"Algunos cantautores, cuando tocan se imaginan que son Bob Dylan; yo me imagino que soy The Clash"
Billy Bragg, nacido en Barking, Essex-Inglaterra el 20 de diciembre de 1957, es un cantautor izquierdista muy vinculado al movimiento obrero.
Formó parte del llamado anti-Folk de los años 80. Es un artista influido tanto por el punk-rock (en especial The Clash, se le conoció como el 'one-man-Clash'), como por los cantautores comprometidos, en especial
¡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!
#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #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. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: [email protected] (William Vaughan) Date: 20 Jul 1995 19:06:46 GMT Subject: CRD Billy Bragg's "St. Swithins Day"
Here's Billy Bragg's "St. Swithins Day" off of Back to Basics. Timing is everything here, so listen to the record too. With the main picking pattern, during the verses and the first two times in the intro, the high E string isn't picked - everywhere else the progression shows up, it is. A case could be made that the C/G is really Gsus4, but the latter sounds better to me. On the last line of the verse (F, C, G) stress the bass strings. Capo on 2nd fret.
Chords
C/F xx3010 F xx321x C/E xx2010 Am x02210 C x32010 G* xx543x C/G 3x2010 G 320003
Intro C/F C/E C C/G G (2 times w/o high E, next two with) C/GGC/GGC/GG
C/FC/ECC/GG Thinking back now
C/FC/ECC/GG I suppose you were just stating your views
C/FC/ECC/GG What was it all for
C/FC/ECC/GG For the weather or the battle of Agincourt
FG* And the times that we all hoped would last
Am (pick through) Like a train they have gone by so fast
FCG And though we stood together at the edge of the platform
We were not moved by them
*Intro pattern again 2 xs with high E)*
*same* With my own hands When I make love to your memory It's not the same I miss the thunder I miss the rain And the fact that you don't understand Cast a shadow over this land But the sun still shines from behind it
*same* Thanks all the same But I just can't bring myself to answer your letters It's not your fault But your honesty touches me like a fire The polaroids that hold us together Will surely fade away Like the love that we spoke of forever On St. Swithins Day
*Intro with high E and fade into cool keyboard thing*