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.
¡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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London Stone by The Bevis Frond
from London Stone Woronzow WOO 18CD 1992
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EmCGDEmCBm Fare thee well, old city, these changes no one needs, EmCGDEmCB5A5GF#5 Your office blocks stand empty, whose walls reflect our greed. EmCGDEmCBm We swept away your markets, we lost the Walbrook pipes, EmCBmD We build on open spaces EmCB5A5GF#5 We spit upon your lives. CGBmCGBm Oh God Bless Rainham Marshes, to fight the bricks and steel CGAmEm A pox on those whose profit sees them BmCDEmDCD Pouring concrete spew where once were fields, EmDC Once were fields.
EmDCEmDC 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.