Biografia:
Three bands have performed and recorded under the name "Show of Hands".
1) Show Of Hands are England's most successful acoustic roots duo - Steve Knightley and Phil Beer. Their widespread appeal is based on the combined power of Steve's original songs, the quality of their vocals and harmonies, and their multi-instrumental virtuosity. Their performances feature guitars, mandocello, fiddle, cuatro, viola and concertina.
Packing venues from the smallest village hall to the Royal Albert Hall in London
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Outras músicas:
- Arrogance Ignorance And Greed
- Boys Of Summer
- Captains
- Company Town
- Country Life
- Cousin Jack
- Galway Farmer
- Hallows Eve
- Keep Hauling
- Longdog
- Man Of War
- Reunion Hill
- Roots
- Santiago
- Stop Copying Me
- The Blue Cockade
- The Dive
- The Gamekeeper
- The Man In Green
- The Napoli
- The Setting Mary From Dungloe
- Undertow
- Youre Mine
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!
http://www.showofhands.co.uk/
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We've lost more than we'll ever know
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Down-tuned two semi tones, alternatively standard tuning in Em
Am
Now it's been twenty-five years or more,
I've roamed this land from shore to shore
Dsus4
From Tyne to Tamar, Severn to Thames
Am
From moor to vale, from peak to fen
Am
Played in cafes and pubs and bars,
I've stood in the street with my old guitar
Dsus4
But I'd be richer than all the rest
Am
If I had a pound for each request
C F
For 'Duelling Banjos' 'American Pie'
C G
Its enough to make you cry
Am F
'Rule Britannia' or 'Swing Low'
G
Are they the only songs the English know?
Am F
Seed, bud, flower, fruit
Am G
They're never gonna grow without their roots
Csus4 Dsus4 Am
Branch, stem, shoots - they need roots
After the speeches when the cake's been cut
The disco is over and the bar is shut
At christening, birthday, wedding or wake
What can we sing until the morning breaks?
When the Indian, Asians, Afro, Celts
It's in their blood, below the belt
They're playing and dancing all night long
So what have they got right that we've got wrong?
Seed, bud, flower, fruit
Never gonna grow without their roots
Branch, stem, shoots - we need roots
Am
Haul away boys let them go
Out in the wind and the rain and snow
Dsus
We've lost more than well ever know
Round the rocky shores of England
And a minister said his vision of hell
Is three folk singers in a pub near Wells
Well I've got a vision of urban sprawl
It's pubs where no one ever sings at all
And everyone stares at a great big screen
Over-paid soccer stars, prancing teens
Australian soap, American rap
Estuary English, baseball caps
And we learn to be ashamed before we walk
Of the way we look and the way we talk
Without our stories or our songs
How will we know where weve come from?
I've lost St George in the Union Jack
It's my flag too and I want it back
Seed, bud, flower, fruit
Never gonna grow without their roots
Branch, stem, shoots - we need roots
Haul away boys let them go
Out in the wind and the rain and snow
We've lost more than we'll ever know
Round the rocky shores of England
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