Biografía:
Edward Neil Hannon (07 de noviembre 1970 ) es un norirlandés cantante y compositor, mejor conocido como el creador (en 1989) y líder del grupo de "The Divine Comedy" .En la Página web oficial de la banda salió "The Divine Comedy es Neil Hannon," y Hannon fue citado en una entrevista diciendo, "The Divine Comedy siempre será mi banda porque ... es lo primero que pensé "
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¡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!
Capo 5th
All chords are relative to capo
? = 3-2-0-0-1-0
Bm F#
While they have been eating
Em Bm
The rain has started falling,
Em Bm F#
Gradually gathering in strength;
Bm F#
What began a drizzle
Em Bm
Has now become torrential,
Em Bm F#
And doesn’t look like coming to an end.
The two bedraggled figures
That huddle in the doorway,
With nothing vaguely waterproof to wear,
Are now secretly wishing
They’d listened to their mothers
When being told to always be prepared.
Screaming
C ? G6
’geronimo!’,
E Am
They run for it down the road;
C ? G6
With an arm around her waist
E Am
He leads her to a place
E
He knows.
Soaked through, but happy,
They squelch up to the landing;
The room before them
Makes a welcome sight.
The coal fire is throwing
Strange shapes upon the hearthrug,
And crying out to be knelt down beside.
She pulls off her jumper
And flings it in the corner;
He picks it up and hangs it on a chair.
She puts on a record
And sings into her coffee;
Em Bm
He puts a blanket round her,
F#
Sits her down
Em Bm
And dries her beautiful hair.
All chords are relative to capo
? = 3-2-0-0-1-0
Bm F#
While they have been eating
Em Bm
The rain has started falling,
Em Bm F#
Gradually gathering in strength;
Bm F#
What began a drizzle
Em Bm
Has now become torrential,
Em Bm F#
And doesn’t look like coming to an end.
The two bedraggled figures
That huddle in the doorway,
With nothing vaguely waterproof to wear,
Are now secretly wishing
They’d listened to their mothers
When being told to always be prepared.
Screaming
C ? G6
’geronimo!’,
E Am
They run for it down the road;
C ? G6
With an arm around her waist
E Am
He leads her to a place
E
He knows.
Soaked through, but happy,
They squelch up to the landing;
The room before them
Makes a welcome sight.
The coal fire is throwing
Strange shapes upon the hearthrug,
And crying out to be knelt down beside.
She pulls off her jumper
And flings it in the corner;
He picks it up and hangs it on a chair.
She puts on a record
And sings into her coffee;
Em Bm
He puts a blanket round her,
F#
Sits her down
Em Bm
And dries her beautiful hair.
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Neils Children
Neitan
Nekobolo