Biografia:
Justin Sullivan is a UK singer/songwriter born April 8, 1956 in Jordans, Buckinghamshire to Quaker parents.
More famous as the frontman of New Model Army his solo work is often sadly overlooked. His voice is given more emphasis than in the bands material, with some breathtakingly emotional lyrics accompanied by gentle acoustic guitar and soaring strings.
Apart from his regular New Model Army-albums, he has released two live albums with New Model Army material together with various members of the band capturing their off-duty tours
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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!
Original: capo at 2nd fret (all chords relative)
Best served with lots of harmonica, this version is simplified, the original uses some 5 chords
Em D
The caravan flipped over two, three times went spinning down the carriageway
Em D Em
Breaking up into splinters wheels spinning around in the dust at the foot of the hill
Em D
And all the old clothes, the pots and pans and the photographs
Em D
The little things of those people's lives strewn across the road
Chorus:
G D Em
We all want what we cannot have
G D Em
We've driven so far, we can never get back
G D Bm
Sitting in the all-night cafe in a curl of smoke
C
Telling tales of the road
Em D
By the glow of a flickering lighter we went stumbling forward through the corridor
Em D
Up the broken staircase to the top of the trail of shattered glass
Em D
Damp mattresses in the doorway, an old abandoned take-away
Em D
Nothing much to tell us if and where you'd gone
C
By now you could be miles away
Chorus:
G D Em
We all want what we cannot have
G D Em
We've driven so far, we can never get back
G D Bm
Sitting in the all-night cafe in a curl of smoke
C
Telling tales of the road
Bridge:
D G C
And everyone just keeps moving on, you turn around and find they're all gone
D G C Am Em
The lights go out one by one, the prodigal son is not coming home
Em D Em
Down at the ferrybridge junction beneath the cooling towers a man stood hitching a ride
Em D
And in the long grass at the verge his son was laid asleep
Em D
He said nothing's left to keep us in the city where we come from
Em D
Take us far away from here looking for work and the wishing well
Em D
This afternoon the sunlight spilled shadows across the golden hills
Em D
They searched us at the border but they're not looking for what we're hiding
C
They're not looking for what we're hiding
Chorus:
G D Em
We just want what we cannot have
G D Em
We've driven so far, we can never get back
G D Bm
Sitting in the all-night cafe in a curl of smoke
C
Telling tales of the road
G D Bm
Sitting in the all-night cafe in a curl of smoke
C
Telling tales of the road
Am Em
Tales of the road
Best served with lots of harmonica, this version is simplified, the original uses some 5 chords
Em D
The caravan flipped over two, three times went spinning down the carriageway
Em D Em
Breaking up into splinters wheels spinning around in the dust at the foot of the hill
Em D
And all the old clothes, the pots and pans and the photographs
Em D
The little things of those people's lives strewn across the road
Chorus:
G D Em
We all want what we cannot have
G D Em
We've driven so far, we can never get back
G D Bm
Sitting in the all-night cafe in a curl of smoke
C
Telling tales of the road
Em D
By the glow of a flickering lighter we went stumbling forward through the corridor
Em D
Up the broken staircase to the top of the trail of shattered glass
Em D
Damp mattresses in the doorway, an old abandoned take-away
Em D
Nothing much to tell us if and where you'd gone
C
By now you could be miles away
Chorus:
G D Em
We all want what we cannot have
G D Em
We've driven so far, we can never get back
G D Bm
Sitting in the all-night cafe in a curl of smoke
C
Telling tales of the road
Bridge:
D G C
And everyone just keeps moving on, you turn around and find they're all gone
D G C Am Em
The lights go out one by one, the prodigal son is not coming home
Em D Em
Down at the ferrybridge junction beneath the cooling towers a man stood hitching a ride
Em D
And in the long grass at the verge his son was laid asleep
Em D
He said nothing's left to keep us in the city where we come from
Em D
Take us far away from here looking for work and the wishing well
Em D
This afternoon the sunlight spilled shadows across the golden hills
Em D
They searched us at the border but they're not looking for what we're hiding
C
They're not looking for what we're hiding
Chorus:
G D Em
We just want what we cannot have
G D Em
We've driven so far, we can never get back
G D Bm
Sitting in the all-night cafe in a curl of smoke
C
Telling tales of the road
G D Bm
Sitting in the all-night cafe in a curl of smoke
C
Telling tales of the road
Am Em
Tales of the road
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Justine Pelmelay
Justine Raber
Justine Skye
Justine Sletten