Biografía:
New Model Army tomaron el nombre prestado del Ejercito Revolucionario Ingles de Oliver Cromwell (1645)y desde 1980 han evolucionado y han tocado multitud de estilos, desde el post punk al indie rock o desde el gotic rock al Folk, un grupo nacido para crear música con mayúsculas y llenarla de mensajes tan humanitarios como poéticos.No hacen canciones, sino himnos, a base de post-punk, gothic-rock y folk-rock. Una mezcla explosiva que deriva en “The Hunt”
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Otras canciones:
- 225
- 51St State
- Aimless Desire
- All Consuming Fire
- All Of This
- Bad Old World
- Better Than Them
- Bloodsports
- Bury The Hatchet
- Christian Militia
- Die Trying
- Drag It Down
- Drummy B
- Eleven Years
- Family Life
- Fate
- Ghost Of Your Father
- Green And Grey
- High
- Lovesongs
- Lullaby
- Lust For Power
- Marrakech
- Marrakesh
- No Pain
- No Rest
- Nothing Touches
- Notice Me
- One Of The Chosen
- Purity
- See You In Hell
- Stupid Questions
- The Charge
- The Hunt
- These Words
- Trees In Winter
- Vagabonds
- Vengeance
- White Coats
- Winter
- Wired
- Young Gifted And Skint
¡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!
E5 F#5 G5 A5 x4
Verse 1:
E5 F#5 G5 A5 E5 F#5 G5
There are boxes packed with bullets, there are crates all stacked with boxes
A5 E5 F#5 G5 A5 E5 F#5 G
There are uniforms and hardware, there are meals all wrapped in plastic
A5 E5 F#5 G A5 E5 F#5 G5
Through the night the ships are loading, every night these ships are loading
A5 G A G
Beneath the glare of the burning floodlights and the dancing of the swarmed
A
mosquitoes
Chorus:
Bm A G F#
And into the fire and the blood red sun the old and rich still send the young men
Bm A G F#
Into a world of twisted steel and the acrid smell of metal burning
Bm A G F#
And on the streets of hometown now, we watch each other as if we're strangers
Bm D A
But say it loud, scream it loud: I am not at war
Verse 2: (chords as verse 1)
He says: this body I have been given shall be returned unto its maker
Beneath my clothes these secrets hidden, the sacrifice that I have to offer
By the checkpoint there are soldiers and the cypress branches waving
And the light is hard as glass and the sky is blue and cool and waiting
E5 F#5 G5 A5 x2
Chorus:
F Am F Am
These stupid empty words could all be written on the cold pale skin
F Dm Bb
Of the dead laid out in shallow graves along the road of bombed out palm trees
E5 F#5 G5 A5 x4
Verse 3: (chords as verse 1)
And in the corners of the bars and cafes, in every town, in every nation
There are these blood-sports on the TVs and the loaded toneless voices
There are cameras by the gravesides and in the executioners' chambers
There are cameras high above us to guide the missiles down from the heavens
Chorus:
Bbm
I am not at war,
Chorus:
G/B G/D A/E
I am not at war
Verse 1:
E5 F#5 G5 A5 E5 F#5 G5
There are boxes packed with bullets, there are crates all stacked with boxes
A5 E5 F#5 G5 A5 E5 F#5 G
There are uniforms and hardware, there are meals all wrapped in plastic
A5 E5 F#5 G A5 E5 F#5 G5
Through the night the ships are loading, every night these ships are loading
A5 G A G
Beneath the glare of the burning floodlights and the dancing of the swarmed
A
mosquitoes
Chorus:
Bm A G F#
And into the fire and the blood red sun the old and rich still send the young men
Bm A G F#
Into a world of twisted steel and the acrid smell of metal burning
Bm A G F#
And on the streets of hometown now, we watch each other as if we're strangers
Bm D A
But say it loud, scream it loud: I am not at war
Verse 2: (chords as verse 1)
He says: this body I have been given shall be returned unto its maker
Beneath my clothes these secrets hidden, the sacrifice that I have to offer
By the checkpoint there are soldiers and the cypress branches waving
And the light is hard as glass and the sky is blue and cool and waiting
E5 F#5 G5 A5 x2
Chorus:
F Am F Am
These stupid empty words could all be written on the cold pale skin
F Dm Bb
Of the dead laid out in shallow graves along the road of bombed out palm trees
E5 F#5 G5 A5 x4
Verse 3: (chords as verse 1)
And in the corners of the bars and cafes, in every town, in every nation
There are these blood-sports on the TVs and the loaded toneless voices
There are cameras by the gravesides and in the executioners' chambers
There are cameras high above us to guide the missiles down from the heavens
Chorus:
Bbm
I am not at war,
Chorus:
G/B G/D A/E
I am not at war
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