Biografía:
"Algunos cantautores, cuando tocan se imaginan que son Bob Dylan; yo me imagino que soy The Clash"
Billy Bragg, nacido en Barking, Essex-Inglaterra el 20 de diciembre de 1957, es un cantautor izquierdista muy vinculado al movimiento obrero.
Formó parte del llamado anti-Folk de los años 80. Es un artista influido tanto por el punk-rock (en especial The Clash, se le conoció como el 'one-man-Clash'), como por los cantautores comprometidos, en especial
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Otras canciones:
- A New England (kingblues)
- Old Clash Fan Fight Song
- To Have And To Have Not
- A Lover Sings
- A New England
- A13 Trunk Road To The Sea
- Accident Waiting To Happen
- Airline To Heaven
- All You Fascists
- At My Window Sad And Lonely
- Bad Penny
- Between The Wars
- Birds And Ships
- Blood Of The Lamb
- Brickbat
- Bugeye Jim
- California Stars
- Chain Of Broken Hearts
- Cindy Of A Thousand Lives
- Days Like These
- Dry Bed
- Eisler On The Go
- Everybody Loves You Babe
- Everywhere
- Feed Of Man
- Full English Brexit
- Greetings To The New Brunette
- Handyman Blues
- Hard Times Of Old England Retold
- Help Save The Youth Of America
- Hesitating Beauty
- Hobos Lullaby
- Honey Im A Big Boy Now
- Hoodoo Voodoo
- I Aint Got Not Home
- I Almost Killed You
- Ideology
- Ingrid Bergman
- It Says Here
- Levi Stubbs Tears
- Life With Lions
- Life With The Lions
- Like Soldiers Do
- Listening To The Wind That Blows
- Little Time Bomb
- Lovers Town Revisited
- Loving You Too Long
- M For Me
- Must I Paint You A Picture
- My Thirty Thousand
- My Youngest Son Came Home Today
- Never Buy The Sun
- Never Cross A Picket Line
- New England
- No One Knows Anyone Anymore
- No Power Without Accountability
- Northern Industrial Town
- Not Everything That Counts Can Be Counted
- One By One
- Only One
- Ontario Quebec And Me
- Price I Pay
- Raglan Road
- Railroad Bill
- Remember The Mountain Bed
- Richard
- Rotting On Remand
- Rule Nor Reason
- Rumours Of War
- Saturday Boy
- Secret Of The Sea
- Sexuality
- She Came Along To Me
- Shes Got A New Spell
- Sin City
- Sing Their Souls Back Home
- Someday Some Morning Sometime
- Spacerace Is Over
- St Swithins Day
- Stetson Kennedy
- Take Down The Union Jack
- Talking Wag Club Blues
- The Boy Done Good
- The Busy Girl Buys Beauty
- The Home Front
- The Internationale
- The Man In The Iron Mask
- The Only One
- The Passion
- The Price I Pay
- The Price Of Oil
- The Short Answer
- The Unwelcome Guest
- The Warmest Room
- There Is Power In A Union
- There Will Be A Reckoning
- Upfield
- Valentines Day Is Over
- Waiting For The Great Leap Forwards
- Walt Whitmans Niece
- Warmest Room
- Way Over Yonder In A Minor Key
- Way Over Yonder In The Minor Key
- Where The Roses Are In Bloom
- Why We Build The Wall
- Wishing The Days Away
- World Turned Upside Down
- You Make Me Brave
- You Woke Up My Neighbourhood
¡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!
My Youngest Son Came Home Today
Hello there. First time tabber, so forgive any errors you uncover.
This is an old anti-war tune that should probably also be listed under Eric Bogle,
Mary Black, Elvis Costello, and Billy Bragg - all of 'em have recorded it
at various times. I became acquainted with the song from hearing the Stipe-Bragg duet
version live at Mountainstage.
Dm F C
My youngest son came home today
Dm F C
His friends marched with him all the way.
Dm C F
A fife and drum beat out the time.
Dm C F
While in his box of polished pine,
Dm Am Dm Am
Like dead meat on a butcher's tray,
Dm C Dm
My youngest son came home today.
My youngest son was a fine young man,
With a wife, a daughter, and two sons.
As a man he would have lived and died,
Until by a bullet, sanctified.
Now he's a saint, or so they say,
They brought their young saint home today.
Above the narrow Belfast streets,
An Irish sky looks down and weeps
At children's blood in gutters spilled,
And dreams of glory unfulfilled.
As part of freedom's price to pay,
My youngest son came home today.
My youngest son came home today.
His friends marched with him all the way.
A fife and drum beat out the time.
While in his box of polished pine,
Like dead meat on a butcher's tray,
My youngest son came home today.
Dm C Dm
And this time he's home...to stay.
Hello there. First time tabber, so forgive any errors you uncover.
This is an old anti-war tune that should probably also be listed under Eric Bogle,
Mary Black, Elvis Costello, and Billy Bragg - all of 'em have recorded it
at various times. I became acquainted with the song from hearing the Stipe-Bragg duet
version live at Mountainstage.
Dm F C
My youngest son came home today
Dm F C
His friends marched with him all the way.
Dm C F
A fife and drum beat out the time.
Dm C F
While in his box of polished pine,
Dm Am Dm Am
Like dead meat on a butcher's tray,
Dm C Dm
My youngest son came home today.
My youngest son was a fine young man,
With a wife, a daughter, and two sons.
As a man he would have lived and died,
Until by a bullet, sanctified.
Now he's a saint, or so they say,
They brought their young saint home today.
Above the narrow Belfast streets,
An Irish sky looks down and weeps
At children's blood in gutters spilled,
And dreams of glory unfulfilled.
As part of freedom's price to pay,
My youngest son came home today.
My youngest son came home today.
His friends marched with him all the way.
A fife and drum beat out the time.
While in his box of polished pine,
Like dead meat on a butcher's tray,
My youngest son came home today.
Dm C Dm
And this time he's home...to stay.
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