Biografia:
Dry the River é um quinteto folk/alt-country de Londres. Peter D'Artagnan Liddle (vocalista/guitarrista) foi o grande mentor desse projeto, que foi formado no início de 2009. Em Junho de 2009, trabalharam com o produtor Peter Miles (The King Blues, Sweet Billy Pilgrim, Young Soul Rebels), na gravação do seu EP de estréia "The Chambers & The Valves" que foi gravado em apenas dois dias. Este foi seguido de uma turnê de trinta dias com o cantor e compositor Matthew Reynolds
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Outras músicas:
- Alarms In The Heart
- Shaker Hymns
- Weights And Measures
- Bible Belt
- Chambers And The Valves
- Coast
- Deadheads
- Demons
- Everlasting Light
- Family Tree
- Gethsemane
- Hammer
- Hidden Hand
- History Book
- Hope Diamond
- Husk
- It Was Love That Laid Us Low
- Lions Den
- Med School
- New Ceremony
- Night Owls
- No Rest
- Roman Candle
- Shield Your Eyes
- Vessel
- Zaytoun
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!
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SONG NAME - Band Name
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Tabbed by: Ron Maier
E-mail: [email protected]
Tuning:Standard
Here I got sort of a basic Version from this great song ..
A
It started with the moon
E F#m
that turned an inexpensive room into St. Peters.
A E
There’s a parabolic story, but it’s boring
F#m
and it ends how you’d expect.
A
Forever dressing down
F#m
I’m like a stranger
G
hanging round outside the kingdom hall.
F#m
I’d ‘ve carried your wedding shawl,
E
you could’ve said I was a school friend.
Bm D
And you drag your holy horse cart in the sky
when I wake up
Bm
they say it’s just the sun
A
but I know that face.
A E
Excavating down you’d find the drowning and the drowned
F#m
and then there’s us, babe.
A E
You could walk to our memorial, but it’s pourring
F#m
and it ends how you’d expect.
A
I dig your dresses out
F#m
and hang ‘em round about the house
G
and turn the lights down low.
F#m
Now you’re everywhere I go
E
looking faintly disappointed.
Bm D
And you drag your holy horse cart in the sky
when I wake up
Bm
they say it’s just the sun
A (G#5)
but I know that face.
F#m
But the devil’s tricks
A (B5)
just seem to sit so light on you.
F#m
They’d never get the Marionette
A
this tight on you.
Bm
In the parliamentary houses
D
there’ll be talk of what this is
Bm A
with inexpert witnesses and evidence against us.
Bm
But I’ll take my pound of substance
D
from those insubstantial men.
Bm
Whatever their arguments,
A
I’ll prove your innocence.
D
Drag your holy horse cart in the sky
A
when I wake up, oh yeah.
D
Testify allegiance with more
A
puncture wounds than Jesus, oh yeah.
D
Every statue’s weeping honey
and it makes my sight go funny
A
‘cause I’m over sympathetic
and I can’t control myself.
D
Leave that painful memory
A E A
in the garden of Gethsemane, oh yeah, oh yeah.
SONG NAME - Band Name
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Tabbed by: Ron Maier
E-mail: [email protected]
Tuning:Standard
Here I got sort of a basic Version from this great song ..
A
It started with the moon
E F#m
that turned an inexpensive room into St. Peters.
A E
There’s a parabolic story, but it’s boring
F#m
and it ends how you’d expect.
A
Forever dressing down
F#m
I’m like a stranger
G
hanging round outside the kingdom hall.
F#m
I’d ‘ve carried your wedding shawl,
E
you could’ve said I was a school friend.
Bm D
And you drag your holy horse cart in the sky
when I wake up
Bm
they say it’s just the sun
A
but I know that face.
A E
Excavating down you’d find the drowning and the drowned
F#m
and then there’s us, babe.
A E
You could walk to our memorial, but it’s pourring
F#m
and it ends how you’d expect.
A
I dig your dresses out
F#m
and hang ‘em round about the house
G
and turn the lights down low.
F#m
Now you’re everywhere I go
E
looking faintly disappointed.
Bm D
And you drag your holy horse cart in the sky
when I wake up
Bm
they say it’s just the sun
A (G#5)
but I know that face.
F#m
But the devil’s tricks
A (B5)
just seem to sit so light on you.
F#m
They’d never get the Marionette
A
this tight on you.
Bm
In the parliamentary houses
D
there’ll be talk of what this is
Bm A
with inexpert witnesses and evidence against us.
Bm
But I’ll take my pound of substance
D
from those insubstantial men.
Bm
Whatever their arguments,
A
I’ll prove your innocence.
D
Drag your holy horse cart in the sky
A
when I wake up, oh yeah.
D
Testify allegiance with more
A
puncture wounds than Jesus, oh yeah.
D
Every statue’s weeping honey
and it makes my sight go funny
A
‘cause I’m over sympathetic
and I can’t control myself.
D
Leave that painful memory
A E A
in the garden of Gethsemane, oh yeah, oh yeah.
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