Biography:
Al Stewart (born in Glasgow, Scotland on 5 September 1945) is a British songwriter and musician. He is best known for his 1976 single Year of the Cat and its 1978 follow-up Time Passages (both produced by Alan Parsons). Stewart's inspiration for his songs primarily comes from the past; indeed, he is credited with creating his own genre, "historical folk rock". At one time in his life, Stewart took guitar lessons from King Crimson guitarist Robert Fripp.
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Other songs:
- A League Of Notions
- Almost Lucy
- Angry Bird
- Apple Cider Reconstitution
- Broadway Hotel
- Carol
- Electric Los Angeles Sunset
- Flying Sorcery
- If It Doesnt Come Naturally Leave It
- Im Falling
- In Brooklyn
- Katherine Of Oregon
- Last Days Of The Century
- Laughing Into 1939
- Life In Dark Water
- Lord Grenville
- Lord Salisbury
- Love Chronicles
- Manuscript
- Marion The Chtelaine
- Midas Shadow
- News From Spain
- Night Of The Fourth Of May
- Nostradamus
- Old Admirals
- On The Border
- One Stage Before
- Palace Of Versailles
- Red Toupee
- Roads To Moscow
- Running Man
- Samuel Oh How Youve Changed
- Sand In Your Shoes
- Song On The Radio
- Strange Girl
- Terminal Eyes
- The Ballad Of Mary Foster
- The Carmichaels
- The Dark And The Rolling Sea
- The Loneliest Place On The Map
- Three Mules
- Time Passages
- Timeless Skies
- Trespasser
- Year Of The Cat
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From uunet!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!cis.ohio-state.edu!rutgers!cbmvax!macon Thu Jul 23 11:25:40 PDT 1992
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From: [email protected] (Glen Macon)
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Subject: music : ON THE BORDER
Keywords: (Al Stewart)
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Date: 23 Jul 92 13:20:31 GMT
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084
Title: ON THE BORDER (Al Stewart)
F#m
F#m
The fishing boats go out across the evening water
D
Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border
Bm
The winds whip up the waves so loud
A G
The ghost moon sails among the clouds
F#m E F#m
And turns the rifles into silver on the border
F#m
On my wall the colours of the maps are running
D
From Africa the winds they talk of changes coming
Bm
The torches flair up in the night
A G
The hand that sets the farms alight
F#m E F#m
Has spread the word to those who're waiting on the border
A
In the vllage where I grew up
Em
Nothing seems the same
D A
But still you never see the change from day to day
D C# [C# B A G# F# F = single notes]
And no one notices the customs slip away
F#m
F#m
Late last night the rain was knocking on my window
D
I moved across the darkened room and in the lampglow
Bm
I thought I saw down in the street
A G
The spirit of the century
F#m E F#m
Telling us that we're all standing on the border
A
In the islands where I grew up
Em
Nothing seems the same
D A
It's just the patterns that remain an empty shell
D
But there's a strangeness in the air
C# [C# B A G# F# F = single notes]
You feel too well
F#m
F#m
The fishing boats go out across the evening water
D
Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border
Bm
The winds whip up the waves so loud
A G
The ghost moon sails among the clouds
F#m E F#m
And turns the rifles into silver on the border
D
On the border
F#m
On the border
D
On the border
F#m
(fade out)
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All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain.
#This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the #
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From uunet!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!cis.ohio-state.edu!rutgers!cbmvax!macon Thu Jul 23 11:25:40 PDT 1992
Article: 997 of alt.guitar.tab
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From: [email protected] (Glen Macon)
Newsgroups: alt.guitar.tab
Subject: music : ON THE BORDER
Keywords: (Al Stewart)
Message-ID: <[email protected]>
Date: 23 Jul 92 13:20:31 GMT
Sender: [email protected]
Reply-To: [email protected] (Glen Macon)
Organization: COMMODORE West Cester PA
Lines: 73
084
Title: ON THE BORDER (Al Stewart)
F#m
F#m
The fishing boats go out across the evening water
D
Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border
Bm
The winds whip up the waves so loud
A G
The ghost moon sails among the clouds
F#m E F#m
And turns the rifles into silver on the border
F#m
On my wall the colours of the maps are running
D
From Africa the winds they talk of changes coming
Bm
The torches flair up in the night
A G
The hand that sets the farms alight
F#m E F#m
Has spread the word to those who're waiting on the border
A
In the vllage where I grew up
Em
Nothing seems the same
D A
But still you never see the change from day to day
D C# [C# B A G# F# F = single notes]
And no one notices the customs slip away
F#m
F#m
Late last night the rain was knocking on my window
D
I moved across the darkened room and in the lampglow
Bm
I thought I saw down in the street
A G
The spirit of the century
F#m E F#m
Telling us that we're all standing on the border
A
In the islands where I grew up
Em
Nothing seems the same
D A
It's just the patterns that remain an empty shell
D
But there's a strangeness in the air
C# [C# B A G# F# F = single notes]
You feel too well
F#m
F#m
The fishing boats go out across the evening water
D
Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border
Bm
The winds whip up the waves so loud
A G
The ghost moon sails among the clouds
F#m E F#m
And turns the rifles into silver on the border
D
On the border
F#m
On the border
D
On the border
F#m
(fade out)
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
___ _ _ Glen Macon
_ __ __ any-net: [email protected]
_ _ __ _ Standard disclaimer...
_ ___ _ _ _ Commodore doesn't endorse what I say, I do
_ _ _ _ Who wants to know...
_ _ _ _
___ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain.
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