#FreeThe4 He Ain’t Heavy – Hollies lyrics + tab+ guitar tutorial

He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother

The road is long
With many a winding turn
That leads us to who knows where
Who knows when
But I’m strong
Strong enough to carry him
He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother

So on we go
His welfare is of my concern
No burden is he to bear
We’ll get there
For I know
He would not encumber me
He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother

If I’m laden at all
I’m laden with sadness
That everyone’s heart
Isn’t filled with the gladness
Of love for one another

It’s a long, long road
From which there is no return
While we’re on the way to there
Why not share
And the load
Doesn’t weigh me down at all
He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother

He’s my brother
He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother…

Thank You AZLyrics

Guitar Tab

 "He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother"
                     (Bobby Scott - Bobby Russell)

Intro:

	(harmonica w/piano and bass)

	G       D/F#     C/E     D7sus4 [N.C.]
	/ / / /  / / / /  / / / /  /

Verse 1:

	             G   D/F#              C/E         Am7
	The road is long      with many a winding turn
	      D   D#dim  Em          F               Am7  Am7/D D7
	That leads us to who knows where, who knows where
	          G    D/F#                   Em   Eb
	But I'm strong      strong enough to carry him
	G                Am7 D7sus4          G
	  He ain't heavy            he's my brother

	[1:  Am7 D7sus4]
	       (So on...)

	[2:  Am7 G7/B ; to bridge]

	[3: to harmonica solo]

Verse 2:

	So on we go  his welfare is of my concern
	No burden is he to bear, we'll get there
	For I know he would not encumber me
	He ain't heavy, he's my brother

Bridge:

	        C       D7/C
	If I'm laden at all
	     C         D7/C
	I'm laden with sadness
	      Bm         Dm
	that everyone's heart
	      Cmaj7  B7           Em G7/D
	Isn't filled    with the gladness
	    C   /B A7          Am7     D7 [N.C.]
	Of love       for one another

Verse 3:

	It's a long, long road  from which there is no return
	While we're on the way to there, why not share
	         G   Bm  /F# /D   /F#  /D  Em     Eb
	And the load     Doesn't weigh me down at all
	He ain't heavy, he's my brother

[harmonica solo over first two lines of verse]

Coda:

	 G              D/F#  Em  D7sus4
	He's my brother
	           G   D/F#       Cmaj7/E   D
	He ain't heavy      he's my brother
	           G   D/F#       Cmaj7/E   D
	He ain't heavy      he's my brother [fade]

 

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Sting sings: Shape of my heart.

© of Winslie Gomez

Watched Sting on Jonathon Woss, (sorry Ross) last night. No idea what channel, just happened to sit down with a glass of Rioja. The interview was a good bit of banter, Woss Style.

It’s the song ” Shape of My Heart” that got my attention.

The chord phrasing was just beautiful. Like the repetitive sound of gentle lapping at the waters edge of a Scottish Loch, surrounded by granite hills and of course, “.. a loaf of bread and thou beside me” borrowed from;

The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam

Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough,
A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse–and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness–
And Wilderness is Paradise enow.

“How sweet is mortal Sovranty!”–think some:
Others–“How blest the Paradise to come!”
Ah, take the Cash in hand and waive the Rest;
Oh, the brave music of a distant Drum!

Omar Khayyam

You may not know that Sting used to be a maths teacher and the words of the song reflect that magical alchemy of numbers and the illusion of life. No wonder it was covered by so many others from Back Street Boys to Sugababes etc.

Watch the video, courtesy of Newplayrock. And Wow! Thank You.

STING Sings
“Shape Of My Heart”

He deals the cards, as a meditation
And those he plays, never suspect
He doesn’t play, for the money he wins
He don’t play for respect
He deals the cards, to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden laws of a probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs, weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that’s not the shape of my heart

He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal, a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that’s not the shape of my heart
That’s not the shape, the shape of my heart

And if I told you that I loved you
You’d maybe think there’s something wrong
I’m not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
For those who speak know nothing
But find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who fear are lost

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that’s not the shape of my heart
That’s not the shape of my heart

More STING related info here

There is a God! Well at least a music one. Air Traffic

played at Ryde, Isle of Wight last night and for once I was lifted out of mundanity (not a typo either) and to crown it all; I was with an angel. I wasn’t “nissed as a pewt”. (Translation: Pissed as a fart)

I am still in heaven, plugged in to their site and yes, you have to listen to these young lads.

Take my word for, it you too will be hooked. Just grab your headphones and visit

Air Traffic.

Thanks to SRC

They are on MySpace as well, checkout dates, etc, lots of info.

Thanks guys, I loved every minute! You Rock!

I almost wanted to climb up on stage and give a hand as the rythm guitarist was not happy with the tuning. The pace was just wow!

Great song titles too.

Shooting Star

Never even told me her name

Charlotte

Photo thanks to MEYER

With a Little Help from my Friends

My birthday recently reminded me of all the significant influences that formed me into the rebel I am today, maybe even a soul rebel.

Joe Cocker at Woodstock ’69 was one of those many influences so; Thanks Joe you touched a tiny little nerve.

For all those who’ve never seen Joe Cocker well Kosomot66 has it all for our enduring pleasure. It’s a bit out of sync, but so is my life.

You also need to hear this song by the Beatles.

I’ll have to explain some other time how these people helped form me into the person I am today. Right now I need to get to bed.

G’Night.

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