Biografía:
Pete Atkin (born August 22, 1945) is a British singer-songwriter and radio producer notable for his 1970s musical collaborations with Clive James and for producing the BBC Radio 4 series This Sceptred Isle.
Atkin did, and still does, write his own lyrics, but it was the collaboration with Clive James that produced his most famous songs. Pete Atkin and Clive James recorded six albums in the 1970s, as well as writing an album for Julie Covington, best known for her number one hit Don't Cry For Me Argentina in 1976.
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[Verse 1]
Dm A7
When you see what can't be helped go by
Bb
With bloody murder in its eye
Eb F
And the mouth of a man put on the rack
A7 Dm A7
The voice of a man about to crack
Dm A7
When you see the litter of their lives
Bb
The stupid children, bitter wives
Eb
Your self-esteem in disarray
F
You do your best to climb away
A A7 D Am7 D
From the streaming traffic of decay.
Gm Bb C Bb C F
Believing, if you will, that all these sick hate days
Cm Bb C7
Are just a kind of trick Fate plays
Bbm F Dm
But still behind your shaded eyes
Gm Dm A A7
That mind-constricting thick weight stays
Dm
When on the outskirts of the town
A7
comes bumping cavernously down
Bb Eb
Out of the brick gateways
F A
From the faded mansion on the hill
Dm
The out-of-date black Cadillac
A7
With the old man crumpled in the back
Dm A7 D Am7 D
That Time has not yet found the time to kill.
[Verse 2]
G Dm6 Em B7 Em G7 C
Between the headlands to the sea, the fleeing yachts of summer go
C B7 Em Em7sus4 A
White as a sheet and faster than the driven snow
C B7 E C D D
Like dolphins riding high and giant seabirds flying low.
G Dm6 Em B7 Em G7 C
And square across the wind the cats and wingsails pull ahead
B7 Em Em7Sus4 A
Living their day as if it almost could be said
C B7 E E7
The cemetery of home could somehow soon be left for dead.
[Verse 3]
A C#m7
But the graveyard of tall ships is really here,
DMaj7 E9
Where the grass breaks up the driveway more each year
F#m E Bm/D
And here is all these people have
E Bm/D
And everything they can't believe
E
The beach the poor men never reach,
Bm/D A Am7/D D7
The shore the rich men never leave.
[Verse 4]
G Dm6 Em B7 Em G7
Between the headlands from the sea the homing yachts of summer fill
C B7 Em Em7sus4 A
The night with shouts and falling sails, and then are still
C B7 Em A
The avenues wind up into the darkness of the hill
Cmaj7 B7 Em C Bm7sus4 E.
Where Time tonight might find the time to kill.
Dm A7
When you see what can't be helped go by
Bb
With bloody murder in its eye
Eb F
And the mouth of a man put on the rack
A7 Dm A7
The voice of a man about to crack
Dm A7
When you see the litter of their lives
Bb
The stupid children, bitter wives
Eb
Your self-esteem in disarray
F
You do your best to climb away
A A7 D Am7 D
From the streaming traffic of decay.
Gm Bb C Bb C F
Believing, if you will, that all these sick hate days
Cm Bb C7
Are just a kind of trick Fate plays
Bbm F Dm
But still behind your shaded eyes
Gm Dm A A7
That mind-constricting thick weight stays
Dm
When on the outskirts of the town
A7
comes bumping cavernously down
Bb Eb
Out of the brick gateways
F A
From the faded mansion on the hill
Dm
The out-of-date black Cadillac
A7
With the old man crumpled in the back
Dm A7 D Am7 D
That Time has not yet found the time to kill.
[Verse 2]
G Dm6 Em B7 Em G7 C
Between the headlands to the sea, the fleeing yachts of summer go
C B7 Em Em7sus4 A
White as a sheet and faster than the driven snow
C B7 E C D D
Like dolphins riding high and giant seabirds flying low.
G Dm6 Em B7 Em G7 C
And square across the wind the cats and wingsails pull ahead
B7 Em Em7Sus4 A
Living their day as if it almost could be said
C B7 E E7
The cemetery of home could somehow soon be left for dead.
[Verse 3]
A C#m7
But the graveyard of tall ships is really here,
DMaj7 E9
Where the grass breaks up the driveway more each year
F#m E Bm/D
And here is all these people have
E Bm/D
And everything they can't believe
E
The beach the poor men never reach,
Bm/D A Am7/D D7
The shore the rich men never leave.
[Verse 4]
G Dm6 Em B7 Em G7
Between the headlands from the sea the homing yachts of summer fill
C B7 Em Em7sus4 A
The night with shouts and falling sails, and then are still
C B7 Em A
The avenues wind up into the darkness of the hill
Cmaj7 B7 Em C Bm7sus4 E.
Where Time tonight might find the time to kill.
Pete Drake
Pete Fij
Pete Francis
Pete Ham
Pete James
Peter Aarts
peter adams
Peter Alexander
Peter And Gordon
Peter and Kerry