Biography:
Blackbird Raum formed out of the nucleus of a squatter community living in abandoned buildings and greenbelt treehouses in Santa Cruz, CA, in 2004. Finding themselves living without electricity, they began to learn to play folk instruments from each other and other members of the train hopping, squat culture. The band had played in anarcho-punk, indie, metal, and ska bands and then, learning traditional music from jams, contradances and festivals, made based somewhere right in the middle of punk, metal and folk.
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The Helm of Ned Kelly Chords
Blackbird Raum
(This is from having listened to the song a few times and just trying to play
along, sorry about any mistakes! Listen to the song for timing and have fun :D )
G C Bb
Like a fist clutching bread just to hoard
Eb G C G
And to withhold like the grain that they locked in the silos
We’ll be eating soup of stone ‘til what we grow is what we own
We won’t take from the land what’s freely given
Throw out the deeds to the land
Throw the debts into the furnace
Debts to god, to the banks, and to the landlord
Don your armor don your helm
That was forged from an old plow’s blade
Train your horses round and aim your guns at Sydney
G C Bb D
I was born from the seed that was swallowed by a mad woman
G C G
From the lips and the tongue of Ceridwen
I had took just a taste that had splashed up from the black kettle
In the waves neither drowned nor aged a day
Down there lying in the brush
Was one bloody tethered horse
One detective in the service of the crown
Even though we’re just one pistol
Against an army of policemen
I insist that we are many and they are few
Throw out the deeds to the land
Throw the debts into the furnace
Debts to god, to the banks, and to the landlord
Don your armor don your helm
That was forged from an old plow’s blade
Train your horses round and aim your guns at Sydney
G C Bb D
I was born from the seed that was swallowed by a mad woman
G C G
From the lips and the tongue of Ceridwen
I had took just a taste that had splashed up from the black kettle
In the waves neither drowned nor aged a day
It was on Van Dieman’s land
Where your father came in transport
Chained like cattle to the deck of a ship
Held hostage in a word stolen from the shores of Erin
South Australia born in bondage to the queen’s men
G C Bb D
I was born from the seed that was swallowed by a mad woman
G C G
From the lips and the tongue of Ceridwen
I had took just a taste that had splashed up from the black kettle
In the waves neither drowned nor aged a day
(Outro): A, D, C, F5 (8th fret), A, D, A ( might be easier to play these chords as
barred power chords.)
Blackbird Raum
(This is from having listened to the song a few times and just trying to play
along, sorry about any mistakes! Listen to the song for timing and have fun :D )
G C Bb
Like a fist clutching bread just to hoard
Eb G C G
And to withhold like the grain that they locked in the silos
We’ll be eating soup of stone ‘til what we grow is what we own
We won’t take from the land what’s freely given
Throw out the deeds to the land
Throw the debts into the furnace
Debts to god, to the banks, and to the landlord
Don your armor don your helm
That was forged from an old plow’s blade
Train your horses round and aim your guns at Sydney
G C Bb D
I was born from the seed that was swallowed by a mad woman
G C G
From the lips and the tongue of Ceridwen
I had took just a taste that had splashed up from the black kettle
In the waves neither drowned nor aged a day
Down there lying in the brush
Was one bloody tethered horse
One detective in the service of the crown
Even though we’re just one pistol
Against an army of policemen
I insist that we are many and they are few
Throw out the deeds to the land
Throw the debts into the furnace
Debts to god, to the banks, and to the landlord
Don your armor don your helm
That was forged from an old plow’s blade
Train your horses round and aim your guns at Sydney
G C Bb D
I was born from the seed that was swallowed by a mad woman
G C G
From the lips and the tongue of Ceridwen
I had took just a taste that had splashed up from the black kettle
In the waves neither drowned nor aged a day
It was on Van Dieman’s land
Where your father came in transport
Chained like cattle to the deck of a ship
Held hostage in a word stolen from the shores of Erin
South Australia born in bondage to the queen’s men
G C Bb D
I was born from the seed that was swallowed by a mad woman
G C G
From the lips and the tongue of Ceridwen
I had took just a taste that had splashed up from the black kettle
In the waves neither drowned nor aged a day
(Outro): A, D, C, F5 (8th fret), A, D, A ( might be easier to play these chords as
barred power chords.)
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