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 what I put together, so it may not be perfect. However, it is better than what I
could find from around the web.
Key: E major
(Verse 1)
A E
It was a busy year for death
F#m E
She crept about the palace.
A E
And we had poor defense
F#m E
And she had little malice
A E
A gentle touch put here -
F#m E
A sad and curt embrace.
A E
A wooden kiss enough
F#m E
To put them in their place.
(Chorus)
A E
And where my father went
A E A E
Is not now common knowledge;
A E
The inventory was lent
A E A E
To some old Cambridge college.
(Interlude)
A E C#m A
A E C#m A
(Verse 2) Same as verse 1
I had little faith then,
Nothing spoke to me.
When what you see is Gospel,
The Gospel isn’t free.
And Krishna’s conch is sunk,
The lotus not in bloom,
Solomon’s song unsung
And prayers are called too soon.
(Chorus)
So where my father went
Is wind against the Mountain
His love was all but spent
So mine is as a fountain.
(Verse 3)
All the fruit turn red,
Some of them are still green
But never will you see one
That’s stuck and in between.
As all came from a garden
Where the wind has died down low
And there my father went
To help the green fruit grow.
(Chorus)
He tends them with a smile,
His fingers stroke the leaves.
He’ll never leave the garden,
It's all that I believe.
(Instrumental Verse, Chorus, and Interlude)
End.
could find from around the web.
Key: E major
(Verse 1)
A E
It was a busy year for death
F#m E
She crept about the palace.
A E
And we had poor defense
F#m E
And she had little malice
A E
A gentle touch put here -
F#m E
A sad and curt embrace.
A E
A wooden kiss enough
F#m E
To put them in their place.
(Chorus)
A E
And where my father went
A E A E
Is not now common knowledge;
A E
The inventory was lent
A E A E
To some old Cambridge college.
(Interlude)
A E C#m A
A E C#m A
(Verse 2) Same as verse 1
I had little faith then,
Nothing spoke to me.
When what you see is Gospel,
The Gospel isn’t free.
And Krishna’s conch is sunk,
The lotus not in bloom,
Solomon’s song unsung
And prayers are called too soon.
(Chorus)
So where my father went
Is wind against the Mountain
His love was all but spent
So mine is as a fountain.
(Verse 3)
All the fruit turn red,
Some of them are still green
But never will you see one
That’s stuck and in between.
As all came from a garden
Where the wind has died down low
And there my father went
To help the green fruit grow.
(Chorus)
He tends them with a smile,
His fingers stroke the leaves.
He’ll never leave the garden,
It's all that I believe.
(Instrumental Verse, Chorus, and Interlude)
End.
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