Gypsy Love Songs, Richard Thompson (Drop D tuning)
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Dm Tropical night, Malaria moon Dying stars of the silver screen She danced that famous Gypsy dance With a hole in her tambourine
Dm I was young enough and dumb enough I swallowed down my Mickey Finn She'd hijacked a few hearts all right I went into a tailspin
BbDm7/AGm7 Don't sing me, don't sing me, don't sing me Bb/FDm No more gypsy love songs BbDm7/AGm7 Don't sing me, don't sing me, don't sing me Bb/FDm No more gypsy love songs Gm/DDm Don't stir it up again
Dm I put my arm around her waist Says she, young man, you're getting warm The room was going somewhere without me And she laughed as she read my palm
Chorus
AmEFCDmG Stillborn love, passionate dreams, pitiful greed AmEFC And the silver tongues of the tinker girls, DmEm Who throw their book of life at you FG But don't know how to read
Dm She was third generation Transylvanian I was the seventh son of a seventh son I begged the band don't play that tune Please don't beguine the begun
Dm When I awoke, she'd cut and run She stole my blueprints and my change Just a horseshoe and a note on the bed And all it said was--strange