Biography:
Christy Moore, a native of Co. Kildare, Ireland, found fame as a member of the legendary tradition folk band Planxty. Since then he has carved out his own career as a consummate solo performer. In the 1980s Christy teamed up with Donal Lunny to form the innovative Moving Hearts.
Christy Moore started in the music business in the mid-sixties, when his life as a bank clerk was interrupted by a bank strike, and he moved to England. There he became involved in the folk music scene at the time
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Other songs:
- Natives
- Spancil Hill
- The Lakes Of Pontchartrain
- A Pair Of Brown Eyes
- Aisling
- All I Remember
- Allende
- Among The Wicklow Hills
- Apair Of Brown Eyes
- Arthur Macbride
- As I Roved Out
- Back Home In Derry
- Barrowland
- Biko Drum
- Black Is The Colour
- Black Jack County Chain
- Bright Blue Rose
- Casey
- City Of Chicago
- Cliffs Of Dooneen
- Continental Ceili
- Cry Like A Man
- Delirium Tremens
- Does This Train Stop On Merseyside
- Dunnes Stores
- El Salvador
- Fairytale Of New York
- Faithful Departed
- Follow Me Up To Carlow
- Galtee Mountain Boy
- Go Move Shift
- Hey Sandy
- Irish Ways And Irish Laws
- John Odreams
- Johnny Dont Go To Ballincollig
- Joxer Goes To Stuttgart
- Lakes Of Pontchartrain
- Lisdoonvarna And Ill Tell Me Ma
- Little Musgrave
- Mary From Dungloe
- Matty
- Missing You
- Motherland
- My Little Honda 50
- Nancy Spain
- No Time For Love
- North And South Of The River
- On Morecambe Bay
- One Last Cold Kiss
- Only Our Rivers Run Free
- Ordinary Man
- Quiet Desperation
- Reel In The Flickering Light
- Ride On
- Scapegoats
- Smoke And Strong Whiskey
- So Do I
- St Brendans Voyage
- The Boy From Tamlaghduff
- The Contender
- The Craic Was Ninety In The Isle Of Man
- The Curragh Of Kildare
- The Dying Soldier
- The Mad Lady And Me
- The Night Visit
- The Time Has Come
- The Two Conneeleys
- The Voyage
- They Never Came Home
- Tyrone Boys
- Veronica
- Viva La Quinta Brigada
- Weekend In Amsterdam
- Welcome To The Cabaret
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Fairytale Of New York:
This is the way he played it on jools holland, Capo on First fret.
Basically chords like this for first two verses:
C F C G
C F C G
C G
And then a slight change to:
C F C G
C G C F
G C
Then the third part is:
C
C F G C
C
C F G C
F C A
C F G C
It's just that repeated. But here how the timing is roughly.
C F
It was Christmas Eve babe in the drunk tank
C G
An old man said to me, won't see another one
C F
And then he sang a song The Rare Old Mountain Dew
C G C G
I turned my face away and dreamed about you.
Got on a lucky one came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling this year's for me and you
So happy Christmas, I love you baby
There's gonna be some goodtime when all our dreams come true
C F
They've got cars big as bars, they've got rivers of gold
C G
But the wind goes right through you; it's no place for the old
C G
When you first took my hand, on a cold Christmas Eve
C F G C
You promised me Broadway was waiting for me.
C
You were handsome you were pretty, queen of New York City
C F G C
When the band finished playing they howled out for more
C
Sinatra was swinging, all the drunks they were singing
C F G C
We kissed on a corner then danced through the night.
Chorus:
F C A
The boys of the NYPD choir were singing "Galway Bay"
C F G C
And the bells were ringing out for Christmas day
C F
I could have been someone, well so could anyone
C G
You took my dreams from me when I first found you
C F
I kept them with me babe; I put them with my own
C G C G
Can't make it all alone, I've built my dreams around you
Chorus:
F C A
The boys of the NYPD choir were singing "Galway Bay"
C F G C
And the bells were ringing out for Christmas day
C F
You're a bum, you're a punk, you're an old slut on junk
C G
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
C
You scumbag, you maggot, you cheap lousy faggot
C F G C
Happy Christmas my arse, I'd rather be dead.
Last chorus:
F C A
The boys of the NYPD choir were singing "Galway Bay"
C F G C
And the bells were ringing out for Christmas day
C F
So happy Christmas, I love you baby
C G C G
There's gonna be some goodtime when all our dreams come true
C
So, happy christmas, I love you baby
This is the way he played it on jools holland, Capo on First fret.
Basically chords like this for first two verses:
C F C G
C F C G
C G
And then a slight change to:
C F C G
C G C F
G C
Then the third part is:
C
C F G C
C
C F G C
F C A
C F G C
It's just that repeated. But here how the timing is roughly.
C F
It was Christmas Eve babe in the drunk tank
C G
An old man said to me, won't see another one
C F
And then he sang a song The Rare Old Mountain Dew
C G C G
I turned my face away and dreamed about you.
Got on a lucky one came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling this year's for me and you
So happy Christmas, I love you baby
There's gonna be some goodtime when all our dreams come true
C F
They've got cars big as bars, they've got rivers of gold
C G
But the wind goes right through you; it's no place for the old
C G
When you first took my hand, on a cold Christmas Eve
C F G C
You promised me Broadway was waiting for me.
C
You were handsome you were pretty, queen of New York City
C F G C
When the band finished playing they howled out for more
C
Sinatra was swinging, all the drunks they were singing
C F G C
We kissed on a corner then danced through the night.
Chorus:
F C A
The boys of the NYPD choir were singing "Galway Bay"
C F G C
And the bells were ringing out for Christmas day
C F
I could have been someone, well so could anyone
C G
You took my dreams from me when I first found you
C F
I kept them with me babe; I put them with my own
C G C G
Can't make it all alone, I've built my dreams around you
Chorus:
F C A
The boys of the NYPD choir were singing "Galway Bay"
C F G C
And the bells were ringing out for Christmas day
C F
You're a bum, you're a punk, you're an old slut on junk
C G
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
C
You scumbag, you maggot, you cheap lousy faggot
C F G C
Happy Christmas my arse, I'd rather be dead.
Last chorus:
F C A
The boys of the NYPD choir were singing "Galway Bay"
C F G C
And the bells were ringing out for Christmas day
C F
So happy Christmas, I love you baby
C G C G
There's gonna be some goodtime when all our dreams come true
C
So, happy christmas, I love you baby
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