Biografia:
Peter Sarstedt (aka Peter Eardley Sarstedt[1] born 12 December 1942, in Delhi, Northern India[2][3]) is a singer-songwriter.
He is probably best known for his 1969, UK number one hit, "Where Do You Go To (My Lovely)" about a poor-born girl who becomes a member of the jet-set. The song was awarded the 1969 Ivor Novello Award, (together with David Bowie's "Space Oddity"). Other Sarstedt songs include "Beirut", "Take Off Your Clothes" and "Frozen Orange Juice" (UK #10 in 1969).
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[Chords]
D : xx0232
DM7 : xx0222
A : x02220
G : 320033
G/B : x20033
D6 : xx0432
A/D : xx0220
[Intro]
D G/B A D
[Verse 1]
D G A
John Lennon was there, shouting on the king of London
D G A
Around Mark Place Square I remember it was spring in London
G A
But no one seem to notice what the world was coming to
G D
It didn't really matter, we didn't have a clue
G/B A D
We ran head long, to the Mulberry Dawn
[Verse 2]
D G A
O the Connies and girls looking at the land the big one
D G A
And the fella's stood back wishing they could stand the big one
G A
But they were beautiful girls and everything was great
G A
And back in the apartment you never had to say it
G/B A D
First the loving, then the Mulberry Dawn
[Chorus]
D G D D6
Summer seasons in Blackpool autographs on the pier
D G D D6
Some where there for the glory and some where there for the beer
D6 A/D D6 A/D
Oh dear, oh dear
D G D D6
Now coming out of the business the rumblings have changed
D G D D6
Now nothing was for certain and everything was strange
D6 A/D D6 A/D A A A
It was so strange, so strange
[Bridge]
G A G A
We're flowing like seeds in the wind, arrows straight to the mark
G A G A
Love comes in to it's own, and sorrows wait in the dark
G A D
And the children are born, to the Mulberry Dawn
[Verse 3]
D G A
John Lennon was there, shouting on the king of London
D G A
In Roger's old Jag, driving 'round the swing in London
G A
Oh breaking with convention, yes that was all the rage
G A
And all you really wanna do is get back on the stage
G/B A D
And play your music, to the Mulberry dawn
G A D
First the loving, then the Mulberry Dawn
D : xx0232
DM7 : xx0222
A : x02220
G : 320033
G/B : x20033
D6 : xx0432
A/D : xx0220
[Intro]
D G/B A D
[Verse 1]
D G A
John Lennon was there, shouting on the king of London
D G A
Around Mark Place Square I remember it was spring in London
G A
But no one seem to notice what the world was coming to
G D
It didn't really matter, we didn't have a clue
G/B A D
We ran head long, to the Mulberry Dawn
[Verse 2]
D G A
O the Connies and girls looking at the land the big one
D G A
And the fella's stood back wishing they could stand the big one
G A
But they were beautiful girls and everything was great
G A
And back in the apartment you never had to say it
G/B A D
First the loving, then the Mulberry Dawn
[Chorus]
D G D D6
Summer seasons in Blackpool autographs on the pier
D G D D6
Some where there for the glory and some where there for the beer
D6 A/D D6 A/D
Oh dear, oh dear
D G D D6
Now coming out of the business the rumblings have changed
D G D D6
Now nothing was for certain and everything was strange
D6 A/D D6 A/D A A A
It was so strange, so strange
[Bridge]
G A G A
We're flowing like seeds in the wind, arrows straight to the mark
G A G A
Love comes in to it's own, and sorrows wait in the dark
G A D
And the children are born, to the Mulberry Dawn
[Verse 3]
D G A
John Lennon was there, shouting on the king of London
D G A
In Roger's old Jag, driving 'round the swing in London
G A
Oh breaking with convention, yes that was all the rage
G A
And all you really wanna do is get back on the stage
G/B A D
And play your music, to the Mulberry dawn
G A D
First the loving, then the Mulberry Dawn
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