Biografia:
Michael Marra (1952 - 23 October 2012) was a Scottish musician from Dundee. He was known as Dundee's answer to Tom Waits; aka Dundonian Randy Newman.
Marra was brought up in the Lochee district of Dundee. His first public performance was at an NCR (formerly a large factory and major employer in Dundee) Christmas party in the 1950s. Although predominantly known as a songwriter, Marra worked extensively in theatre, radio and television. To most he was a solo performer touring the length and breadth of Britain
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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!
Piano song but can work on the guitar. From the Album Gael's Blue.
G
Happed in mist these twenty-five
C D
Eventful years seem to me now
G
And in all but one a friendly haze
C D
A ghost of gladness by my side
C
With horse and plough I marched with pride
D
Of the purest kind
C G
Then a blink of light and it's flander's fields
D
At the end of time
And through the flash and cannon's roar
I saw my Christine's smiling eyes
And with no more thought of blood or shell
I made my way, to hold her near
But truth and honour's henchmen found me
Leaving here
A madman's rave and a coward's grave
For a volunteer
C
And in his eyes flew snipe and curlew
G
In his throat blew moistened air
Em
In his mind the wood the king stole
D C
That robbed the land and laid it bare
But..
In his heart his lover's memory
Singing on their wedding night
Where once the parks grew thick with corn
That solemn tune was with him now
Happed in mist, the king's own rifles
Ready Aiiiiim
The floors of the forest
Are a wee'd away.
G
Happed in mist these twenty-five
C D
Eventful years seem to me now
G
And in all but one a friendly haze
C D
A ghost of gladness by my side
C
With horse and plough I marched with pride
D
Of the purest kind
C G
Then a blink of light and it's flander's fields
D
At the end of time
And through the flash and cannon's roar
I saw my Christine's smiling eyes
And with no more thought of blood or shell
I made my way, to hold her near
But truth and honour's henchmen found me
Leaving here
A madman's rave and a coward's grave
For a volunteer
C
And in his eyes flew snipe and curlew
G
In his throat blew moistened air
Em
In his mind the wood the king stole
D C
That robbed the land and laid it bare
But..
In his heart his lover's memory
Singing on their wedding night
Where once the parks grew thick with corn
That solemn tune was with him now
Happed in mist, the king's own rifles
Ready Aiiiiim
The floors of the forest
Are a wee'd away.
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