Biografia:
From his time as the first folk performer at the Sydney Opera House, through all the major Australian and New Zealand folk festivals and countless concerts and club shows, Bernard Bolan has made himself a National Treasure with his unmistakable blend of words, wit and finely crafted music.
Bernard's love songs are passionate and haunting, while his comedy material has had audiences literally gasping for breath with laughter. The words of his songs
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Throw Snowballs at the Teacher - Bernard Bolan
Intro: A (4 bars)
Verse 1:
A D A
My made-to-measure suit is weighing down upon me shoulders,
D A
The trousers and the strait-jacket are worn.
D A
They say they should fit better as they get a little older,
E
But now they've grown old, and I've just found my form.
A D A
Sunset's on the City, so the City's on its way
D A
To tiny tots, and time for pots of tea,
D A
And though I'm hoarse with talking I've not said a thing all day
E
That you could not have said as well as me.
Chorus:
E D (walking bass) A
So today may be the day when I buy myself a surfing-board,
D A E
Throw snowballs at the teacher, or fall upon my sword,
D
But I would not like to hurt you, or bleed upon your floor,
A E A
So I'll see you when I see you, if I'm there.
A D A
Signs stuck to the station walls adhere to the opinion
D A
That I should not be standing here at all.
D A
I should be on a sailing-ship, or flying to Londinium
E
At prices quite extravagantly small,
A D A
But I await a train that's late to do my share of travelling:
D A
I see the world along the North Shore line.
D A
The tangled string that is me life's been far too long unravelling,
E
And there's new loose ends appearing all the time.
E D (walking bass) A
So today may be the day when I buy myself a surfing-board,
D A E
Throw snowballs at the teacher, or fall upon my sword,
D
But I would not like to hurt you, or bleed upon your floor,
A E A
So I'll see you when I see you, if I'm there.
A D A
Could be I'm old, for I've caught a cold, or something just as awful,
D A
But I feel a dreadful need to kick a cat,
D A
To pull rude faces, say bad words, do something quite unlawful,
E
But what then would I do when I'd done that?
A D A
Maybe I would touch the sky, or drink a pint of Cider,
D A
Maybe I would try to fly a kite,
D A
Maybe I'd pretend that I was sitting right beside her,
E
And pretend that childrens' days don't end at night.
E D (walking bass) A
So today may be the day when I buy myself a surfing-board,
D A E
Throw snowballs at the teacher, or fall upon my sword,
D
But I would not like to hurt you, or bleed upon your floor,
A E A
So I'll see you when I see you, if I'm there.
Throw Snowballs at the Teacher - Bernard Bolan
Intro: A (4 bars)
Verse 1:
A D A
My made-to-measure suit is weighing down upon me shoulders,
D A
The trousers and the strait-jacket are worn.
D A
They say they should fit better as they get a little older,
E
But now they've grown old, and I've just found my form.
A D A
Sunset's on the City, so the City's on its way
D A
To tiny tots, and time for pots of tea,
D A
And though I'm hoarse with talking I've not said a thing all day
E
That you could not have said as well as me.
Chorus:
E D (walking bass) A
So today may be the day when I buy myself a surfing-board,
D A E
Throw snowballs at the teacher, or fall upon my sword,
D
But I would not like to hurt you, or bleed upon your floor,
A E A
So I'll see you when I see you, if I'm there.
A D A
Signs stuck to the station walls adhere to the opinion
D A
That I should not be standing here at all.
D A
I should be on a sailing-ship, or flying to Londinium
E
At prices quite extravagantly small,
A D A
But I await a train that's late to do my share of travelling:
D A
I see the world along the North Shore line.
D A
The tangled string that is me life's been far too long unravelling,
E
And there's new loose ends appearing all the time.
E D (walking bass) A
So today may be the day when I buy myself a surfing-board,
D A E
Throw snowballs at the teacher, or fall upon my sword,
D
But I would not like to hurt you, or bleed upon your floor,
A E A
So I'll see you when I see you, if I'm there.
A D A
Could be I'm old, for I've caught a cold, or something just as awful,
D A
But I feel a dreadful need to kick a cat,
D A
To pull rude faces, say bad words, do something quite unlawful,
E
But what then would I do when I'd done that?
A D A
Maybe I would touch the sky, or drink a pint of Cider,
D A
Maybe I would try to fly a kite,
D A
Maybe I'd pretend that I was sitting right beside her,
E
And pretend that childrens' days don't end at night.
E D (walking bass) A
So today may be the day when I buy myself a surfing-board,
D A E
Throw snowballs at the teacher, or fall upon my sword,
D
But I would not like to hurt you, or bleed upon your floor,
A E A
So I'll see you when I see you, if I'm there.
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