Biografia:
Harvey Andrews (born Harvey John Andrews, May 7, 1943 in Birmingham) is an English singer, songwriter, and poet.
From 1964, Andrews supported his nascent career as a singer/songwriter by working as a schoolteacher, before becoming a full-time professional musician in 1966.
Andrews has produced 15 successful albums singing his own songs, many of which have also been recorded by other artists.
His emotive The Soldier transmits the same quiet desperation of a soldier about to die "in conflict" as Wilfred Owen's Dulce Et Decorum Est
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Outras músicas:
- 1964
- Able Baker
- Anna My Love
- Annie In The Morning Rain
- Anon
- Autumn Song
- Birthday Boy
- Bruges
- Cheeky Young Lad
- Cousin Joe
- Downshifting
- Driving In The Middle Lane
- Fading Voices
- Fifty Years On
- Found And Loved
- Friends Till Then
- From The Heart
- Fruit And Veg
- Ghost Town
- Gift Of A Brand New Day
- Give A Damn
- Golden Pennies
- Grain Of Sand Tiny Little Sister
- Harvey Andrews
- House In The Hills
- Im Coming Home Molly
- Im Here
- Impressions
- In The Days When We Had Nothing
- Its A Wonderful Day
- Jowett Javelin
- La Jeusseliniere
- Learning The Game
- Leaving Home
- Liberation
- Life
- Little Businesses
- Living In An Ugly World
- Long Ago Far Away
- Long Long Time
- Lovely Lonely Lady
- Man From Brummagem Town
- Manet Monet
- Margarita
- Never Noticed
- Old Face
- On My Way
- One Machine
- Perfect Folk Club In The Sky
- Pg
- Pigeon
- Pinball
- Please Dont Get On The Plane
- Press Ganged
- Punch And Judy Man
- Saturdays
- She Saw Him Smile
- Simply Being Dad
- Soldier
- Somewhere In The Stars
- Song For Anne Frank
- Songs That Harry Wrote
- Sons And Daughters
- Spinning Concertinas
- Spring Again
- Take A Little Time
- The Centurion
- The Gift
- The Journey
- The Last Train
- The Navys In Dock
- The Old Tin Bath
- The Pocket Song
- The Role You Choose
- The Songwriter
- The Waiting Room
- The Way We Lived Then
- Wheels
- You Get Back What You Put In
- Youth In Age
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!
Harvey Andrews - Impressions
[Intro]
Em
[Verse 1]
Em
When Prussians came to take the house
D
I could not stop them then
B7
They filled the rooms with horses
Em
With sheep as well as men
Am
I tried for poor old Camille’s sake
Em
For M'sieur Monet too
Am
But they were Prussian soldiers
B7
There was little I could do
[Verse 2]
Em
Camille had fled to England
D
M'sieur Monet followed on
B7
When war came both made certain
Em
That they never saw a gun
Am
They left me to look after
Em
All the things they left behind
Am
But so much in so small a house
B7
The troops were sure to find
[Verse 3]
G
The store room full of paintings
D
Fifteen years of Camille’s life
B7
Pictures of our village
Em
Of his children and his wife
G
And when the rain made good earth mud
D
And rivers of the lanes
C
The soldiers laid them end to end
B7 Em
And walked on canvassed frames
[Verse 4]
Em
The colours and the pigments merged
D
And M'sieur Monet’s blue
B7
Joined the reds, the greens, the browns
Em
To form another hue
Am
And poor Camille’s 'Plein Air' became
Em
A blackened, blasted land
Am
As boots tore holes with muddied soles
B7
Sent from the fatherland
[Verse 5]
Em
They burned the rest for daily warmth
D
The paint and oil were good
B7
And gave more heat to blistered feet
Em
Than shower dampened wood
C
But when they left I tried to clean
Em
The pictures that I found
Am
By Camille and his friend Monet
B7
Deep trodden in the ground
[Verse 6]
G
But why I bothered I don’t know
D
Camille’s a silly fool
B7
No one buys his paintings
Em
They’re all laughing as a rule
G
And M'sieur Monet’s eyes can’t see
D
He’s never finished yet
C
No details, just impressions
B7 Em
Is the best that he can get
[Verse 7]
Em
When they return and find the truth
D
Maybe they’ll see the light
B7
And do an honest job for once
Em
It never has seemed right
Am
A life spent painting pictures
Em
We all wonder why they try
Am
"See this one here, yes, take it, sir"
B7
A M'sieur Monet sky
Em B7 Em
That no one wants to buy
[Intro]
Em
[Verse 1]
Em
When Prussians came to take the house
D
I could not stop them then
B7
They filled the rooms with horses
Em
With sheep as well as men
Am
I tried for poor old Camille’s sake
Em
For M'sieur Monet too
Am
But they were Prussian soldiers
B7
There was little I could do
[Verse 2]
Em
Camille had fled to England
D
M'sieur Monet followed on
B7
When war came both made certain
Em
That they never saw a gun
Am
They left me to look after
Em
All the things they left behind
Am
But so much in so small a house
B7
The troops were sure to find
[Verse 3]
G
The store room full of paintings
D
Fifteen years of Camille’s life
B7
Pictures of our village
Em
Of his children and his wife
G
And when the rain made good earth mud
D
And rivers of the lanes
C
The soldiers laid them end to end
B7 Em
And walked on canvassed frames
[Verse 4]
Em
The colours and the pigments merged
D
And M'sieur Monet’s blue
B7
Joined the reds, the greens, the browns
Em
To form another hue
Am
And poor Camille’s 'Plein Air' became
Em
A blackened, blasted land
Am
As boots tore holes with muddied soles
B7
Sent from the fatherland
[Verse 5]
Em
They burned the rest for daily warmth
D
The paint and oil were good
B7
And gave more heat to blistered feet
Em
Than shower dampened wood
C
But when they left I tried to clean
Em
The pictures that I found
Am
By Camille and his friend Monet
B7
Deep trodden in the ground
[Verse 6]
G
But why I bothered I don’t know
D
Camille’s a silly fool
B7
No one buys his paintings
Em
They’re all laughing as a rule
G
And M'sieur Monet’s eyes can’t see
D
He’s never finished yet
C
No details, just impressions
B7 Em
Is the best that he can get
[Verse 7]
Em
When they return and find the truth
D
Maybe they’ll see the light
B7
And do an honest job for once
Em
It never has seemed right
Am
A life spent painting pictures
Em
We all wonder why they try
Am
"See this one here, yes, take it, sir"
B7
A M'sieur Monet sky
Em B7 Em
That no one wants to buy
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