Biography:
Steel Pulse is a British roots reggae band from Birmingham, England. They were the first non-Jamaican act to win the Grammy Award for Best Reggae Album for their 1986 album Babylon The Bandit.
Steel Pulse originally formed at Handsworth Wood Boys School, Birmingham, and comprised David Hinds (lead vocals, guitar), Basil Gabbidon (lead guitar, vocals) and Ronnie McQueen (bass).
However, it is Hinds who, as songwriter, has always been the engine behind Steel Pulse
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Other songs:
- A Who Responsible
- Back To My Roots
- Bad Man
- Blues Dance Raid
- Bodyguard
- Bootstraps
- Brown Eyed Girl
- Chant A Psalm
- Earth Crisis
- Find It Quick
- Handsworth Revolution
- Islands Unite
- Ku Klux Klan
- Leggo Beast
- Macka Splaff
- Man No Sober
- Prediction
- Prodigal Son
- Rally Round
- Ravers
- Reggae Fever
- Roller Skates
- Soldiers
- State Of Emergency
- Steppin Out
- Taxi Driver
- Wild Goose Chase
- Your House
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...BODYGUARD... by Steel Pulse
---------------...............
*from 'Earth Crisis' (1984)*
Intro:
C#m G#m, F#m G#m A, G#m
C#m G#m, F#m G#m, Dmaj7
C#m A, G#m (x2)
Verse 1:
C#m A G#m
Every time you meet, the public,
C#m A G#m
You get scared and you, start to pa-nic.
Bridge 1:
C#m A G#m
A-who, got A gun? A-who got A bomb?
C#m A G#m
Who, got a knife? A-who's... gonna lose their life?
Verse 2:
C#m A G#m
So-called leaders, with deceitful faces,
C#m A G#m
Cor-ruption, in a high place.
C#m A G#m
You hands filled with bribes; mouth pours out lies, yea.
C#m A G#m
Cause of all op-pression now, running for pro-tection.
Chorus 1:
C#m A
Bodyguard; I wouldn't like your job,
G#m
(Snakes in the grass), say they know not God.
C#m A
Poly-tricksters, drinking human blood,
G#m
(A concrete heart), can hold no love.
Interlude:
C#m A, G#m
Verse 3:
C#m A G#m
I just can't sorry for the bodyguard.
C#m A G#m
Bullet-proof vest strapped to your chest,
C#m A G#m
Under your collar is getting hot.
Bridge 2:
C#m A G#m
A-who, got A gun? A-who got A bomb?
C#m A G#m
Who, got a knife? A-who's... gonna lose their life?
Chorus 2:
C#m A
Bodyguard; I wouldn't like your job,
G#m
(Snakes in the grass), say they know not God.
C#m A
Poly-tricksters, drinking human blood,
G#m
(A concrete heart), can hold no love.
Chorus 3:
C#m A
Bodyguard; I wouldn't like your job,
G#m
(Snakes in the grass), say they know not God.
C#m A
Poly-tricksters, drinking human blood,
G#m
(A concrete heart), can hold no love.
Break:
C#m B, C#m F#7, C#m B, G#7
C#m B, C#m F#7, C#m, F#m G#m, Dmaj7
Verse 4:
C#m A G#m
Hey, hey, no feel no way,
C#m A G#m
I just can't sorry for the bodyguard.
Bridge 3:
C#m A G#m
A-who, got A gun? A-who got A bomb?
C#m A G#m
Who, got a knife? A-who's... gonna lose their life?
Chorus 4:
C#m A
Bodyguard; I wouldn't like your job,
G#m
(Snakes in the grass), say they know not God.
C#m A
Poly-tricksters, drinking human blood,
G#m
(A concrete heart), can hold no love.
Chorus 5:
C#m A
Bodyguard; I wouldn't like your job,
G#m
(Snakes in the grass), say they know not God.
C#m A
Poly-tricksters, drinking human blood,
G#m
(A concrete heart), can hold no love.
Coda:
C#m A G#m
Watch it all you presidents, boo!
C#m A G#m
Heads of government, boo!
C#m A G#m
Mash down parliaments, boo!
