Biografia:
Scotland's greatest living Australian. Or the other way around, depending on how you look at it.
Born in Peebles, Scotland, and emigrating to Australia in 1969, he currently resides near Adelaide, South Australia. Written in 1972, And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda is perhaps his best-known song, being a haunting evocation of the ANZAC experience fighting in the Battle of Gallipoli. It has also been interpreted as a reaction to the Vietnam War.
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Outras músicas:
- And The Band Played "waltzing Matilda"
- Across The Hills Of Home
- And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda
- And The Band Played Waltzing Matlida
- Ballad Of Henry Holloway
- Bloody Rotten Audience
- Dedication Day
- Front Row Cowboy
- Green Fields Of France
- Leaving Nancy
- No Mans Land
- Now Im Easy
- Safe In The Harbour
- Scraps Of Paper
- The Blessing
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]
G Bm Am D
G Bm Am D
[VERSE 1]
G Am D G
These days my life seems somehow like a tired old cliché
Am D G
A bad movie scene that just goes on and on
Am D G
With dialogue like " It's so sad how fast time slips away"
Am D G
Or "You never really miss them until they're gone"
Am D G
Funny how those old clichés come true
Am C D
I never thought I'd miss him, but I do
[CHORUS]
G Am G Am D
My father died in summer, and all he left behind
G Am G Bm Am D
Were little scraps of paper, little scraps of rhyme
Am D G
I read them and felt something inside me break
Bm Am D
And angrily cried out "Too late, too late!"
G Bm Am D
Surely there must be something better?
G Bm Am D
Surely there must be something better?
[VERSE 2]
G Am D G
He and I were always strangers, searching for someone
Am D G
I was looking for a hero, and he a friend
Am D G
So while I searched for my father, he was looking for his son
Am D G
And strangers we remained until the end
Am D G
But the man who wrote his heart into these rhymes
Am C D
I know that he could have been a good friend of mine
[CHORUS]
G Am G Am D
My father died in summer, and all he left behind
G Am G Bm Am D
Were little scraps of paper, little scraps of rhyme
Am D G
I read them and felt something inside me break
Bm Am D
And angrily cried out "Too late, too late!"
G Bm Am D
Surely there must be something better?
G Bm Am D
Surely there must be something better?
[VERSE 3]
G Am D G
So I sit here where he lived and died as the ghosts around me weave
Am D G
And the evening shadows lengthen on the wall
Am D G
And in this dark and empty room it's easy to believe
Am D G
That he never, really lived at all
Am D G
But the little scraps of paper in my hand
Am C D
Prove he lived to me — a father and a man
[CHORUS]
G Am G Am D
My father died in summer, and all he left behind
G Am G Bm Am D
Were little scraps of paper, little scraps of rhyme
Am D G
I read them and felt something inside me break
Bm Am D
And angrily cried out "Too late, too late!"
G Bm Am D
Surely there must be something better?
G Bm Am D
Surely there must be something better?
G Bm Am D
G Bm Am D
[VERSE 1]
G Am D G
These days my life seems somehow like a tired old cliché
Am D G
A bad movie scene that just goes on and on
Am D G
With dialogue like " It's so sad how fast time slips away"
Am D G
Or "You never really miss them until they're gone"
Am D G
Funny how those old clichés come true
Am C D
I never thought I'd miss him, but I do
[CHORUS]
G Am G Am D
My father died in summer, and all he left behind
G Am G Bm Am D
Were little scraps of paper, little scraps of rhyme
Am D G
I read them and felt something inside me break
Bm Am D
And angrily cried out "Too late, too late!"
G Bm Am D
Surely there must be something better?
G Bm Am D
Surely there must be something better?
[VERSE 2]
G Am D G
He and I were always strangers, searching for someone
Am D G
I was looking for a hero, and he a friend
Am D G
So while I searched for my father, he was looking for his son
Am D G
And strangers we remained until the end
Am D G
But the man who wrote his heart into these rhymes
Am C D
I know that he could have been a good friend of mine
[CHORUS]
G Am G Am D
My father died in summer, and all he left behind
G Am G Bm Am D
Were little scraps of paper, little scraps of rhyme
Am D G
I read them and felt something inside me break
Bm Am D
And angrily cried out "Too late, too late!"
G Bm Am D
Surely there must be something better?
G Bm Am D
Surely there must be something better?
[VERSE 3]
G Am D G
So I sit here where he lived and died as the ghosts around me weave
Am D G
And the evening shadows lengthen on the wall
Am D G
And in this dark and empty room it's easy to believe
Am D G
That he never, really lived at all
Am D G
But the little scraps of paper in my hand
Am C D
Prove he lived to me — a father and a man
[CHORUS]
G Am G Am D
My father died in summer, and all he left behind
G Am G Bm Am D
Were little scraps of paper, little scraps of rhyme
Am D G
I read them and felt something inside me break
Bm Am D
And angrily cried out "Too late, too late!"
G Bm Am D
Surely there must be something better?
G Bm Am D
Surely there must be something better?
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