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!
Bm A Bm A
Bm A
Our history speaks in thunder from a thousand village halls
Bm A
In blood and sweat and sacrifice, in honouring every call
Bm A
So the forces gathered against the thorn a-piercing in their side
Bm A
A brave new world is beckoning so the older world must die.
Bm A Bm A
Bm A
In the offices of the city, at all the tables of oak and power
Bm A
The snares are laid and baited for the approaching of the hour
Bm A
A hundred justifications and the presses are ready to roll
Bm A
The gateways to the nation they are firmly under control
Chorus
Bm A
On, on, on, cried the leaders at the back
Bm
We went galloping down the blackened hills
A
And into the gaping trap
Em D
The bridges are burnt behind us and there's waiting guns ahead
F# G Bm D G Bm D G
Into the valley of death rode the brave hundreds
Bm A
We called for some assistance from the friends that we had known
Bm A
But this is the 1980s and we were on our own
Bm A
We never felt like heroes or martyrs to a cause
Bm A
Just battle-weary soldiers in a bloody civil war
Chorus
C#m
The massacre now is over and the order new enshrined
A
While a quarter of the nation are abandoned far behind
C#m
The leaders offer the cliche words, so righteous in defeat
A
But no one needs morality when there isn't enough to eat
Ebm
The unity bond is broken and the loyalty songs are fake
I'll screw my only brother for even a glimpse at a piece of the cake
We only cry in private here behind the shuttered glass
D
When we think of the charge of this brigade, the severing of the past
Chorus
Bm A
Our history speaks in thunder from a thousand village halls
Bm A
In blood and sweat and sacrifice, in honouring every call
Bm A
So the forces gathered against the thorn a-piercing in their side
Bm A
A brave new world is beckoning so the older world must die.
Bm A Bm A
Bm A
In the offices of the city, at all the tables of oak and power
Bm A
The snares are laid and baited for the approaching of the hour
Bm A
A hundred justifications and the presses are ready to roll
Bm A
The gateways to the nation they are firmly under control
Chorus
Bm A
On, on, on, cried the leaders at the back
Bm
We went galloping down the blackened hills
A
And into the gaping trap
Em D
The bridges are burnt behind us and there's waiting guns ahead
F# G Bm D G Bm D G
Into the valley of death rode the brave hundreds
Bm A
We called for some assistance from the friends that we had known
Bm A
But this is the 1980s and we were on our own
Bm A
We never felt like heroes or martyrs to a cause
Bm A
Just battle-weary soldiers in a bloody civil war
Chorus
C#m
The massacre now is over and the order new enshrined
A
While a quarter of the nation are abandoned far behind
C#m
The leaders offer the cliche words, so righteous in defeat
A
But no one needs morality when there isn't enough to eat
Ebm
The unity bond is broken and the loyalty songs are fake
I'll screw my only brother for even a glimpse at a piece of the cake
We only cry in private here behind the shuttered glass
D
When we think of the charge of this brigade, the severing of the past
Chorus
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New Sweden
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