Biografia:
Roy Harper, é um expoente do rock inglês, do folk, cantor e guitarrista, músico profissional desde meados dos anos 1960. Harper reconheceu ser influenciado por muitas formas de música, que vão de Miles Davis a Igor Stravinsky, além do folk-blues com Leadbelly, Josh White, Big Bill Broonzy e Woody Guthrie.
Como músico, Harper é conhecido por seu estilo próprio, de composições complexas. Ele lançou um grande catálogo de álbuns como artista, a maioria dos quais estão disponíveis em sua própria gravadora Science Friction.
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From: [email protected]
Subject: CRD: Black cloud of islam. Roy Harper
This is a song by Roy Harper. The lyrics are a little bit strong. It
was written after Fazod Bazoft was executed for being in the wrong place at
the wrong time, so he was a bit pissed off. Its directed at the use of religion
to justify violence and oppression and not at the religion itself.
Its a song in the classic protest fashion. Its played on n acoustic
with a bit of violence to it. Strum hard and fast. If you can manage the growl
that Roy gets with his voice then all the better.
Phil Lord
[email protected]
INTRO Emin D C D G
Emin D G
Well Im sick to the death,
G Emin C D
of the news on the screen,
Emin D G
of the hisbullah scum,
G Emin C D
and jehad the obscene,
whose men plant the bombs,
and then live feeling free,
to watch women and children,
be killed on TV
What kind of publicicty
needs so much blood,
thats not for some
sad diabolical god,
Ive not read the book
so I cannot recite
but I'll bet Salman Rushdie
was just about right
And the butchers who've
got all this blood on their hands
are the ones who need
God to be stood where he stands
Blessing this kidnapping
murder and war,
with books written hundreds of ages before
And women in veils walk in paces behind
it doesnt sit easy in my kind of mind,
it speaks of oppression,
and no other choice,
than rigid reliance to the loudest voice
You can but a lead bullet
clean through this guitar
cause Im not over joyed
with the story so far
sharing this world with the nutters of god,
is as good as being six feet under the sod,
And I am the prophet so dont believe me,
Im the same as the old ones except that Im free
to give you a piece of my mind which is this
Your the worst of Jehova's blind witnesses
with your feet in the door of the deepest abyss
which is underneath the black cloud of islam
#This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the #
#song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #
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From: [email protected]
Subject: CRD: Black cloud of islam. Roy Harper
This is a song by Roy Harper. The lyrics are a little bit strong. It
was written after Fazod Bazoft was executed for being in the wrong place at
the wrong time, so he was a bit pissed off. Its directed at the use of religion
to justify violence and oppression and not at the religion itself.
Its a song in the classic protest fashion. Its played on n acoustic
with a bit of violence to it. Strum hard and fast. If you can manage the growl
that Roy gets with his voice then all the better.
Phil Lord
[email protected]
INTRO Emin D C D G
Emin D G
Well Im sick to the death,
G Emin C D
of the news on the screen,
Emin D G
of the hisbullah scum,
G Emin C D
and jehad the obscene,
whose men plant the bombs,
and then live feeling free,
to watch women and children,
be killed on TV
What kind of publicicty
needs so much blood,
thats not for some
sad diabolical god,
Ive not read the book
so I cannot recite
but I'll bet Salman Rushdie
was just about right
And the butchers who've
got all this blood on their hands
are the ones who need
God to be stood where he stands
Blessing this kidnapping
murder and war,
with books written hundreds of ages before
And women in veils walk in paces behind
it doesnt sit easy in my kind of mind,
it speaks of oppression,
and no other choice,
than rigid reliance to the loudest voice
You can but a lead bullet
clean through this guitar
cause Im not over joyed
with the story so far
sharing this world with the nutters of god,
is as good as being six feet under the sod,
And I am the prophet so dont believe me,
Im the same as the old ones except that Im free
to give you a piece of my mind which is this
Your the worst of Jehova's blind witnesses
with your feet in the door of the deepest abyss
which is underneath the black cloud of islam
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