Biografia:
John Coolidge Adams (n. Worcester, 1947) é um compositor americano.
Adams foi director do Conservatório de São Francisco.
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By The Fire
6/8 feel
Strum G chord to start
[Verse 1]
G D
An old man and a young boy sat among the trees
Am C
Listening to the wind that brought them to their knees
G D
Tell you a story of war and of peace
Am C
How young men like you died for our beliefs
G D
Shipped off for battle to kill and make claim
Am C
Of far off lands and places burned away
G D
Guns by their side and masks on their face
Am C
Trying to survive and get home in one piece
[Chorus]
G D
So tell them my story before I expire
Am C
Tell them of men who died by the fire
G D
Show them the pictures of triumph and pain
Am C Em
Don’t let them forget the sacrifices we made
[Verse 2]
G D
Know whats been done to let you be free
Am C
Blood sweat and tears was all I could see
G D
Faced off with evil and turned it away
Am C
Only to have it resurface next day
G D
Internal struggle both close and afar
Am C
Brother against brother sent out from their farms
G D
United we stand divided we fall
Am C
Can’t let petty troubles build up a wall
[Chorus]
G D
So tell them my story before I expire
Am C
Tell them of men who died by the fire
G D
Show them the pictures of triumph and pain
Am C Em
Don’t let them forget the sacrifices we made
[Solo]
G D Am C G D Am C G D Am C
G D Am C Em
[Verse 3]
G D
The young boy asked what will be next
Am C
The old man replied I don’t know quite yet
G D
Remember the ones who aren’t with us today
Am C
Died by my side never returned that day
G D
Go if your called and fight for the cause
Am C
Freedom is something for you and for all
G D
Terror from the East is now at our door
Am C
Can’t sit around and watch anymore
[Chorus]
G D
So tell them my story before I expire
Am C
Tell them of men who died by the fire
G D
Show them the pictures of triumph and pain
Am C
Don’t let them forget the sacrifices we made
Tag last line strum G chord whistle line
6/8 feel
Strum G chord to start
[Verse 1]
G D
An old man and a young boy sat among the trees
Am C
Listening to the wind that brought them to their knees
G D
Tell you a story of war and of peace
Am C
How young men like you died for our beliefs
G D
Shipped off for battle to kill and make claim
Am C
Of far off lands and places burned away
G D
Guns by their side and masks on their face
Am C
Trying to survive and get home in one piece
[Chorus]
G D
So tell them my story before I expire
Am C
Tell them of men who died by the fire
G D
Show them the pictures of triumph and pain
Am C Em
Don’t let them forget the sacrifices we made
[Verse 2]
G D
Know whats been done to let you be free
Am C
Blood sweat and tears was all I could see
G D
Faced off with evil and turned it away
Am C
Only to have it resurface next day
G D
Internal struggle both close and afar
Am C
Brother against brother sent out from their farms
G D
United we stand divided we fall
Am C
Can’t let petty troubles build up a wall
[Chorus]
G D
So tell them my story before I expire
Am C
Tell them of men who died by the fire
G D
Show them the pictures of triumph and pain
Am C Em
Don’t let them forget the sacrifices we made
[Solo]
G D Am C G D Am C G D Am C
G D Am C Em
[Verse 3]
G D
The young boy asked what will be next
Am C
The old man replied I don’t know quite yet
G D
Remember the ones who aren’t with us today
Am C
Died by my side never returned that day
G D
Go if your called and fight for the cause
Am C
Freedom is something for you and for all
G D
Terror from the East is now at our door
Am C
Can’t sit around and watch anymore
[Chorus]
G D
So tell them my story before I expire
Am C
Tell them of men who died by the fire
G D
Show them the pictures of triumph and pain
Am C
Don’t let them forget the sacrifices we made
Tag last line strum G chord whistle line
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