Biografía:
The Duke of Norfolk (Adam Howard) is a peripatetic folk musician from Oklahoma. Having grown up in bluegrass territory and later studied Sound Design at the University of Edinburgh, his music nestles somewhere between traditional folk instrumentation and more modern electronic folk. More than somewhat bookish and deeply fascinated by religions & mythologies, Howard’s writing tends to reflect the conflict between the fantastic / idealistic world of books & dreams and the reality of the ordinary.
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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!
[Main Chords]
B G#m/D# E ` B/C# B2 F# E/B A
d |-----0-----x-----x-----0-----0-----0-----0-----0-----|
a |-----0-----x-----x-----0-----0-----0-----0-----0-----|
F#|-----0-----0-----0-----0-----3-----3-----1-----1-----|
D |-----0-----0-----0-----0-----4-----2-----0-----2-----|
A |-----0-----2-----2-----0-----5-----4-----2-----3-----|
D |-----0-----4-----5-----2-----0-----0-----0-----0-----|
[Interlude A] (strummed)
d |--0----------------|--0----------------|--0----------------|--0--------------|
a |-------------------|-------------------|-------------------|-----------------|
F#|----0----1---------|----0----1---------|----0----1---------|----0----1-/-2---|
D |----0----2-------0-|----0----2-------0-|----0----2-------0-|----0------------|
A |----0---------h2---|----0---------h2---|----0---------h2---|----0------------|
D |----0--------------|----0--------------|----0--------------|----0----2-/-4---|
[Interlude B] (strummed)
d |--0----------------|--0----------------|--0----------------|--0------|
a |-------------------|-------------------|-------------------|---------|
F#|----0----1---------|----0----1---------|----0----1---------|----0----|
D |----0----2-------0-|----0----2-------0-|----0----2-------0-|----0----|
A |----0---------h2---|----0---------h2---|----0---------h2---|----0----|
D |----0--------------|----0--------------|----0--------------|----0----|
[Intro]
Interludes A&B
[Verse]
B
On my way through the east, I met Daniel and he
G#m/D#
said that life could be found 'neath the bough of this tree.
E
So I traveled alone on the longest of roads;
B/C#
I never came to the end but I came to my home.
[Interlude B]
[Verse]
B
There's a fire at my back there's a spark in my soul
G#m/D#
that is keeping me moving and it is keeping me bold.
E
When my feet hit the ground they are swift to west
B/C#
but quite where they are headed is a goal to be guessed.
[Chorus]
B2
I am the gypsy king, I was born on the sea
F# E/B
with the crashing of thunder as the waves beat beneath.
B
All I have I can hold but my tale should be told
F# E/B
with a glass pointed upwards and a fire for the cold.
[Intro]
Interludes A&B
[Verse]
B
The night's filled with songs telling fantastic tales
G#m/D#
and the morning it is brighter when you're out on the trail.
E
I've got travel in my bones, music in my blood,
B/C#
and the cold's not an issue; let it rain, let it flood.
[Interlude B]
[Verse]
B
Home's not a place; it's a state of the mind.
G#m/D#
It's the people that we love, it's what I can't claim as mine.
E
I am restless sometimes, 'till I take stock of life
F#
and I find I'm still living with my love still alive.
[Interlude B]
[Chorus]
B2
I am the gypsy king, I was born on the sea
F# E/B
with the crashing of thunder as the waves beat beneath.
B
All I have I can hold but my tale should be told
F# E/B
with a glass pointed upwards and a fire for the cold.
[Verse]
A E/B
How could I say I am down on my luck
F# G#m/D#
When the path laid before me is rising to touch
E
the souls of my shoes, and my heart may be bruised
B2 F# E/B B
but I'll sing 'till the morning, and I am done … with the blues
************************************
| x Dead note
| h Hammer-on
| p Pull-off
| / Slide up
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B G#m/D# E ` B/C# B2 F# E/B A
d |-----0-----x-----x-----0-----0-----0-----0-----0-----|
a |-----0-----x-----x-----0-----0-----0-----0-----0-----|
F#|-----0-----0-----0-----0-----3-----3-----1-----1-----|
D |-----0-----0-----0-----0-----4-----2-----0-----2-----|
A |-----0-----2-----2-----0-----5-----4-----2-----3-----|
D |-----0-----4-----5-----2-----0-----0-----0-----0-----|
[Interlude A] (strummed)
d |--0----------------|--0----------------|--0----------------|--0--------------|
a |-------------------|-------------------|-------------------|-----------------|
F#|----0----1---------|----0----1---------|----0----1---------|----0----1-/-2---|
D |----0----2-------0-|----0----2-------0-|----0----2-------0-|----0------------|
A |----0---------h2---|----0---------h2---|----0---------h2---|----0------------|
D |----0--------------|----0--------------|----0--------------|----0----2-/-4---|
[Interlude B] (strummed)
d |--0----------------|--0----------------|--0----------------|--0------|
a |-------------------|-------------------|-------------------|---------|
F#|----0----1---------|----0----1---------|----0----1---------|----0----|
D |----0----2-------0-|----0----2-------0-|----0----2-------0-|----0----|
A |----0---------h2---|----0---------h2---|----0---------h2---|----0----|
D |----0--------------|----0--------------|----0--------------|----0----|
[Intro]
Interludes A&B
[Verse]
B
On my way through the east, I met Daniel and he
G#m/D#
said that life could be found 'neath the bough of this tree.
E
So I traveled alone on the longest of roads;
B/C#
I never came to the end but I came to my home.
[Interlude B]
[Verse]
B
There's a fire at my back there's a spark in my soul
G#m/D#
that is keeping me moving and it is keeping me bold.
E
When my feet hit the ground they are swift to west
B/C#
but quite where they are headed is a goal to be guessed.
[Chorus]
B2
I am the gypsy king, I was born on the sea
F# E/B
with the crashing of thunder as the waves beat beneath.
B
All I have I can hold but my tale should be told
F# E/B
with a glass pointed upwards and a fire for the cold.
[Intro]
Interludes A&B
[Verse]
B
The night's filled with songs telling fantastic tales
G#m/D#
and the morning it is brighter when you're out on the trail.
E
I've got travel in my bones, music in my blood,
B/C#
and the cold's not an issue; let it rain, let it flood.
[Interlude B]
[Verse]
B
Home's not a place; it's a state of the mind.
G#m/D#
It's the people that we love, it's what I can't claim as mine.
E
I am restless sometimes, 'till I take stock of life
F#
and I find I'm still living with my love still alive.
[Interlude B]
[Chorus]
B2
I am the gypsy king, I was born on the sea
F# E/B
with the crashing of thunder as the waves beat beneath.
B
All I have I can hold but my tale should be told
F# E/B
with a glass pointed upwards and a fire for the cold.
[Verse]
A E/B
How could I say I am down on my luck
F# G#m/D#
When the path laid before me is rising to touch
E
the souls of my shoes, and my heart may be bruised
B2 F# E/B B
but I'll sing 'till the morning, and I am done … with the blues
************************************
| x Dead note
| h Hammer-on
| p Pull-off
| / Slide up
************************************
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