Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
[Intro]
D D/F# A D
[Verse 1]
D D/F#
That sound, A beating of drums.
A D
Something has happened, Somethings begun.
D D/F#
A tremble in the soil underneath.
A D
People are quaking, people are meek
[Chorus 1]
G Bm A
I’d write a letter but no one would read it.
G D/F# A
They’ve seen my face on the 9 o clock news.
Em F#m G
I’m just an image they don’t want to live with.
Bm A Em
And the story I’m telling just gives them the blues
[Verse 2]
D D/F#
No sound, my children don’t speak,
A D
My children are hungry, my children are weak
D D/F#
They’ll die, a footnote on page 12
A D
Of an old daily rag, goes unsold on a shelf.
[Chorus 2]
G Bm A
Someone would come but we’ve nothing to give them.
G D/F# A
No hope of a hero without a reward.
Em F#m G
Conscience is just a word without meaning
Bm A Em
When the pen is always destroyed by the sword
[Solo]
D D A D
D Bm A D
[Outro]
D F#m
Dance, dance away
G
Close my eyes
A
See you waltzing.
D F#m
And I, I must go
G
Find a peace
A G
In the darkness
D F#m
Dance, dance away
G
Close my eyes
A
See you waltzing.
D F#m
And I, I must go
G
Find a peace
A G
In the darkness
[Outro]
D D/F# A D
D D/F# A D
[Verse 1]
D D/F#
That sound, A beating of drums.
A D
Something has happened, Somethings begun.
D D/F#
A tremble in the soil underneath.
A D
People are quaking, people are meek
[Chorus 1]
G Bm A
I’d write a letter but no one would read it.
G D/F# A
They’ve seen my face on the 9 o clock news.
Em F#m G
I’m just an image they don’t want to live with.
Bm A Em
And the story I’m telling just gives them the blues
[Verse 2]
D D/F#
No sound, my children don’t speak,
A D
My children are hungry, my children are weak
D D/F#
They’ll die, a footnote on page 12
A D
Of an old daily rag, goes unsold on a shelf.
[Chorus 2]
G Bm A
Someone would come but we’ve nothing to give them.
G D/F# A
No hope of a hero without a reward.
Em F#m G
Conscience is just a word without meaning
Bm A Em
When the pen is always destroyed by the sword
[Solo]
D D A D
D Bm A D
[Outro]
D F#m
Dance, dance away
G
Close my eyes
A
See you waltzing.
D F#m
And I, I must go
G
Find a peace
A G
In the darkness
D F#m
Dance, dance away
G
Close my eyes
A
See you waltzing.
D F#m
And I, I must go
G
Find a peace
A G
In the darkness
[Outro]
D D/F# A D
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