Biografia:
Mike Heron e Robin Williamson são ingleses. Formaram a banda nos anos 60 e seguiram pelos anos 70, separando-se depois. No nosso século (XXI) se juntaram novamente e fizeram shows e lançaram novos albuns. É um trabalho bastante melódico, experimental, livre, chegando a ser ingênuo algumas vezes, naif eu diria. Representam a essencia dos movimentos hippies de contracultura dos anos 60, inclusive vivendo em comunidade. Ambos compõem, cantam e tocam vários instrumentos.
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Outras músicas:
- A Very Cellular Song
- Air
- Blues For The Muse
- Chinese White
- Cousin Caterpillar
- Dear Old Battlefield
- Ducks On A Pond
- Empty Pocket Blues
- Everythings Fine Right Now
- Greatest Friend
- Jobs Tears
- Koeeoaddi There
- Little Cloud
- Log Cabin Home In The Sky
- Long Time Sun
- Lordly Nightshade
- Minotaurs Song
- No Sleep Blues
- October Song
- Painting Box
- Smoke Shovelling Song
- The Hedgehogs Song
- There Is A Green Crown
- Turquoise Blue
- Way Back In The 1960S
- When You Find Out Who You Are
- Witchs Hat
- Worlds They Rise And Fall
- You Get Brighter
- You Know What You Could Be
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!
[Intro] F C F C Dm F C G7 C
[Verse 1]
F F7 F
Captured by Hitler with Oliver Twist in the tower
C F
Guards say: "Here's pens and paper, just sit down and work for an hour"
C Dm
O, Goodness, how can we escape? But it's not worthwhile
F C
All I can do is smile.
[Bridge]
Em B7
Down gallons of glandular corridors of the dark castle
G Dm
The pompous old bellman is tolling one bell
[Verse 2]
F F7 F
At bathtime the hippies in chains they are crossing the hall
C F
Where Hitler is making his new film about it all
C Dm
We slip trough a pew and escape but I just don't know
F C
All I can do is grow
[Chorus]
D C G C
Tell me more, what then
[Verse 3]
F F7 F
Down Main Street I go on a duffel-coat hoping instead
C F
For a little room, yawn, I'm so tired with this big bag of coal on my head
C Dm
It's a top hat I'm trying to sell or a lesson to learn
F C
Vaguely seeking some fire to burn
[Bridge]
Em B7 G Dm
While a group of middle-aged persons with dwarfish expressions and tinned conversations in Sunday blessed blue
[Verse 4]
F F7 F
Standing around for a photograph, watch the cuckoo
C F
Do you need any coal? But it doesn't appear that they do
C Dm
Then I offered my throat to the wolf but I just can't die
F C
All I can do is fly
[Instrumental] F C F C Dm F C G7 C
[Chorus]
D C G C
Tell me more, what then
[Verse 5]
F F7 F
Safe and secure in the skirts of the midsummer wood
C F
Cooking soup with stale words and fresh meanings it tastes so good
C Dm
The green wolf with his bunch of red roses is slinking away
F C
All on a summer's day.
[Verse 1]
F F7 F
Captured by Hitler with Oliver Twist in the tower
C F
Guards say: "Here's pens and paper, just sit down and work for an hour"
C Dm
O, Goodness, how can we escape? But it's not worthwhile
F C
All I can do is smile.
[Bridge]
Em B7
Down gallons of glandular corridors of the dark castle
G Dm
The pompous old bellman is tolling one bell
[Verse 2]
F F7 F
At bathtime the hippies in chains they are crossing the hall
C F
Where Hitler is making his new film about it all
C Dm
We slip trough a pew and escape but I just don't know
F C
All I can do is grow
[Chorus]
D C G C
Tell me more, what then
[Verse 3]
F F7 F
Down Main Street I go on a duffel-coat hoping instead
C F
For a little room, yawn, I'm so tired with this big bag of coal on my head
C Dm
It's a top hat I'm trying to sell or a lesson to learn
F C
Vaguely seeking some fire to burn
[Bridge]
Em B7 G Dm
While a group of middle-aged persons with dwarfish expressions and tinned conversations in Sunday blessed blue
[Verse 4]
F F7 F
Standing around for a photograph, watch the cuckoo
C F
Do you need any coal? But it doesn't appear that they do
C Dm
Then I offered my throat to the wolf but I just can't die
F C
All I can do is fly
[Instrumental] F C F C Dm F C G7 C
[Chorus]
D C G C
Tell me more, what then
[Verse 5]
F F7 F
Safe and secure in the skirts of the midsummer wood
C F
Cooking soup with stale words and fresh meanings it tastes so good
C Dm
The green wolf with his bunch of red roses is slinking away
F C
All on a summer's day.
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