Biografia:
Formed out of a piggery in deepest darkest West Yorkshire, Old Man Pie play naive country, anti-folk and pie music. Our influences are many and varied and musical differences are a plenty, but we are united by a pleasure of good melody and lyrical depth.
http://www.oldmanpie.net/
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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!
G C Am D
We have fished our last fish, fished our last f*cking fish
G C Am D
We have fished our last fish, fished our last f*cking fish!
....(keep on turning these chords)
As a child I went fishing with my Grandad in the sea
Set out from Dartmouth harbour in a boat called Ripley
We caught Whiting we caught Mackaerel, we caught Gernard we caught Bass
And the sea it was a larder for my Grandad and me
And I follow the line, the infinity line,
And Im wishin, I was fishin, and that everything was fine!
As a Father I went fishing with my sons in the sea
Set out from Abersoch, in a boat called Jenny 3
We caught nothing but a mackerel, so small we threw it back
And the radar did not help us for the fish it could not track.
And I follow the line, the infinity line,
And Im wishin, I was fishin, and that everything was fine!
We have fished our last fish, fished our last f*cking fish (x4)
When my sons sons go fishing will there be something for them
Or will the barren empty seas have nothing left to give
For my grandfathers father, my father and me
We have squandered these resources, and over fished the sea.
We have fished our last fish, fished our last f*cking fish (x4)
We have fished
We have fished our last fish, fished our last f*cking fish
G C Am D
We have fished our last fish, fished our last f*cking fish!
....(keep on turning these chords)
As a child I went fishing with my Grandad in the sea
Set out from Dartmouth harbour in a boat called Ripley
We caught Whiting we caught Mackaerel, we caught Gernard we caught Bass
And the sea it was a larder for my Grandad and me
And I follow the line, the infinity line,
And Im wishin, I was fishin, and that everything was fine!
As a Father I went fishing with my sons in the sea
Set out from Abersoch, in a boat called Jenny 3
We caught nothing but a mackerel, so small we threw it back
And the radar did not help us for the fish it could not track.
And I follow the line, the infinity line,
And Im wishin, I was fishin, and that everything was fine!
We have fished our last fish, fished our last f*cking fish (x4)
When my sons sons go fishing will there be something for them
Or will the barren empty seas have nothing left to give
For my grandfathers father, my father and me
We have squandered these resources, and over fished the sea.
We have fished our last fish, fished our last f*cking fish (x4)
We have fished
Old Sea Bridge
Old Sea Brigade
Old Southern Moo (...)
Old Table
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