Roy Harper, é um expoente do rock inglês, do folk, cantor e guitarrista, músico profissional desde meados dos anos 1960. Harper reconheceu ser influenciado por muitas formas de música, que vão de Miles Davis a Igor Stravinsky, além do folk-blues com Leadbelly, Josh White, Big Bill Broonzy e Woody Guthrie.
Como músico, Harper é conhecido por seu estilo próprio, de composições complexas. Ele lançou um grande catálogo de álbuns como artista, a maioria dos quais estão disponíveis em sua própria gravadora Science Friction.
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!
#----------------------------------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] Subject: CRD: Black cloud of islam. Roy Harper
This is a song by Roy Harper. The lyrics are a little bit strong. It was written after Fazod Bazoft was executed for being in the wrong place at the wrong time, so he was a bit pissed off. Its directed at the use of religion to justify violence and oppression and not at the religion itself.
Its a song in the classic protest fashion. Its played on n acoustic with a bit of violence to it. Strum hard and fast. If you can manage the growl that Roy gets with his voice then all the better.
EminDG Well Im sick to the death, GEminCD of the news on the screen, EminDG of the hisbullah scum, GEminCD and jehad the obscene, whose men plant the bombs, and then live feeling free, to watch women and children, be killed on TV
What kind of publicicty needs so much blood, thats not for some sad diabolical god, Ive not read the book so I cannot recite but I'll bet Salman Rushdie was just about right
And the butchers who've got all this blood on their hands are the ones who need God to be stood where he stands Blessing this kidnapping murder and war, with books written hundreds of ages before
And women in veils walk in paces behind it doesnt sit easy in my kind of mind, it speaks of oppression, and no other choice, than rigid reliance to the loudest voice
You can but a lead bullet clean through this guitar cause Im not over joyed with the story so far sharing this world with the nutters of god, is as good as being six feet under the sod, And I am the prophet so dont believe me, Im the same as the old ones except that Im free to give you a piece of my mind which is this Your the worst of Jehova's blind witnesses with your feet in the door of the deepest abyss which is underneath the black cloud of islam