Biografía:
Johnny Flynn es un cantante folk rock Inglés, también conocido como Joe Flynn.
Actor, poeta y compositor que cita W.B. Yeats y Shakespeare entre sus influencias. Es miembro de la "Troupe Hélice" teatro, actuando en varias obras, incluyendo la Noche de Reyes.
Su segundo álbum fue lanzado el 7 de junio de 2010, y fue acompañado con giras en todo el mundo. El expediente seguido del álbum debut, "A Larum" lanzado en el verano de 2008, y el EP "Sweet William", que fue lanzado en el invierno de 2009.
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Otras canciones:
- Amazon Love
- Big Black Cadillac
- Einstein's Idea
- The Water
- The Wrote And The Writ
- Hong Kong Cemetery
- The Box
- After Eliot
- All The Dogs Are Lying Down
- Barleycorn
- Barnacled Warship
- Been Listening
- Bottom Of The Sea Blues
- Brown Trout Blues
- Churlish May
- Cold Bread
- Country Mile
- Detectorists
- Drum
- Einsteins Idea
- Eyeless In Holloway
- Flowers In My Garden
- Fol
- Ghost Of Odonahue
- Gypsy Hymn
- Hard Road
- Heart Sunk Hank
- Hello Hello
- Howl
- In April
- Jeffersons Torch
- Kentucky Pill
- Leftovers
- Linden Lea
- Little Yellow Dress
- Lost And Found
- Murmuration
- Oh To Eat An Apple
- Old Tricks
- Raising The Dead
- Sally
- Shore To Shore
- Silver Song
- Stout Heart
- Sweet William
- Sweet William Part 2
- The Lady Is Risen
- The Mountain Is Burning
- The Night My Piano Upped And Died
- The Prizefighter And The Heiress
- This Mountain Is Burning
- Tickle Me Pink
- Time Unremembered
- Travel Light
- Tunnels
- Wandering Aengus
- Where My Father Went
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
This is what I put together, so it may not be perfect. However, it is better than what I
could find from around the web.
Key: E major
(Verse 1)
A E
It was a busy year for death
F#m E
She crept about the palace.
A E
And we had poor defense
F#m E
And she had little malice
A E
A gentle touch put here -
F#m E
A sad and curt embrace.
A E
A wooden kiss enough
F#m E
To put them in their place.
(Chorus)
A E
And where my father went
A E A E
Is not now common knowledge;
A E
The inventory was lent
A E A E
To some old Cambridge college.
(Interlude)
A E C#m A
A E C#m A
(Verse 2) Same as verse 1
I had little faith then,
Nothing spoke to me.
When what you see is Gospel,
The Gospel isn’t free.
And Krishna’s conch is sunk,
The lotus not in bloom,
Solomon’s song unsung
And prayers are called too soon.
(Chorus)
So where my father went
Is wind against the Mountain
His love was all but spent
So mine is as a fountain.
(Verse 3)
All the fruit turn red,
Some of them are still green
But never will you see one
That’s stuck and in between.
As all came from a garden
Where the wind has died down low
And there my father went
To help the green fruit grow.
(Chorus)
He tends them with a smile,
His fingers stroke the leaves.
He’ll never leave the garden,
It's all that I believe.
(Instrumental Verse, Chorus, and Interlude)
End.
could find from around the web.
Key: E major
(Verse 1)
A E
It was a busy year for death
F#m E
She crept about the palace.
A E
And we had poor defense
F#m E
And she had little malice
A E
A gentle touch put here -
F#m E
A sad and curt embrace.
A E
A wooden kiss enough
F#m E
To put them in their place.
(Chorus)
A E
And where my father went
A E A E
Is not now common knowledge;
A E
The inventory was lent
A E A E
To some old Cambridge college.
(Interlude)
A E C#m A
A E C#m A
(Verse 2) Same as verse 1
I had little faith then,
Nothing spoke to me.
When what you see is Gospel,
The Gospel isn’t free.
And Krishna’s conch is sunk,
The lotus not in bloom,
Solomon’s song unsung
And prayers are called too soon.
(Chorus)
So where my father went
Is wind against the Mountain
His love was all but spent
So mine is as a fountain.
(Verse 3)
All the fruit turn red,
Some of them are still green
But never will you see one
That’s stuck and in between.
As all came from a garden
Where the wind has died down low
And there my father went
To help the green fruit grow.
(Chorus)
He tends them with a smile,
His fingers stroke the leaves.
He’ll never leave the garden,
It's all that I believe.
(Instrumental Verse, Chorus, and Interlude)
End.
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