Biografía:
Tiny Ruins is the project of Bristol-born, New Zealand-raised musician and songwriter Hollie Fullbrook. It grew out of writing the music for fringe theatre productions whilst a student in Wellington, recording by four-track and playing at live music and poetry nights in 2007-2009. Samuel Prutton committed the first Tiny Ruins songs to record, in the form of rough demos.
Tiny Ruins’ live shows began to attract attention for soul-stirring, intimate performances and strange, hypnotic songs.
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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!
(/) Slide Up () Slide Down (h) Hammer On (p) Pull Off (b) Bend (r) Release (v) Vibrato
Stave 1:
E F#m B
E|-------4-----4-------------------6-----5-----5-----------7-----7-------------|
B|-----5-----5-----5-------5-----7-----7-----7-----7-----4-----4-----4-------4-|
G|---4-----4-----4-------4-----6-----6-----6-----6-----4-----4-----4-------4---|
D|-------------------4h6-----4-------------------------------------------------|
A|-7-------------------------------------------------------------------4-6-----|
E|---------------------------------------------------7-------------------------|
E F#m
Lean in, friend; lean in, friend,
B E
And I'll tell you a tale.
E F#m
Be good, friend; be good friend,
B E
As I tread the stage a while.
E F#m
'Twas late in the day, the day after the fair,
B E
When I heard tell of her.
E F#m
She lived so far away - further, farther and
B E
Beyond - and well you know they say...
E F#m
She was old as the hills, and worn as a train
B
On rails of old steel wool,
E
She was old as the hills.
E
And her sons were all gone,
F#m B
Killed in battle won by someone above,
E
Instead of coming on home.
E
And her daughters were gone,
F#m B
Followed love and they'd run to the city below,
E
Instead of coming on home.
E F#m
She was old as the hills and worn as a train,
B
On rails of old steel wool,
E
She was old as the hills.
E
She had a bullet in her bonnet -
F#m
The last that she owned -
B
And a gun in her pocket,
E
To keep her strong as she roamed.
E
She went fishing in the shallows,
F#m
For eels and minnows,
B
Which she fried up so nicely,
E
All salty and spicy.
E F#m
She was old as the hills and worn as a train,
B
On rails of old steel wool,
E
She was old as the hills.
E
And her dog was gone,
F#m
Whom she'd cared for so long,
B E
Fed whiskey and plums, on his lavender bed.
E
And her love was gone,
F#m
When he'd heard the sea's song,
B
He left the shore all alone
E
To travel the world around.
E F#m
She was old as the hills and worn as a train,
B
On rails of old steel wool,
E
She was old as the hills.
Stave 1:
E F#m B
E|-------4-----4-------------------6-----5-----5-----------7-----7-------------|
B|-----5-----5-----5-------5-----7-----7-----7-----7-----4-----4-----4-------4-|
G|---4-----4-----4-------4-----6-----6-----6-----6-----4-----4-----4-------4---|
D|-------------------4h6-----4-------------------------------------------------|
A|-7-------------------------------------------------------------------4-6-----|
E|---------------------------------------------------7-------------------------|
E F#m
Lean in, friend; lean in, friend,
B E
And I'll tell you a tale.
E F#m
Be good, friend; be good friend,
B E
As I tread the stage a while.
E F#m
'Twas late in the day, the day after the fair,
B E
When I heard tell of her.
E F#m
She lived so far away - further, farther and
B E
Beyond - and well you know they say...
E F#m
She was old as the hills, and worn as a train
B
On rails of old steel wool,
E
She was old as the hills.
E
And her sons were all gone,
F#m B
Killed in battle won by someone above,
E
Instead of coming on home.
E
And her daughters were gone,
F#m B
Followed love and they'd run to the city below,
E
Instead of coming on home.
E F#m
She was old as the hills and worn as a train,
B
On rails of old steel wool,
E
She was old as the hills.
E
She had a bullet in her bonnet -
F#m
The last that she owned -
B
And a gun in her pocket,
E
To keep her strong as she roamed.
E
She went fishing in the shallows,
F#m
For eels and minnows,
B
Which she fried up so nicely,
E
All salty and spicy.
E F#m
She was old as the hills and worn as a train,
B
On rails of old steel wool,
E
She was old as the hills.
E
And her dog was gone,
F#m
Whom she'd cared for so long,
B E
Fed whiskey and plums, on his lavender bed.
E
And her love was gone,
F#m
When he'd heard the sea's song,
B
He left the shore all alone
E
To travel the world around.
E F#m
She was old as the hills and worn as a train,
B
On rails of old steel wool,
E
She was old as the hills.
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