Biography:
Fionn Regan is an Irish singer-songwriter who hails from Bray, Co Wicklow and has been performing since 2002. Receiving warm response from the media and general public alike with the release of his Hotel Room EP in 2004, he later went on to release his critically-acclaimed debut album The End of History in 2006.
Citing his musical influences as Leadbelly, Howlin' Wolf, Bob Dylan, The Beatles, Neil Young, The Velvet Underground, Pixies and Nirvana, Regan has drawn comparisons to Young, Woody Guthrie and John Lennon.
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Cappo 5
C Em F
Down here underneath the microscope,
C
it's hard to cope.
don't hide your face in your hands,
Em F
'cause if your eyes play tricks,
C F
it's outta my control.
G C F
it's gonna be a long cold winter.
G C
the skeletons of trees, my blackwater child
if you don't love me, well, don't shove me
out into the dark
without a flashlight or a spark.
any stitches cling like bitches to my arms
for all my charms.
it's gonna be a crooked little winter
the skeletons of trees, my blackwater child
C F
G Em
she's walking home
F
to the devil's flowers.
G Em
the broken bones
F
of heavy hours.
G Em
we stayed out late,
F
it's a lighthouse trait.
G Em F F C C
and we'll take our time Time
You can figure the little picking bits out for yourself, there not hard just played
around the Chord
Cappo 5
C Em F
Down here underneath the microscope,
C
it's hard to cope.
don't hide your face in your hands,
Em F
'cause if your eyes play tricks,
C F
it's outta my control.
G C F
it's gonna be a long cold winter.
G C
the skeletons of trees, my blackwater child
if you don't love me, well, don't shove me
out into the dark
without a flashlight or a spark.
any stitches cling like bitches to my arms
for all my charms.
it's gonna be a crooked little winter
the skeletons of trees, my blackwater child
C F
G Em
she's walking home
F
to the devil's flowers.
G Em
the broken bones
F
of heavy hours.
G Em
we stayed out late,
F
it's a lighthouse trait.
G Em F F C C
and we'll take our time Time
You can figure the little picking bits out for yourself, there not hard just played
around the Chord
Firehouse
Firewoodisland
First Aid Kit
First Circle
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