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!
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C#m G# A
They're taking pictures of the man from God
E B
I hope his cassock's clean
C#m G# A
The burden of being our holy fellas
E B
Your halo'd better gleam, better gleam
E? B? A?
What of all those wayward priests?
C#m B
The ones who like to drink
E? B? A?
Do you suppose they'd swap their blood for wine
C#m B
Like you swapped yours for ink, for ink
You wrote me oh so many letters
And all of them seemed true
Promises look good on paper
Especially from you, from you
The weight of all those willing words
I carried all alone
You wouldn't put your pen to bed
When we hadn't found our own, our own
Your sentences rose high at night
And circled round my head
The circle's since been broken
Like the priest before me is breaking bread
I'm being asked to drink the blood of Christ
And soon I'll eat his flesh
I'm alone again before the altar
Shedding all my old regrets
The last of which I'll tell you now
As it flies down the sink
I never knew a part of you
You didn't set in ink, in ink
The letters that you left behind
No longer shall I read
Your blood's between the pages
And I can't stand to see you bleed
And I'll soon forget what was never there
Your words are ash and dust
All that's left is the song I've sung
The breath I've taken and the one I must
If you're born with a love for the wrote and the writ
People of letters your warning stands clear
Pay heed to your heart and not to your wit
Don't say in a letter what you can't in my ear
It's the same thing for the whole song.
G#-466544
A-577655
E-022100
B-224442
E?-079900
B?-799800
A?-577600
C#m G# A
They're taking pictures of the man from God
E B
I hope his cassock's clean
C#m G# A
The burden of being our holy fellas
E B
Your halo'd better gleam, better gleam
E? B? A?
What of all those wayward priests?
C#m B
The ones who like to drink
E? B? A?
Do you suppose they'd swap their blood for wine
C#m B
Like you swapped yours for ink, for ink
You wrote me oh so many letters
And all of them seemed true
Promises look good on paper
Especially from you, from you
The weight of all those willing words
I carried all alone
You wouldn't put your pen to bed
When we hadn't found our own, our own
Your sentences rose high at night
And circled round my head
The circle's since been broken
Like the priest before me is breaking bread
I'm being asked to drink the blood of Christ
And soon I'll eat his flesh
I'm alone again before the altar
Shedding all my old regrets
The last of which I'll tell you now
As it flies down the sink
I never knew a part of you
You didn't set in ink, in ink
The letters that you left behind
No longer shall I read
Your blood's between the pages
And I can't stand to see you bleed
And I'll soon forget what was never there
Your words are ash and dust
All that's left is the song I've sung
The breath I've taken and the one I must
If you're born with a love for the wrote and the writ
People of letters your warning stands clear
Pay heed to your heart and not to your wit
Don't say in a letter what you can't in my ear
It's the same thing for the whole song.
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