Biography:
Tiny Ruins is the project of Bristol-born, New Zealand-raised musician and songwriter Hollie Fullbrook. It grew out of writing the music for fringe theatre productions whilst a student in Wellington, recording by four-track and playing at live music and poetry nights in 2007-2009. Samuel Prutton committed the first Tiny Ruins songs to record, in the form of rough demos.
Tiny Ruins’ live shows began to attract attention for soul-stirring, intimate performances and strange, hypnotic songs.
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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!
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Stave 1:
A A/F# A/E
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G|-----------2-----------2-----------2-----------2-----------2-----------2-----------------2--|
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(Verse 1)
A A/F#
Not regular party size;
A/E
Waves crash on either side.
A A/F#
He's wearing polypropylene,
A/E A
Clutching at straws, holding onto string.
A A/F#
What was he looking for -
A/E
Truth, or was it Heaven?
A A/F#
Or did he just want to go out with a bang,
A/E
So to speak?
A A/F#
He's put his helmet on,
A/E
Steps out, floats on into the sky,
A
Goodbye!
A/E
It's funny, but I can understand why:
(Chorus)
A A/F#
I want to live where the traffic controllers
A/E A
Are ballet dancers,
A/F# A/E A
And billboards painted over with colours;
A/F#
Where unkindness is fined
A/E A
In numbers of roses,
A/F# A/E
And nobody feels like taking the commons,
* from here on play the same chords, the song is only these 3 chords listed above*
(Verse 2)
A A/F#
While some were meant for sea, in tug-boats
A/E
'Round the shore's knee,
A
Milling with the sand,
A/F# A/E
and always coming back to land ,
A
For others, up above
A/F# A/E
Is all they care to think of,
A A/F#
Up there with the birds and clouds, and
A/E
Words don't follow.
D E A A/F#
There are times when I sit down to tea,
D E A A/F#
Some well-meaning companion will ask me,
D E A
How's it going with everything?
D
Quite nicely, but:
(Chorus)
A A/F#
I want to live where the traffic controllers
A/E A
Are ballet dancers,
A/F# A/E A
And billboards painted over with colours;
A/F#
Where unkindness is fined
A/E A
In numbers of roses,
A/F# A/E
And nobody feels like taking the commons,
(Verse 3)
A A/F#
'Though time has soldiered on,
A/E
I still think upon him;
A A/F# A/E
Waging with the sky, he's crying Goodbye!
A
What was he looking for -
A/F# A/E
Truth, or was it Heaven?
A A/F#
Or did he just want to go out with a bang,
A/E
So to speak?
Stave 1:
A A/F# A/E
E|-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------0--------|
B|-----2-----------2-----------2-----------2-----------2-----------2-----------2--------2-----|
G|-----------2-----------2-----------2-----------2-----------2-----------2-----------------2--|
D|--------2-----2-----2-----2-----2-----0-----0-----------0-----0-----0-----------2-----------|
A|--0-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
E|--------------------------------------------------2-----------------------0-----------------|
http://www.guitartabcreator.com
(Verse 1)
A A/F#
Not regular party size;
A/E
Waves crash on either side.
A A/F#
He's wearing polypropylene,
A/E A
Clutching at straws, holding onto string.
A A/F#
What was he looking for -
A/E
Truth, or was it Heaven?
A A/F#
Or did he just want to go out with a bang,
A/E
So to speak?
A A/F#
He's put his helmet on,
A/E
Steps out, floats on into the sky,
A
Goodbye!
A/E
It's funny, but I can understand why:
(Chorus)
A A/F#
I want to live where the traffic controllers
A/E A
Are ballet dancers,
A/F# A/E A
And billboards painted over with colours;
A/F#
Where unkindness is fined
A/E A
In numbers of roses,
A/F# A/E
And nobody feels like taking the commons,
* from here on play the same chords, the song is only these 3 chords listed above*
(Verse 2)
A A/F#
While some were meant for sea, in tug-boats
A/E
'Round the shore's knee,
A
Milling with the sand,
A/F# A/E
and always coming back to land ,
A
For others, up above
A/F# A/E
Is all they care to think of,
A A/F#
Up there with the birds and clouds, and
A/E
Words don't follow.
D E A A/F#
There are times when I sit down to tea,
D E A A/F#
Some well-meaning companion will ask me,
D E A
How's it going with everything?
D
Quite nicely, but:
(Chorus)
A A/F#
I want to live where the traffic controllers
A/E A
Are ballet dancers,
A/F# A/E A
And billboards painted over with colours;
A/F#
Where unkindness is fined
A/E A
In numbers of roses,
A/F# A/E
And nobody feels like taking the commons,
(Verse 3)
A A/F#
'Though time has soldiered on,
A/E
I still think upon him;
A A/F# A/E
Waging with the sky, he's crying Goodbye!
A
What was he looking for -
A/F# A/E
Truth, or was it Heaven?
A A/F#
Or did he just want to go out with a bang,
A/E
So to speak?
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