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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!
[Intro]
D D/F# A D
[Verse 1]
D D/F#
That sound, A beating of drums.
A D
Something has happened, Somethings begun.
D D/F#
A tremble in the soil underneath.
A D
People are quaking, people are meek
[Chorus 1]
G Bm A
I’d write a letter but no one would read it.
G D/F# A
They’ve seen my face on the 9 o clock news.
Em F#m G
I’m just an image they don’t want to live with.
Bm A Em
And the story I’m telling just gives them the blues
[Verse 2]
D D/F#
No sound, my children don’t speak,
A D
My children are hungry, my children are weak
D D/F#
They’ll die, a footnote on page 12
A D
Of an old daily rag, goes unsold on a shelf.
[Chorus 2]
G Bm A
Someone would come but we’ve nothing to give them.
G D/F# A
No hope of a hero without a reward.
Em F#m G
Conscience is just a word without meaning
Bm A Em
When the pen is always destroyed by the sword
[Solo]
D D A D
D Bm A D
[Outro]
D F#m
Dance, dance away
G
Close my eyes
A
See you waltzing.
D F#m
And I, I must go
G
Find a peace
A G
In the darkness
D F#m
Dance, dance away
G
Close my eyes
A
See you waltzing.
D F#m
And I, I must go
G
Find a peace
A G
In the darkness
[Outro]
D D/F# A D
D D/F# A D
[Verse 1]
D D/F#
That sound, A beating of drums.
A D
Something has happened, Somethings begun.
D D/F#
A tremble in the soil underneath.
A D
People are quaking, people are meek
[Chorus 1]
G Bm A
I’d write a letter but no one would read it.
G D/F# A
They’ve seen my face on the 9 o clock news.
Em F#m G
I’m just an image they don’t want to live with.
Bm A Em
And the story I’m telling just gives them the blues
[Verse 2]
D D/F#
No sound, my children don’t speak,
A D
My children are hungry, my children are weak
D D/F#
They’ll die, a footnote on page 12
A D
Of an old daily rag, goes unsold on a shelf.
[Chorus 2]
G Bm A
Someone would come but we’ve nothing to give them.
G D/F# A
No hope of a hero without a reward.
Em F#m G
Conscience is just a word without meaning
Bm A Em
When the pen is always destroyed by the sword
[Solo]
D D A D
D Bm A D
[Outro]
D F#m
Dance, dance away
G
Close my eyes
A
See you waltzing.
D F#m
And I, I must go
G
Find a peace
A G
In the darkness
D F#m
Dance, dance away
G
Close my eyes
A
See you waltzing.
D F#m
And I, I must go
G
Find a peace
A G
In the darkness
[Outro]
D D/F# A D
Black Car Race
Black Coast
Black Country Co (...)
Black Daniel
Black Death Alls (...)
Black Hanifa
Black Hearts
Black Hole Sun
Black Honey
Black Infinity