Biografia:
Jon Fazal is a musician from Cheltenham.
He has been writing his "heartfelt, intimate and hopeful" songs since he was thirteen years old and has been recording for almost as long.
A few years and 10,000 cups of tea later, Jon moved to London and can be found performing regularly in the city.
Recieving positive reviews from Miniature Music Press, Beat Review and BBC Gloucestershire he has been compared to the likes of Willy Mason, Ray Davies, and Bob Dylan.
"In this music, there is a delicate intensity guaranteed to melt your heart".
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Outras músicas:
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!
[Verse]
Am
You crept out of your bedroom while your sister was asleep
Am/G
Stared into the darkness on a bus ride to the sea
Em E Am
Turned the music in your headphones up
Am/F# Am/F
Till the voices in your head disappeared
[Verse]
Am
Do you still fear that half the battles that you’ve fought in life are lost
Am/G
And you can’t live in the moment cos you’re frightened of the cost
Em E Am
Of living your life like a pop-song
Am/F# Am/F E
Now the colour from the picture’s run to the floor
[Chorus]
F C
Do you know the way to Santa Maria?
F C G
Someone told me south but there’s nothing out here
Em E Am
It’s just fishing boats and bad ideas
Am/F# Am/F E
And they drift about like tumbleweeds.
[Verse]
Am
It’s a world of flowers and thorns, light and shadow, love and scorn
Am/G
It depends more on who you are than where it is your born
Em E Am
But your high-rise out in Fiddlers Green
Am/F# Am/F
Wasn’t enough to hang on to that dream
[Verse]
Am
Of desert sands and foreign lands, highwaymen and thieves
Am/G
Centuries old pirate gold buried out at sea
Em E Am
And you told me that you’d gone to find it
Am/F# Am/F E
Off the coast of Barbary
[Chorus]
F C
Do you know the way to Santa Maria?
F C G
Someone told me south but there’s nothing out here
Em E Am
It’s just fishing boats and bad ideas
Am/F# Am/F E
And they drift about like tumbleweeds.
Am
You crept out of your bedroom while your sister was asleep
Am/G
Stared into the darkness on a bus ride to the sea
Em E Am
Turned the music in your headphones up
Am/F# Am/F
Till the voices in your head disappeared
[Verse]
Am
Do you still fear that half the battles that you’ve fought in life are lost
Am/G
And you can’t live in the moment cos you’re frightened of the cost
Em E Am
Of living your life like a pop-song
Am/F# Am/F E
Now the colour from the picture’s run to the floor
[Chorus]
F C
Do you know the way to Santa Maria?
F C G
Someone told me south but there’s nothing out here
Em E Am
It’s just fishing boats and bad ideas
Am/F# Am/F E
And they drift about like tumbleweeds.
[Verse]
Am
It’s a world of flowers and thorns, light and shadow, love and scorn
Am/G
It depends more on who you are than where it is your born
Em E Am
But your high-rise out in Fiddlers Green
Am/F# Am/F
Wasn’t enough to hang on to that dream
[Verse]
Am
Of desert sands and foreign lands, highwaymen and thieves
Am/G
Centuries old pirate gold buried out at sea
Em E Am
And you told me that you’d gone to find it
Am/F# Am/F E
Off the coast of Barbary
[Chorus]
F C
Do you know the way to Santa Maria?
F C G
Someone told me south but there’s nothing out here
Em E Am
It’s just fishing boats and bad ideas
Am/F# Am/F E
And they drift about like tumbleweeds.
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