Biografía:
Three bands have performed and recorded under the name "Show of Hands".
1) Show Of Hands are England's most successful acoustic roots duo - Steve Knightley and Phil Beer. Their widespread appeal is based on the combined power of Steve's original songs, the quality of their vocals and harmonies, and their multi-instrumental virtuosity. Their performances feature guitars, mandocello, fiddle, cuatro, viola and concertina.
Packing venues from the smallest village hall to the Royal Albert Hall in London
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Otras canciones:
- Arrogance Ignorance And Greed
- Boys Of Summer
- Captains
- Company Town
- Country Life
- Cousin Jack
- Galway Farmer
- Hallows Eve
- Keep Hauling
- Longdog
- Man Of War
- Reunion Hill
- Roots
- Santiago
- Stop Copying Me
- The Blue Cockade
- The Dive
- The Gamekeeper
- The Man In Green
- The Napoli
- The Setting Mary From Dungloe
- Undertow
- Youre Mine
¡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!
http://www.showofhands.co.uk/
Standard (up tuned 2 semi tones) Listen to song for timing
Intro
G C D C G D Em
Verse
Em G D Csus2
Born in a Devonshire seaside town 21 years ago
Em G Dsus2 Em
Failed At school, broken home, you know the scars will show,
C G C D
My girl Amy just 19, wants to be a nurse,
C G D Em
Says we need skills and if we don’t leave we’ll end up somewhere worse
Chorus
C G
We talk about America, we dream of Spain,
D G
Don’t want another winter here, in the English rain,
C G
We long for Australia I’ll catch waves all day,
D Em
We might have been born here, no way we’ll stay.
Em G D Em
When summer comes round, I’ll be found, working all along the beach,
Hiring boards putting up chairs, trying to keep our dream in reach,
Staring at the stars Amy and me, soaking the sun warmed ground,
Or lying in the dunes, sand in her hair, as the moon turns round
We talk about America, we dream of Spain,
Don’t want another winter here in the English rain,
oooooo Australia we’ll catch waves all day,
We might have been born here, no way we’ll stay
Em G D G C D C G D Em
Then one black night my best friend stole a car by the docks,
and If he’d seen the London plates, he never would have forced the locks,
He hit the M5 110, laughing as the clock span round,
Left it burning in a cliff top field it lit his way to town
He was almost home but they were waiting either end of his road,
Trapped in the yard at the back of the spar, where the vans and the lorries unload,
I remember sirens flashing lights, I found him left for dead,
Saw Amy at the A&E working all night, through the glass doors shaking her head,
No talk about America, no dreams of Spain,
But he’s got another winter now in the English rain,
Whoa Australia never catch waves all day,
You know he was born here, and here he’ll stay
ooo America, I could learn a trade,
We might make some money there, we’ll have it made,
ooo Australia, we long to go,
but there’s another winter now in the undertow
the undertow
G C D C (repeated till end; finish on C)
From Seaton to Sidmouth,
Exmouth round to Torquay,
Kingsbridge, Salcombe,
It’s always the same, same story
In the undertow.
Standard (up tuned 2 semi tones) Listen to song for timing
Intro
G C D C G D Em
Verse
Em G D Csus2
Born in a Devonshire seaside town 21 years ago
Em G Dsus2 Em
Failed At school, broken home, you know the scars will show,
C G C D
My girl Amy just 19, wants to be a nurse,
C G D Em
Says we need skills and if we don’t leave we’ll end up somewhere worse
Chorus
C G
We talk about America, we dream of Spain,
D G
Don’t want another winter here, in the English rain,
C G
We long for Australia I’ll catch waves all day,
D Em
We might have been born here, no way we’ll stay.
Em G D Em
When summer comes round, I’ll be found, working all along the beach,
Hiring boards putting up chairs, trying to keep our dream in reach,
Staring at the stars Amy and me, soaking the sun warmed ground,
Or lying in the dunes, sand in her hair, as the moon turns round
We talk about America, we dream of Spain,
Don’t want another winter here in the English rain,
oooooo Australia we’ll catch waves all day,
We might have been born here, no way we’ll stay
Em G D G C D C G D Em
Then one black night my best friend stole a car by the docks,
and If he’d seen the London plates, he never would have forced the locks,
He hit the M5 110, laughing as the clock span round,
Left it burning in a cliff top field it lit his way to town
He was almost home but they were waiting either end of his road,
Trapped in the yard at the back of the spar, where the vans and the lorries unload,
I remember sirens flashing lights, I found him left for dead,
Saw Amy at the A&E working all night, through the glass doors shaking her head,
No talk about America, no dreams of Spain,
But he’s got another winter now in the English rain,
Whoa Australia never catch waves all day,
You know he was born here, and here he’ll stay
ooo America, I could learn a trade,
We might make some money there, we’ll have it made,
ooo Australia, we long to go,
but there’s another winter now in the undertow
the undertow
G C D C (repeated till end; finish on C)
From Seaton to Sidmouth,
Exmouth round to Torquay,
Kingsbridge, Salcombe,
It’s always the same, same story
In the undertow.
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Shred Kelly
Shrey Singhal
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