Biografia:
Don Fardon é um cantor inglês que fez parte de uns já esquecidos The Sorrows, grupo algures entre os Kinks e os Pretty Things, com uma inclinação para o R&B americano que Fardon depois seguiu. O tema, The lament... foi um sucesso para si em 1967 e é um sentido pedaço de soul branca suportado por um arranjo tipicamente sunshine pop, com leves toques de psicodelismo.
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Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
No 16 in the Australian charts in 1972.
[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
C
Don't feel bad son, don't feel blue, son
C
If you ain't keepin' up with the fella that's up in front of you, son
F
Don't let it grieve you, don't let it peeve you
F
If the guy in front of you marches off and he leaves you
C
Don't get blue, kid, you ain't stupid
C G C
You're just marchin' to the rhythm of a different drum, son
[Chorus]
C
Follow your drum, follow your drum
F
Set your feet to the beat of your own drum, son
C
Be a man, son, understand, son, it'll all come
C G C
If you just follow the rhythm of your own drum, son
[Verse 2]
C
If your best friend, your best old friend
C
Hits the jackpot and he winds up with a whole mint
F
Don't let envy get all in ya
F
Shake his hand, congratulate and treat him friendly
C
Don't swear and get miffed, you'll get there if
C G C
You just keep on followin' the rhythm of your own drum, son
[Chorus]
C
Follow your drum, follow your drum
F
Set your feet to the beat of your own drum, son
C
'Cause it's not fair, son, to compare, son
C G C
Two people who's followin' different drums, son
[Outro]
C
Follow your drum, follow your drum
F
Set your feet to the beat of your own drum, son
C
'Cause it's not fair, son, to compare, son
C G C
Two people who's followin' different drums, son
(fade)
[Intro]
C
[Verse 1]
C
Don't feel bad son, don't feel blue, son
C
If you ain't keepin' up with the fella that's up in front of you, son
F
Don't let it grieve you, don't let it peeve you
F
If the guy in front of you marches off and he leaves you
C
Don't get blue, kid, you ain't stupid
C G C
You're just marchin' to the rhythm of a different drum, son
[Chorus]
C
Follow your drum, follow your drum
F
Set your feet to the beat of your own drum, son
C
Be a man, son, understand, son, it'll all come
C G C
If you just follow the rhythm of your own drum, son
[Verse 2]
C
If your best friend, your best old friend
C
Hits the jackpot and he winds up with a whole mint
F
Don't let envy get all in ya
F
Shake his hand, congratulate and treat him friendly
C
Don't swear and get miffed, you'll get there if
C G C
You just keep on followin' the rhythm of your own drum, son
[Chorus]
C
Follow your drum, follow your drum
F
Set your feet to the beat of your own drum, son
C
'Cause it's not fair, son, to compare, son
C G C
Two people who's followin' different drums, son
[Outro]
C
Follow your drum, follow your drum
F
Set your feet to the beat of your own drum, son
C
'Cause it's not fair, son, to compare, son
C G C
Two people who's followin' different drums, son
(fade)
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