Biografia:
Mike Heron e Robin Williamson são ingleses. Formaram a banda nos anos 60 e seguiram pelos anos 70, separando-se depois. No nosso século (XXI) se juntaram novamente e fizeram shows e lançaram novos albuns. É um trabalho bastante melódico, experimental, livre, chegando a ser ingênuo algumas vezes, naif eu diria. Representam a essencia dos movimentos hippies de contracultura dos anos 60, inclusive vivendo em comunidade. Ambos compõem, cantam e tocam vários instrumentos.
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Outras músicas:
- A Very Cellular Song
- Air
- Blues For The Muse
- Chinese White
- Cousin Caterpillar
- Dear Old Battlefield
- Ducks On A Pond
- Empty Pocket Blues
- Everythings Fine Right Now
- Greatest Friend
- Jobs Tears
- Koeeoaddi There
- Little Cloud
- Log Cabin Home In The Sky
- Long Time Sun
- Lordly Nightshade
- Minotaurs Song
- No Sleep Blues
- October Song
- Painting Box
- Smoke Shovelling Song
- The Hedgehogs Song
- There Is A Green Crown
- Turquoise Blue
- Way Back In The 1960S
- When You Find Out Who You Are
- Witchs Hat
- Worlds They Rise And Fall
- You Get Brighter
- You Know What You Could Be
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!
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Painting Box - Incredible String Band
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Tabbed by:Travis
Email:[email protected]
Tuning:standard
INTRO:
there are several guitars playing, but this is the main riff...
D7 G D7 G
e|--------0--3-----3-3----------0--3----3------------------------------------|
B|-0-1--3------3---------0-1--3------3---------------------------------------|
G|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
D|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
A|-----------------------------------------3-2-3-2---------------------------|
E|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
Em C G C
When the morning of your eyes comes waking through my shadows
Em C D7 G
Leaving just a trace of twilight sleep,
Em C G C
I whisper to the baby raindrops playing on my window,
Em C G D7 G
And tell them gently this is not the time that they should weep.
CHORUS:
D7 G
For somewhere in my mind there is a painting box,
D7 G
I have every color there it's true.
D7 G
Just lately when I look inside my painting box,
D7 G
I seem to pick the colors of you.
Em C G C
My Friday evening's foot-steps plodding dully through this black town,
Em C D7 G
Are far away now from the world that I'm in.
Em C G C
My eyes are listening to some sounds that I think just might be springtime,
Em C G D7 G
With daffo-dils between my toes I'm laughing at their whim,
CHORUS
Em C G C
The purple sail above me catches all the strength of summer.
Em C D7 G
Fishes stop and ask me where I am bound.
Em C G C
I smile and shake my head and say my little ship is sinking,
Em C G D7 G
But I kind of like the sea that I'm on, and I don't mind if I do drown.
CHORUS
Painting Box - Incredible String Band
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Tabbed by:Travis
Email:[email protected]
Tuning:standard
INTRO:
there are several guitars playing, but this is the main riff...
D7 G D7 G
e|--------0--3-----3-3----------0--3----3------------------------------------|
B|-0-1--3------3---------0-1--3------3---------------------------------------|
G|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
D|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
A|-----------------------------------------3-2-3-2---------------------------|
E|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
Em C G C
When the morning of your eyes comes waking through my shadows
Em C D7 G
Leaving just a trace of twilight sleep,
Em C G C
I whisper to the baby raindrops playing on my window,
Em C G D7 G
And tell them gently this is not the time that they should weep.
CHORUS:
D7 G
For somewhere in my mind there is a painting box,
D7 G
I have every color there it's true.
D7 G
Just lately when I look inside my painting box,
D7 G
I seem to pick the colors of you.
Em C G C
My Friday evening's foot-steps plodding dully through this black town,
Em C D7 G
Are far away now from the world that I'm in.
Em C G C
My eyes are listening to some sounds that I think just might be springtime,
Em C G D7 G
With daffo-dils between my toes I'm laughing at their whim,
CHORUS
Em C G C
The purple sail above me catches all the strength of summer.
Em C D7 G
Fishes stop and ask me where I am bound.
Em C G C
I smile and shake my head and say my little ship is sinking,
Em C G D7 G
But I kind of like the sea that I'm on, and I don't mind if I do drown.
CHORUS
The Insane
The Inspector Cl (...)
The Inspirations (...)
The Insyderz
The Internationa (...)
The island club
The Isley Brothe (...)
The Islingtons
The Israelites
The Iveys