Biografia:
The Dubliners é um grupo musical de música folk (popular) irlandesa. Se originaram como banda em 1962, na capital da Irlanda, Dublin. Seus membros originais foram: Ronnie Drew (voz, guitarras), Luke Kelly (voz, banjo, guitarra), Barney McKenna (banjo), Ciaran Bourke (flauta irlandesa, gaita, guitarra, voz) e John Sheahan (violino).
Originalmente o grupo se chamava "The Ronnie Drew Group", porém trocaram o nome para The Dubliners devido a novela de James Joyce ("Dubliners") que Luke Kelley estava lendo na época.
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Outras músicas:
- Dirty Old Town
- Lord Of The Dance
- Molly Malone
- Rocky Road To Dublin
- Sean South From Garryowen
- Tell Me Ma
- The Lark In The Morning
- Whiskey In The Jar
- Carrickfergus
- All For Me Grog
- Auld Orange Flute
- Black Velvet Band
- Boston Burglar
- Bugger Off
- Building Up And Tearing England Down
- Bunch Of Red Roses
- Cavan Girl
- Cod Liver Oil
- Come And Join The British Army
- Darby Oleary
- Donegal Danny
- Dont Get Married
- Drink It Up Men
- Dublin In The Rare Old Times
- Eileen Og
- Fiddlers Green
- Finnegans Wake
- Foggy Dew
- Free The People
- Gartan Mothers Lullaby
- Go To Sea No More
- God Save Ireland
- Golden Jubilee
- Grace
- Hand Me Down My Bible
- Hot Asphalt
- I Wish I Had Someone To Love Me
- I Wish I Was Back In Liverpool
- If You Ever Go To Dublin Town
- Ill Tell Me Ma
- Im A Rover
- James Larkin
- Joe Hill
- Kelly The Boy From Killane
- Leaving Of Liverpool
- Lock Up Your Daughters
- Maids When Youre Young
- Marino Waltz
- Master Mc Grath
- Mcalpines Fusiliers
- Molly Maguires
- Monto
- Muirsheen Durkin
- Nelsons Farewell
- Nora
- Oh I Loved The Ground
- On Raglan Road
- Parcel Of Rogues
- Peggy Gordon
- Poor Paddy On The Railway
- Quare Bungle Rye
- Raglan Road
- Ragmans Ball
- Rare Old Mountain Dew
- Rising Of The Moon
- Roddy Mccorley
- Sally Mclennane
- Sam Hall
- Scorn Not His Simplicity
- Seven Deadly Sins
- Seven Drunken Nights
- Song For Ireland
- Springhill Mining Disaster
- Springhill Mining Disaster Luke Kelly Version
- The Bonny Shoals Of Herring
- The Dublin Fusiliers
- The Dundee Weaver
- The Ferryman
- The Fields Of Athenry
- The Glendalough Saint
- The Holy Ground
- The Irish Navy
- The Irish Rover
- The Last Thing On My Mind
- The Maid Of The Sweet Brown Knowe
- The Manchester Rambler
- The Molly Maguires
- The Night Visiting Song
- The Nightingale
- The Old Alarm Clock
- The Rare Old Times
- The Rose Of Allendale
- The Town I Loved So Well
- The Unquiet Grave
- The Wild Rover
- Tibby Dunbar
- Tramps And Hawkers
- When The Boys Come Rolling Home
- Whiskey On A Sunday
- Wild Rover
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!
Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
SONG: BUILDING UP AND TEARING ENGLAND DOWN
ARTIST: THE DUBLINERS
TAB BY: DON CZARSKI
EMAIL: GUITARZAN7@HOTMAIL.COM
BUILDING UP AND TEARING ENGLAND DOWN
THE DUBLINERS
INTRO:
A
VERSE:
A D E
Oh, I won a hero's name with McAlpine and Costain
A D E A
With Fitz Patrick, Murphy Ash and the Wimpy's gang
A D E
I've been often on the road on me way to draw the dole
A D E A
When there's nothing left to do for Johnny Laing
BREAK:
F#m C#
And I used to think that God made the mixer, pick and hod
F#m C# F#m
So a Paddy might no hell above the ground
VERSE:
LOW E STRING -2---4-
A
I've had ganger's big and tough
D E
Tell me tear that hole out rough
CHORUS:
A D E A
When you're building up and tearing England down
VERSE:
A D E
In a tunnel under ground a young Limerick man was found
A D E A
He was built into the new Victoria line
A D E
When the bonus gang had passed sticking from the concrete cast
A D E A
Was the face of little Charlie Joe Divine
BREAK:
F#m C#
And the ganger man McGurk said big Paddy hates the work
F#m C# F#m
When the gas main blew and he flew off the ground
VERSE:
LOW E STRING -2---4-
A
Oh they swore he'd send down slack
D E
And I'll not be there until I'm back
CHORUS:
A D E A
Keep on building up and tearing England down
VERSE:
A D E
I was on the shuttering dam on the day that Jack McCann
A D E A
Got the better of his stammer in a week
A
He fell from the shuttering dam
D E
And that poor old stuttering man
A D E A
He was never ever more inclined to speak
