Biografia:
Karine Polwart (born 1971) is a Scottish singer-songwriter. She writes and performs music with a strong folk and roots feel, and her songs cover a wide area, from alcoholism to genocide.
Despite winning the Horizon Award for Best Newcomer at the BBC Folk Awards 2005, Karine Polwart is no newcomer to the folk world, having previously been a member of Malinky and Battlefield Band. Her solo career is new, and it is for this that she has been particularly recognised.
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[Intro]
Em C D
Em C D
[Verse]
Em
Can you hear the shuffle of boots?
C
Old men in polyester suits
D
Ties like regimental colours flying
Em
Who they are I do not know
C
I just watch them row upon row
D
Every single one of them is crying
Em
And they're marching along the old dirt track
C
Looking up ahead, never looking back
D
Scared they'll catch the eye of some Medusa
[Chorus]
C
Here they are now one, two, three
Em
Four and five and more and many
C D
And six and seven, eight and nine
Em C
Here they come in a long, long line
D
Count a dozen, count a score
Em C D
There might be a hundred more
[Instrumental]
Em C D
Em C D
[Verse]
Em
Can you hear the clatter of boots?
C
Kits and packs and khaki suits
D
And ragged regimental colours flying
Em
Swallowed whole by the cold steel rain
C D
Just a little fresh blood in the serpent's veins
Em
And it's a sharp shrill whistle call to attack
C
And they're running up ahead, and they're never coming back
D
Caught right in the eye of some Medusa
[Chorus]
C
Here they are now one, two, three
Em
Four and five and more and many
C D
And six and seven, eight and nine
Em C
Here they come in a long, long line
D
Count a dozen, count a score
Em C D
There might be a hundred more
[Instrumental]
Em C D
Em C D
Em C D
Em C D
[Verse]
Em
Can you hear the concrete clicking
C
And the telephones bawling and the clocks all ticking
D
And the red ink spilling on the embers
Em
No one cares, no one remembers
C D
Names like footsteps chiselled in stone
Em C D Em
Row upon row, row upon row, row upon row, row upon row
[Chorus]
C
Here they are now one, two, three
Em
Four and five and more and many
C D
And six and seven, eight and nine
Em C
Here they come in a long, long line
D
Count a dozen, count a score
Em C D
There might be a hundred more
[Chorus]
C
Here they are now one, two, three
Em
Four and five and more and many
C D
And six and seven, eight and nine
Em C
Here they come in a long, long line
D
Count a dozen, count a score
Em C D Em
There might be a hundred more
C D Em
A hundred more
C D Em
A hundred more
Em C D
Em C D
[Verse]
Em
Can you hear the shuffle of boots?
C
Old men in polyester suits
D
Ties like regimental colours flying
Em
Who they are I do not know
C
I just watch them row upon row
D
Every single one of them is crying
Em
And they're marching along the old dirt track
C
Looking up ahead, never looking back
D
Scared they'll catch the eye of some Medusa
[Chorus]
C
Here they are now one, two, three
Em
Four and five and more and many
C D
And six and seven, eight and nine
Em C
Here they come in a long, long line
D
Count a dozen, count a score
Em C D
There might be a hundred more
[Instrumental]
Em C D
Em C D
[Verse]
Em
Can you hear the clatter of boots?
C
Kits and packs and khaki suits
D
And ragged regimental colours flying
Em
Swallowed whole by the cold steel rain
C D
Just a little fresh blood in the serpent's veins
Em
And it's a sharp shrill whistle call to attack
C
And they're running up ahead, and they're never coming back
D
Caught right in the eye of some Medusa
[Chorus]
C
Here they are now one, two, three
Em
Four and five and more and many
C D
And six and seven, eight and nine
Em C
Here they come in a long, long line
D
Count a dozen, count a score
Em C D
There might be a hundred more
[Instrumental]
Em C D
Em C D
Em C D
Em C D
[Verse]
Em
Can you hear the concrete clicking
C
And the telephones bawling and the clocks all ticking
D
And the red ink spilling on the embers
Em
No one cares, no one remembers
C D
Names like footsteps chiselled in stone
Em C D Em
Row upon row, row upon row, row upon row, row upon row
[Chorus]
C
Here they are now one, two, three
Em
Four and five and more and many
C D
And six and seven, eight and nine
Em C
Here they come in a long, long line
D
Count a dozen, count a score
Em C D
There might be a hundred more
[Chorus]
C
Here they are now one, two, three
Em
Four and five and more and many
C D
And six and seven, eight and nine
Em C
Here they come in a long, long line
D
Count a dozen, count a score
Em C D Em
There might be a hundred more
C D Em
A hundred more
C D Em
A hundred more
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