Biografía:
The Bolshoi fue un grupo de rock proveniente de Leeds, Inglaterra, integrada por Trevor Tanner (voces, guitarras), Paul Clark (teclados), Nick Chown (bajo), y Jan Kalicki (batería). Su debut, el EP de seis canciones Giants (1985), fue seguido por su primer album, Friends (1986), y luego Lindy's Party (1987), con algo de exito en los charts de U.K.. La banda se separó poco después de editar su segundo disco.
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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!
Chords by Paul Wingham from Paul Wingham Acoustic - http://www.paulwinghamacoustic.co.uk
I love this song so enjoy!!!
The Bolshoi
Sunday Morning from the album 'Friends'
Intro: (Am G F Fm7)
e|--5-7-8-7-8-10-12-10-8-11-10-8-5-7-8-7-8-5-4----------|
B|------------------------------------------------------|
G|------------------------------------------------------|
D|------------------------------------------------------|
A|------------------------------------------------------|
E|------------------------------------------------------|
(Am G F Fm7)
I remember when I was young
Feeling sick on Sunday morning
I don't wanna do it anymore
(Am G F Fm7)
Standing in a line with a dirty mind
Clean it up on Sunday morning
I don't wanna do it anymore
(Am)
One day a week we turn the cheek
One day a week we turn the cheek
(Em C G)
Oh, how we'd kneel down
Oh, we were so quiet
Never any light there
(Em)
I don't care, it's not
(G)
right there
Intro:
(Am G F Fm7)
Get up early, do your hair
Sunday best on Sunday morning
I don't wanna see it anymore
(Am G F Fm7)
Tea and toast in the social hall
We had it all on Sunday morning
I don't wanna see it anymore
(Am)
We come in fear , to worship here
We come in fear , to worship here
(Em C G)
Oh, how we'd kneel down
Oh, we were so quiet
Never any light there
(Em)
I don't care, it's not
(G)
right there
solo.
Small scale part
(A B C D E F# G A)
It's wrong to feel, It's wrong to care
You must not steal, you must not swear
(Em C G)
Oh, how we'd kneel down
Oh, we were so quiet
Never any light there
(Em)
I don't care, it's not
(G)
right there
(Am G F Fm7)
I don't wanna do it anymore, sunday morning
I don't wanna see it anymore, sunday morning
I love this song so enjoy!!!
The Bolshoi
Sunday Morning from the album 'Friends'
Intro: (Am G F Fm7)
e|--5-7-8-7-8-10-12-10-8-11-10-8-5-7-8-7-8-5-4----------|
B|------------------------------------------------------|
G|------------------------------------------------------|
D|------------------------------------------------------|
A|------------------------------------------------------|
E|------------------------------------------------------|
(Am G F Fm7)
I remember when I was young
Feeling sick on Sunday morning
I don't wanna do it anymore
(Am G F Fm7)
Standing in a line with a dirty mind
Clean it up on Sunday morning
I don't wanna do it anymore
(Am)
One day a week we turn the cheek
One day a week we turn the cheek
(Em C G)
Oh, how we'd kneel down
Oh, we were so quiet
Never any light there
(Em)
I don't care, it's not
(G)
right there
Intro:
(Am G F Fm7)
Get up early, do your hair
Sunday best on Sunday morning
I don't wanna see it anymore
(Am G F Fm7)
Tea and toast in the social hall
We had it all on Sunday morning
I don't wanna see it anymore
(Am)
We come in fear , to worship here
We come in fear , to worship here
(Em C G)
Oh, how we'd kneel down
Oh, we were so quiet
Never any light there
(Em)
I don't care, it's not
(G)
right there
solo.
Small scale part
(A B C D E F# G A)
It's wrong to feel, It's wrong to care
You must not steal, you must not swear
(Em C G)
Oh, how we'd kneel down
Oh, we were so quiet
Never any light there
(Em)
I don't care, it's not
(G)
right there
(Am G F Fm7)
I don't wanna do it anymore, sunday morning
I don't wanna see it anymore, sunday morning
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