C#m A
I just can't sorry for the bodyguard.
G#m
(A who's gonna lose their life?)
C#m A
I just can't sorry for the bodyguard.
G#m
(A who's gonna lose their life?)
C#m A
All that fretting, all that checking.
G#m
(Gonna lose their life?)
C#m A G#m
All that searching, for assassin, hey!
(Fade)
CHORD DIAGRAMS:
---------------
C#m G#m F#m A Dmaj7 B F#7 G#7
EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE
x46654 466444 244222 577655 x57675 x24442 242322 464544
Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2008 ([email protected])
---------------...............
*from 'Earth Crisis' (1984)*
Intro:
C#m G#m, F#m G#m A, G#m
C#m G#m, F#m G#m, Dmaj7
C#m A, G#m (x2)
Verse 1:
C#m A G#m
Every time you meet, the public,
C#m A G#m
You get scared and you, start to pa-nic.
Bridge 1:
C#m A G#m
A-who, got A gun? A-who got A bomb?
C#m A G#m
Who, got a knife? A-who's... gonna lose their life?
Verse 2:
C#m A G#m
So-called leaders, with deceitful faces,
C#m A G#m
Cor-ruption, in a high place.
C#m A G#m
You hands filled with bribes; mouth pours out lies, yea.
C#m A G#m
Cause of all op-pression now, running for pro-tection.
Chorus 1:
C#m A
Bodyguard; I wouldn't like your job,
G#m
(Snakes in the grass), say they know not God.
C#m A
Poly-tricksters, drinking human blood,
G#m
(A concrete heart), can hold no love.
Interlude:
C#m A, G#m
Verse 3:
C#m A G#m
I just can't sorry for the bodyguard.
C#m A G#m
Bullet-proof vest strapped to your chest,
C#m A G#m
Under your collar is getting hot.
Bridge 2:
C#m A G#m
A-who, got A gun? A-who got A bomb?
C#m A G#m
Who, got a knife? A-who's... gonna lose their life?
Chorus 2:
C#m A
Bodyguard; I wouldn't like your job,
G#m
(Snakes in the grass), say they know not God.
C#m A
Poly-tricksters, drinking human blood,
G#m
(A concrete heart), can hold no love.
Chorus 3:
C#m A
Bodyguard; I wouldn't like your job,
G#m
(Snakes in the grass), say they know not God.
C#m A
Poly-tricksters, drinking human blood,
G#m
(A concrete heart), can hold no love.
Break:
C#m B, C#m F#7, C#m B, G#7
C#m B, C#m F#7, C#m, F#m G#m, Dmaj7
Verse 4:
C#m A G#m
Hey, hey, no feel no way,
C#m A G#m
I just can't sorry for the bodyguard.
Bridge 3:
C#m A G#m
A-who, got A gun? A-who got A bomb?
C#m A G#m
Who, got a knife? A-who's... gonna lose their life?
Chorus 4:
C#m A
Bodyguard; I wouldn't like your job,
G#m
(Snakes in the grass), say they know not God.
C#m A
Poly-tricksters, drinking human blood,
G#m
(A concrete heart), can hold no love.
Chorus 5:
C#m A
Bodyguard; I wouldn't like your job,
G#m
(Snakes in the grass), say they know not God.
C#m A
Poly-tricksters, drinking human blood,
G#m
(A concrete heart), can hold no love.
Coda:
C#m A G#m
Watch it all you presidents, boo!
C#m A G#m
Heads of government, boo!
C#m A G#m
Mash down parliaments, boo!
C#m A
I just can't sorry for the bodyguard.
G#m
(A who's gonna lose their life?)
C#m A
I just can't sorry for the bodyguard.
G#m
(A who's gonna lose their life?)
C#m A
All that fretting, all that checking.
G#m
(Gonna lose their life?)
C#m A G#m
All that searching, for assassin, hey!
(Fade)
CHORD DIAGRAMS:
---------------
C#m G#m F#m A Dmaj7 B F#7 G#7
EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE
x46654 466444 244222 577655 x57675 x24442 242322 464544
Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2008 ([email protected])
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