Biografia:
New Model Army é uma banda cultuada na Inglaterra, e é considerado um dos melhores grupos que o pós-punk inglês já produziu. Combinando a força do punk rock com letras politizadas, a exemplo do que o U2 e o The Alarm faziam, e o folk rock de protesto de Billy Bragg, o New Model Army soava como poucas bandas surgidas na mesma época e no mesmo estilo. O som era aguerrido e preciso, mas aos poucos foi esmorecendo, sem perder a qualidade, dando lugar para violões
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Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
"225" by New Model Army (from the album "Thunder and Consolation")
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Transcribed by : Juergen Bohn ([email protected])
D
She stares at the screen
At the little words of green
Am G D
Tries to remember what to do next
D
There's a trace of frustration
That crosses her face
Am G D
Searching for the keys she should press
F
And I would help her
D
If I only know how
C F
But these things are a mystery to me too
D G
And it seems that the corporate
Am G
Eyes they are watching
D G
She fears for her job
Am G
And the moments are passing
D G
I stare at her nametag
Am G
And think to myself
D C
Both you and I, we never asked
D
For any of this
Chord pattern is the same for the rest of the song
So let's take a walk
Up past the chemical works
Where the sky turns green at night
And we'll talk about
Bout getting away from here
Some difference kind of life
But even in the freshest mountain air
While the jet fighters practice overhead
And they're drilling these hills
For uranium deposits
And they'll bury the waste
For our children to inherit
And though this is all done
For our own benefit, I swear
We never asked for any of this
Well this golden age of communication
Means everyone talks at the same time
And liberty just means
Some freedom to exploit
Any weakness that you can find
Well turn off the TV just for a while
Let us whisper to each other instead
And we'll hope that the corporate ears
Do not listen
Unless we find ourselves committing
Some kind of treason
And filed in the tapes
Without rhyme, without reason
While they tell us that it's all
For our own protection, I swear
We never asked for any of this...
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NOT MY TABS!
Please mail criticisms, corrections, (more) tabs or whatever to
[email protected]
Juergen Bohn
***************************************************************
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Transcribed by : Juergen Bohn ([email protected])
D
She stares at the screen
At the little words of green
Am G D
Tries to remember what to do next
D
There's a trace of frustration
That crosses her face
Am G D
Searching for the keys she should press
F
And I would help her
D
If I only know how
C F
But these things are a mystery to me too
D G
And it seems that the corporate
Am G
Eyes they are watching
D G
She fears for her job
Am G
And the moments are passing
D G
I stare at her nametag
Am G
And think to myself
D C
Both you and I, we never asked
D
For any of this
Chord pattern is the same for the rest of the song
So let's take a walk
Up past the chemical works
Where the sky turns green at night
And we'll talk about
Bout getting away from here
Some difference kind of life
But even in the freshest mountain air
While the jet fighters practice overhead
And they're drilling these hills
For uranium deposits
And they'll bury the waste
For our children to inherit
And though this is all done
For our own benefit, I swear
We never asked for any of this
Well this golden age of communication
Means everyone talks at the same time
And liberty just means
Some freedom to exploit
Any weakness that you can find
Well turn off the TV just for a while
Let us whisper to each other instead
And we'll hope that the corporate ears
Do not listen
Unless we find ourselves committing
Some kind of treason
And filed in the tapes
Without rhyme, without reason
While they tell us that it's all
For our own protection, I swear
We never asked for any of this...
***************************************************************
NOT MY TABS!
Please mail criticisms, corrections, (more) tabs or whatever to
[email protected]
Juergen Bohn
***************************************************************
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