BREAK:
F#m C#
And I saw old Balls McColl with a big fly over haul
F#m C# F#m
Into a concrete mixer spinning round
VERSE:
LOW E STRING -2---4-
A
Though it wasn't his intent
D E
He got a fine head of cement
CHORUS:
A D E A
When he was building up and tearing England down
VERSE:
A D E
I remember carrier Jack with his hod upon his back
A D E A
How he swore one day he'd set the world on fire
A
Well his face they've never seen
D E
Since his shovel it cut clean
A D E A
To the middle of the big high tension wires
BREAK:
F#m C#
Oh the more like Robin Hood well he wrung trough Cricklewood
F#m C# F#m
Or dance around the pubs in Camdon Town
VERSE:
LOW E STRING -2---4-
A
Oh but let no man proclaim
D E
Sure old Pad' could die in vain
CHORUS:
A D E A
When he's building up and tearing England down
INSTRUMENTAL:
A D A E
A D A E A
F#m D A E A D A E A
F#m D A E A D A E A
F#m D A E A D A E A
VERSE:
A
So come all you navvy's bold
D E
Do not think that English gold
A D E A
Is just waiting to be taken from each sod
A D E
By the likes of you and me will never get an O.B.E
A D E A
Or a knighthood for good service to the hod
BRIDGE:
F#m
It's the concrete master race
C#
That would keep you in your place
F#m C# F#m
And a ganger man to kick you to the ground
VERSE:
LOW E STRING -2---4-
A
If you ever try to take
D E
Part of what the bosses make
CHORUS:
A D E A
When you're building up and tearing England down
ARTIST: THE DUBLINERS
TAB BY: DON CZARSKI
EMAIL: GUITARZAN7@HOTMAIL.COM
BUILDING UP AND TEARING ENGLAND DOWN
THE DUBLINERS
INTRO:
A
VERSE:
A D E
Oh, I won a hero's name with McAlpine and Costain
A D E A
With Fitz Patrick, Murphy Ash and the Wimpy's gang
A D E
I've been often on the road on me way to draw the dole
A D E A
When there's nothing left to do for Johnny Laing
BREAK:
F#m C#
And I used to think that God made the mixer, pick and hod
F#m C# F#m
So a Paddy might no hell above the ground
VERSE:
LOW E STRING -2---4-
A
I've had ganger's big and tough
D E
Tell me tear that hole out rough
CHORUS:
A D E A
When you're building up and tearing England down
VERSE:
A D E
In a tunnel under ground a young Limerick man was found
A D E A
He was built into the new Victoria line
A D E
When the bonus gang had passed sticking from the concrete cast
A D E A
Was the face of little Charlie Joe Divine
BREAK:
F#m C#
And the ganger man McGurk said big Paddy hates the work
F#m C# F#m
When the gas main blew and he flew off the ground
VERSE:
LOW E STRING -2---4-
A
Oh they swore he'd send down slack
D E
And I'll not be there until I'm back
CHORUS:
A D E A
Keep on building up and tearing England down
VERSE:
A D E
I was on the shuttering dam on the day that Jack McCann
A D E A
Got the better of his stammer in a week
A
He fell from the shuttering dam
D E
And that poor old stuttering man
A D E A
He was never ever more inclined to speak
BREAK:
F#m C#
And I saw old Balls McColl with a big fly over haul
F#m C# F#m
Into a concrete mixer spinning round
VERSE:
LOW E STRING -2---4-
A
Though it wasn't his intent
D E
He got a fine head of cement
CHORUS:
A D E A
When he was building up and tearing England down
VERSE:
A D E
I remember carrier Jack with his hod upon his back
A D E A
How he swore one day he'd set the world on fire
A
Well his face they've never seen
D E
Since his shovel it cut clean
A D E A
To the middle of the big high tension wires
BREAK:
F#m C#
Oh the more like Robin Hood well he wrung trough Cricklewood
F#m C# F#m
Or dance around the pubs in Camdon Town
VERSE:
LOW E STRING -2---4-
A
Oh but let no man proclaim
D E
Sure old Pad' could die in vain
CHORUS:
A D E A
When he's building up and tearing England down
INSTRUMENTAL:
A D A E
A D A E A
F#m D A E A D A E A
F#m D A E A D A E A
F#m D A E A D A E A
VERSE:
A
So come all you navvy's bold
D E
Do not think that English gold
A D E A
Is just waiting to be taken from each sod
A D E
By the likes of you and me will never get an O.B.E
A D E A
Or a knighthood for good service to the hod
BRIDGE:
F#m
It's the concrete master race
C#
That would keep you in your place
F#m C# F#m
And a ganger man to kick you to the ground
VERSE:
LOW E STRING -2---4-
A
If you ever try to take
D E
Part of what the bosses make
CHORUS:
A D E A
When you're building up and tearing England down
