Tom Ward - Australian got talent ( full audition ) Shred Classical Guitar

Australia's Got Talent 2011 - Tom Ward (Acoustic Shredding)

Susana Seivane, "Foliada Do Quinteiro"

Impossible guitar - Is he the best?

Ben Lapps playing "The New Color"

This Mortal Coil, "Another Day"

Zaza Fournier, "Mademoiselle"

Flo Rida, "Good Feeling" [Official Video]

The Chieftains, "Lots Of Drops Of Brandy"

"This Mortal Coil", Barramundi

"Florence + The Machine", Dog Days Are Over (2010 Version)

Laura Marling, "Rambling Man"

Mazzy Star, "Into Dust"

Adele, "Someone Like You (Live On The Brit Awards 2011) 15/02/11"

Waterboys, "Trumpets (live in Toronto, 1984)"

Amor Electro, "A Máquina"

Newton Faulkner, "Teardrop" (Massive Attack)

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Love, love is a verb
Love is a doing word
Fearless on my breath
Gentle impulsion
Shakes me, makes me lighter
Fearless on my breath

Teardrop on the fire
Fearless on my breath

Nine night of matter
Black flowers blossom
Fearless on my breath
Black flowers blossom
Fearless on my breath

Teardrop on the fire
Fearless on my breath

Water is my eye
Most faithful mirror
Fearless on my breath
Teardrop on the fire of a confession
Fearless on my breath
Most faithful mirror
Fearless on my breath

Teardrop on the fire
Fearless on my breath

Stumbling a little (2x)

Anna Calvi, "No More Words"

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Amy Macdonald, "An Ordinary Life(Lyrics)"

Adoro a música. Adoro a letra :-D

Snow Patrol, "Crack The Shutters"

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You cool your bedwarm hands down

On the broken radiator

When you lay them freezing on me

I mumble can you wake me later

But I don't really want you to stop

And you know it so it doesn't stop you

You run your hands from my neck

To my chest

Crack the shutters open wide

I want to bathe you in the light of day

And just watch you as the rays

Tangle up around your face and body

I could sit here for hours

Finding new ways to be awed each minute

'Cause the daylight seems to want you

Just as much as I want you

Its been minutes Its been days,

I remember all I will remember

Happy lost in your hair

And the cold side of the pillow

Your hills and valleys

Are mapped by my intrepid fingers

And in a naked slumber

I dream all this again