Biografía:
The Last Internationale es un power trio con base en New York City que esta conquistando notoriedad internacional gracias a sus explosivos e impredecibles directos. Distorsionando continuamente las líneas entre el Folk, el Blues, el rock n roll y el punk, su estilo ecléctico rompe todos los limites musicales y podría definirse así: Melodías obsesivas, botas que pisan fuerte, “backbeats” sin adornos, chirriantes solos de guitarra, gritos primordiales
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
The Last Internationale - Winter Soldier
http://thelastinternationale.com/
Tuning: Standard
Tabbed by: Tim Eggenberger
Hear song for tempo/rhythm
Though provoking tune about homelessness and class disparity.
Sneek this one in around the Campfire.
D: xx0232
Bm: x24432
A: x02220
G: 320003
INTRO(moderate tempo strumming:
Guitar#1:
D Bm D A D Bm D A
Guitar#2:
E ----2-2-3-2-------------------------------------2-----2---|
B ------------3-2-3-----3-----3--3p2p0----2---2-3---3-3---3-|
G --2----------------/4---4-2----------2----2---------------|
D ---------------------------------------2------------------|
A ----------------------------------------------------------|
E ----------------------------------------------------------|
E --0------0-------------------------------|
B --1--3-----3------3--3p2p0-------2-------|
G --2--4--------2-2----------2---------2---|
D --2--4-----------------------2-2---2---2-|
A -----------------------------------------|
E -----------------------------------------|
VERSE
[D]Homeless, cold and [Bm]pennyless
[D]Walking, looking for [Bm]work and
[D]Looking for Shelter,
It's not easy to [A]do
It's not easy to [D]do
It's not easy to [Bm]do [A]
CHORUS
[G]We built your [D]high walls
[G]with blood from our [D]veins
[G]and you locked [D]Out out to [G]die in your [A]game
VERSE
Dear mom, never meant to casue you pain
ever since the war, I've never been the same
Please forgive me.
What was I to do
What was I to do, ho
What was I to do
CHORUS:
We built your Emprie
With blood from our veins
and you smiled as always, as if your not to blame
CHORUS:
We kept on marching
with bones thru our skin
We killed our brothers and sister,and all we got were these pins.
We built your Emprie
With blood from our veins
and you smiled as always, as if your not to blame
We kept on marching
with bones thru our skin
We killed our brothers and sister,and all we got were these pins.
http://thelastinternationale.com/
Tuning: Standard
Tabbed by: Tim Eggenberger
Hear song for tempo/rhythm
Though provoking tune about homelessness and class disparity.
Sneek this one in around the Campfire.
D: xx0232
Bm: x24432
A: x02220
G: 320003
INTRO(moderate tempo strumming:
Guitar#1:
D Bm D A D Bm D A
Guitar#2:
E ----2-2-3-2-------------------------------------2-----2---|
B ------------3-2-3-----3-----3--3p2p0----2---2-3---3-3---3-|
G --2----------------/4---4-2----------2----2---------------|
D ---------------------------------------2------------------|
A ----------------------------------------------------------|
E ----------------------------------------------------------|
E --0------0-------------------------------|
B --1--3-----3------3--3p2p0-------2-------|
G --2--4--------2-2----------2---------2---|
D --2--4-----------------------2-2---2---2-|
A -----------------------------------------|
E -----------------------------------------|
VERSE
[D]Homeless, cold and [Bm]pennyless
[D]Walking, looking for [Bm]work and
[D]Looking for Shelter,
It's not easy to [A]do
It's not easy to [D]do
It's not easy to [Bm]do [A]
CHORUS
[G]We built your [D]high walls
[G]with blood from our [D]veins
[G]and you locked [D]Out out to [G]die in your [A]game
VERSE
Dear mom, never meant to casue you pain
ever since the war, I've never been the same
Please forgive me.
What was I to do
What was I to do, ho
What was I to do
CHORUS:
We built your Emprie
With blood from our veins
and you smiled as always, as if your not to blame
CHORUS:
We kept on marching
with bones thru our skin
We killed our brothers and sister,and all we got were these pins.
We built your Emprie
With blood from our veins
and you smiled as always, as if your not to blame
We kept on marching
with bones thru our skin
We killed our brothers and sister,and all we got were these pins.
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