Biography:
The Bolshoi were a London-based music group prominent mostly in the mid-late 1980s. They managed to stand out in the sea of post-punk UK acts vying for notability at the time.
The band formed in 1984 in Trowbridge, Wiltshire. The original lineup consisted of singer/guitarist Trevor Tanner, drummer Jan Kalicki, and bassist Nick Chown. (Tanner and Kalicki had previously played together in the short-lived punk band Moskow.) Early gigs supported the likes of The Cult, The March Violets, and Lords of the New Church.
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Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
Chords by Paul Wingham from Paul Wingham Acoustic - http://www.paulwinghamacoustic.co.uk
I love this song so enjoy!!!
The Bolshoi
Sunday Morning from the album 'Friends'
Intro: (Am G F Fm7)
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(Am G F Fm7)
I remember when I was young
Feeling sick on Sunday morning
I don't wanna do it anymore
(Am G F Fm7)
Standing in a line with a dirty mind
Clean it up on Sunday morning
I don't wanna do it anymore
(Am)
One day a week we turn the cheek
One day a week we turn the cheek
(Em C G)
Oh, how we'd kneel down
Oh, we were so quiet
Never any light there
(Em)
I don't care, it's not
(G)
right there
Intro:
(Am G F Fm7)
Get up early, do your hair
Sunday best on Sunday morning
I don't wanna see it anymore
(Am G F Fm7)
Tea and toast in the social hall
We had it all on Sunday morning
I don't wanna see it anymore
(Am)
We come in fear , to worship here
We come in fear , to worship here
(Em C G)
Oh, how we'd kneel down
Oh, we were so quiet
Never any light there
(Em)
I don't care, it's not
(G)
right there
solo.
Small scale part
(A B C D E F# G A)
It's wrong to feel, It's wrong to care
You must not steal, you must not swear
(Em C G)
Oh, how we'd kneel down
Oh, we were so quiet
Never any light there
(Em)
I don't care, it's not
(G)
right there
(Am G F Fm7)
I don't wanna do it anymore, sunday morning
I don't wanna see it anymore, sunday morning
I love this song so enjoy!!!
The Bolshoi
Sunday Morning from the album 'Friends'
Intro: (Am G F Fm7)
e|--5-7-8-7-8-10-12-10-8-11-10-8-5-7-8-7-8-5-4----------|
B|------------------------------------------------------|
G|------------------------------------------------------|
D|------------------------------------------------------|
A|------------------------------------------------------|
E|------------------------------------------------------|
(Am G F Fm7)
I remember when I was young
Feeling sick on Sunday morning
I don't wanna do it anymore
(Am G F Fm7)
Standing in a line with a dirty mind
Clean it up on Sunday morning
I don't wanna do it anymore
(Am)
One day a week we turn the cheek
One day a week we turn the cheek
(Em C G)
Oh, how we'd kneel down
Oh, we were so quiet
Never any light there
(Em)
I don't care, it's not
(G)
right there
Intro:
(Am G F Fm7)
Get up early, do your hair
Sunday best on Sunday morning
I don't wanna see it anymore
(Am G F Fm7)
Tea and toast in the social hall
We had it all on Sunday morning
I don't wanna see it anymore
(Am)
We come in fear , to worship here
We come in fear , to worship here
(Em C G)
Oh, how we'd kneel down
Oh, we were so quiet
Never any light there
(Em)
I don't care, it's not
(G)
right there
solo.
Small scale part
(A B C D E F# G A)
It's wrong to feel, It's wrong to care
You must not steal, you must not swear
(Em C G)
Oh, how we'd kneel down
Oh, we were so quiet
Never any light there
(Em)
I don't care, it's not
(G)
right there
(Am G F Fm7)
I don't wanna do it anymore, sunday morning
I don't wanna see it anymore, sunday morning
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