Аккорды к Little Bombardier — раннего трека Боуи (1967) о старом ветеране, дружащем с детьми.
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Date: Sat, 21 Mar 1998 22:33:46 -0800 (PST)
From: toomey
Subject: CRD: b/bowie_david/little_bombradier.crd
I am going through my collection of Bowie songs (i.e. Every one in
Existence) and putting them all down. If anyone wants one in particular,
E-mail me and I'll do it next. ([email protected])
This little ditty is off of my "London Boy" compilation (a nice 18 song
Import album, a good purchase for any Bowie fan). It's called "Little
Bombradier"
Bm Cm C D G
G Em C D G
War made him a soldier, little Franky Mear
G Em C D G
Peace left him a loser, the little bombradier.
Em C D G
Lines of worry appeared with age, unskilled hands that knew no trade
Bm Cm C D G (C Cm G)
Spent his time in a picture(?) house, the little bombradier.
G Em C D G
Franky drank his money, the little that he made
G Em C D G
Told his woes to no man, friendless lonely days.
Em C D G
Then one day in the ABC, four small eyes gazed longingly
Bm Cm C D G
At the ice cream in the hand of the little bombradier.
Dm A Dm A
Dm A
Sunshine entered our Franky's days
Dm A
Gone his sorrows his hopeless maze
Bb D A
His life was fun and his heart was full of joy
Dm A
Two young children had changed his his aims,
Dm A
He bought the toffees and played their games
Bb D A
He bought them presents with every coin he made.
G Em C D G G Em C D G Em C D G Bm Cm C D G
G Em C D G
Then two gentlemen called on him, asked him for his name
G Em C D G
Why was he friends with the children, were they just a game
Em C D G
Leave them alone or we'll get sore, we've had blokes like you in this nation
Before
Bm Cm C D G
The hand of authority said "no more" to the little bombradier.
Em C D G
Packed his bags, his heart in pain, wiped a tear and caught a train
Bm Cm C D G
Not to be seen in this town again, the little bombradier.
There are a few chords at the end that I can't figure out because everyone
Is asleep in my house so I can't use the piano to figure out all those
Suspensions and augmentations, or whatever they turn out to be. Will send
The correction as soon as I work it out.