Tom Robinson (b. 1st June 1950) is an English musician.
Born in Cambridge, Cambridgeshire, England, Robinson was the founding member of the Tom Robinson Band, an overtly political band with several hits in the 1970s, such as "2-4-6-8 Motorway" and "Power in the Darkness". Robinson's other best known song is "Glad to be Gay", and he was an outspoken hero of the gay movement in the 1970s.
In the 1980s he fronted Sector 27, another highly political rock band, which released one album and left Robinson virtually bankrupt.
¡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!
June '54 F#m Streets full of refugees AB And rumours of war C#m In a queue at the station
A stranger arrived F#m You walked up & fixed me AB With wild hazel eyes
But the hotel was crowded I followed in fright You slammed the door behind us And smashed out the light You said "why try to fight it?" To my racing heart Then we nuzzled like animals And kissed in the dark
Bridge: E We wrecked the bed spent the rent A Left there without a cent F#mAC#mB Drank the fare and never made the train AG#mB Till 25 I was barely alive F#mAB And I wondered what hit me
Chorus: AC#mG#mBAC#mB When you tattooed me... tattooed me AC#mG#mB You tattooed me tattooed me ABC#mAB And I wondered what hit me when you came
Shacked up in basements Behind broken doors Bugs in the blankets And glass on the floor Cold broke & hungry With quarrels and fights Coughing blood through the winter I felt so alive
And then on one fatal day You signed your life away I was too weak for alarm I was drunk and asleep As you left for the fleet You tattooed your name on my arm
Yeah you tattooed me tattooed me You tattooed me tattooed me Your name with a needle in my arm
Break (flamenco strum as required) C#mABA
With the peace in Geneva The world crawled away From the brink of oblivion We all breathed again And when you deserted No more letters came My life cut to pieces I started again
And when I was on the mend I drifted to Zaventem Worked there unloading the plane And I paid my way On a thousand a day And I never did see you again
But you tattooed me... tattooed me You tattooed me tattooed me You tattooed me tattooed me You tattooed me tattooed me And the mark of the needle remains
You tattooed me tattooed me And I knew that we'd never meet again