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Yesterday I read the sad news about the passing away of one of my favourite guitarist and one that it is linked in my mind with three great rock and roll moments. First one of the guitarist that played along Phil Lynott, in the 80s was part of the great Hard Rock musicians that inspired me to go into rock and then, when I grew interested in jazz, he was there with his melodic Blues guitar lines.
Gary Moore, from Belfast, was an unique voice in guitar playing and as a composer a creative force that we will largely miss.
Here is a selection of many songs where he shined. First his land-mark in hard rock, the Wild Frontier Album with one of the most amazing performances ever in Over the hills and Far Away (largely covered by bands the like of Nightwish).
After that, more songs from that album (Wild Frontier and the remarkable The Loner), followed by his Blues compositions, including a duo with B.B. King. And I finish with a lot of songs from his years working side by side with Lynott. Oh, and don't forget to check the comical sketch by Rowland Rivron along guitarist Mark Knopfler, David Gilmour and bassists Lemmy and Mark King.
Gary moore - over the hills and far away
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They came for him one winter's night.
Arrested, he was bound.
They said there'd been a robbery,
his pistol had been found.
They marched him to the station house,
he waited till the dawn.
And as they led him to the dock,
he knew that he'd been wronged.
"You stand accused of robbery,"
he heard the bailiff say.
He knew without an alibi,
tomorrow's light would mourn his freedom.
Over the hills and far away,
for ten long years he'll count the days.
Over the mountains and the seas,
a prisoner's life for him there'll be.
He knew that it would cost him dear,
but yet he dare not say.
Just where he'd been that fateful night,
a secret it must stay.
He had to fight back tears of rage.
His heart beat like a drum.
For with the wife of his best friend,
he spent his final night of freedom.
Over the hills and far away,
he swears he will return one day.
Far from the mountains and the seas,
back in her arms again he'll be.
Over the hills and far away.
Over the hills and,
over the hills and,
over the hills and far away.
Each night within his prison cell,
he looks out through the bars.
He reads the letters that she wrote.
One day he'll know the taste of freedom.
Over the hills and far away,
she prays he will return one day.
As sure as the rivers reach the seas,
back in his arms again she'll be.
Over the hills and far away,
he swears he will return one day.
As sure as the river reach the seas,
back in his arms is where she'll be.
Over the hills and far away,
she prays he will return one day.
As sure as the rivers reach the sea,
back in her arms is where he'll be.
Over the hills,
over the hills and far away.
Over the hills,
over the hills and far away.
Arrested, he was bound.
They said there'd been a robbery,
his pistol had been found.
They marched him to the station house,
he waited till the dawn.
And as they led him to the dock,
he knew that he'd been wronged.
"You stand accused of robbery,"
he heard the bailiff say.
He knew without an alibi,
tomorrow's light would mourn his freedom.
Over the hills and far away,
for ten long years he'll count the days.
Over the mountains and the seas,
a prisoner's life for him there'll be.
He knew that it would cost him dear,
but yet he dare not say.
Just where he'd been that fateful night,
a secret it must stay.
He had to fight back tears of rage.
His heart beat like a drum.
For with the wife of his best friend,
he spent his final night of freedom.
Over the hills and far away,
he swears he will return one day.
Far from the mountains and the seas,
back in her arms again he'll be.
Over the hills and far away.
Over the hills and,
over the hills and,
over the hills and far away.
Each night within his prison cell,
he looks out through the bars.
He reads the letters that she wrote.
One day he'll know the taste of freedom.
Over the hills and far away,
she prays he will return one day.
As sure as the rivers reach the seas,
back in his arms again she'll be.
Over the hills and far away,
he swears he will return one day.
As sure as the river reach the seas,
back in his arms is where she'll be.
Over the hills and far away,
she prays he will return one day.
As sure as the rivers reach the sea,
back in her arms is where he'll be.
Over the hills,
over the hills and far away.
Over the hills,
over the hills and far away.
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Gary Moore - Wild Frontier
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Music Video - Gary Moore - The Loner
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gary moore - still got the blues
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BB King / Gary Moore - The Thrill is Gone
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Gary Moore with Phil Lynott - Parisienne Walkways (live)
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Gary Moore - The Boys Are Back In Town (From "One Night In Dublin")
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THIN LIZZY Gary Moore solo
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Thin Lizzy Cowboy Song The Boys Are Back Live 78 w. Moore
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More about Gary Moore:
Images taken from MusicStack and Guitar Collecting.
2 comments:
Hacía muchísimo que no escuchaba la de Over the hills and far away. De crío me gustaba.
Una pena... y no muchos años.
El sketch ese no lo conocía. Es gracioso.
Tenía pensado escribir sobre esta canción como suelo hacer sobre clásicos del Rock Duro de los ochenta, pero he tenido que adelantar el artículo.
Me sorprendió la noticia. Es de esas cosas que uno no se espera. Además, ha sido aquí en España, en Estepona.
Era un gran músico y creo que no se le olvidará fácilmente. Además, se ha ido demasiado pronto. Sólo tenía cincuenta y ocho años.
El sketch es sólo "graciosillo" pero es un puntazo ver a tantos músicazos juntos haciendo una "tontada". Y sí, es verdad que muchos libros para empezar al final te lo ponen muy difícil y hay que hacer lo que te pide el cuerpo, pasando de tanto consejito. Eso mismo me ocurrió con un manualito para aprender a tocar blues con el piano. Aún no soy capaz de tocar esas endiabladas partituras que nada tenían que ver con la manera de tocar el Blues. En fin.
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