Biografia:
Johnny Flynn é um cantor de folk britânico nascido em Londres, além de cantar, atua no grupo de teatro "Propeller", ele cita Yeats e Shakespeare como suas influências.
Seu debut foi "A Larum", lançado em 26 de maio de 2008 no Reino Unido e 27 de julho de 2008 nos Estados Unidos. Teve "Tickle Me Pink" como seu primeiro single, e este ficou no Itunes como single da semana de graça. "A Larum" também foi eleito como 37º melhor albúm de 2008 pela Paste Magazine. O crítico David Frickle chamou seu debut de maravilhoso e leve.
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Outras músicas:
- Amazon Love
- Big Black Cadillac
- Einstein's Idea
- The Water
- The Wrote And The Writ
- Hong Kong Cemetery
- The Box
- After Eliot
- All The Dogs Are Lying Down
- Barleycorn
- Barnacled Warship
- Been Listening
- Bottom Of The Sea Blues
- Brown Trout Blues
- Churlish May
- Cold Bread
- Country Mile
- Detectorists
- Drum
- Einsteins Idea
- Eyeless In Holloway
- Flowers In My Garden
- Fol
- Ghost Of Odonahue
- Gypsy Hymn
- Hard Road
- Heart Sunk Hank
- Hello Hello
- Howl
- In April
- Jeffersons Torch
- Kentucky Pill
- Leftovers
- Linden Lea
- Little Yellow Dress
- Lost And Found
- Murmuration
- Oh To Eat An Apple
- Old Tricks
- Raising The Dead
- Sally
- Shore To Shore
- Silver Song
- Stout Heart
- Sweet William
- Sweet William Part 2
- The Lady Is Risen
- The Mountain Is Burning
- The Night My Piano Upped And Died
- The Prizefighter And The Heiress
- This Mountain Is Burning
- Tickle Me Pink
- Time Unremembered
- Travel Light
- Tunnels
- Wandering Aengus
- Where My Father Went
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
This is an amazing song by Johnny Flynn called "Barnacled Warship":
Please contact me for any corrections, it is my first tab ;).
Intro: Am, C, F, C, Dm, Dm, Dm (* = a little time longer as usual^^(I think it's
1/4 of a whole bar)),G
Am C F C
Gotta get out, gotta shout, gotta sing
Dm Dm Dm* G
Gotta dance, gotta jump, gotta run
Am C F C
Think I'll fight a war, I don't know what for
Dm Dm Dm* G
But I'll learn when I get my gun
Am C F C
Well I left home three days ago
Dm Dm Dm* G
I feel like going to bed
Am C F C
Open the courts and a new religion
Dm Dm Dm
Burning through my head
Dm Dm Dm* G
Burning through my head
Made my way with the fusiliers
I even fought my way back home
But the front line shifted and my rifle got lifted
Had to fight the war on my own
Well I left home three days ago
I feel like going to bed
Water downtown gave me cold, cold fingers
And my feet were made of lead
My feet were made of lead
G F C
I'll just eat fruit on your doorstep
G F Am
I'll just drink pailfulls of rain
G F C
I'm but a barnacled warship
G F Am
Singing the fighter's refrain
G F
Singing the fighter's
Am C F C
Made my way with the Salvation Army
Dm Dm Dm G
Take them on with a tambourine
Am C F C
I'll strike down sinners like the old gunslingers
Dm Dm Dm* G
Smooth 'em out like margerine
Well I left home three days ago
I feel like going to bed
Open the courts and a new religion
Burning through my head
Burning through my head
Went to the gambling shop today
They had me five to one
Heard a voice behind me say
Put down the Bible and pick up your gun
Well I left home three days ago
I feel like going to bed
Water downtown gave me cold, cold fingers
And my feet were made of lead
My feet were made of lead
I'll just eat fruit on your doorstep
I'll just drink pailfulls of rain
I'm but a barnacled warship
Singing the fighter's refrain
Singing the fighter's
Please contact me for any corrections, it is my first tab ;).
Intro: Am, C, F, C, Dm, Dm, Dm (* = a little time longer as usual^^(I think it's
1/4 of a whole bar)),G
Am C F C
Gotta get out, gotta shout, gotta sing
Dm Dm Dm* G
Gotta dance, gotta jump, gotta run
Am C F C
Think I'll fight a war, I don't know what for
Dm Dm Dm* G
But I'll learn when I get my gun
Am C F C
Well I left home three days ago
Dm Dm Dm* G
I feel like going to bed
Am C F C
Open the courts and a new religion
Dm Dm Dm
Burning through my head
Dm Dm Dm* G
Burning through my head
Made my way with the fusiliers
I even fought my way back home
But the front line shifted and my rifle got lifted
Had to fight the war on my own
Well I left home three days ago
I feel like going to bed
Water downtown gave me cold, cold fingers
And my feet were made of lead
My feet were made of lead
G F C
I'll just eat fruit on your doorstep
G F Am
I'll just drink pailfulls of rain
G F C
I'm but a barnacled warship
G F Am
Singing the fighter's refrain
G F
Singing the fighter's
Am C F C
Made my way with the Salvation Army
Dm Dm Dm G
Take them on with a tambourine
Am C F C
I'll strike down sinners like the old gunslingers
Dm Dm Dm* G
Smooth 'em out like margerine
Well I left home three days ago
I feel like going to bed
Open the courts and a new religion
Burning through my head
Burning through my head
Went to the gambling shop today
They had me five to one
Heard a voice behind me say
Put down the Bible and pick up your gun
Well I left home three days ago
I feel like going to bed
Water downtown gave me cold, cold fingers
And my feet were made of lead
My feet were made of lead
I'll just eat fruit on your doorstep
I'll just drink pailfulls of rain
I'm but a barnacled warship
Singing the fighter's refrain
Singing the fighter's
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