JANIE JONES E HE'S IN LOVE WITH ROCK’N’ROLL WOAAHH E HE'S IN LOVE WITH GETTIN' STONED WOAAHH E HE'S IN LOVE WITH JANIE JONES E BUT HE DON'T LIKE HIS BORING JOB, NO...
B AN' HE KNOWS WHAT HE’S GOT TO DO E SO HE KNOWS HE’S GONNA HAVE FUN WITH YOU YOU LUCKY LADY! A AN' HE KNOWS WHEN THE EVENING COMES WHEN HIS JOB IS DONE B HE’LL BE OVER IN HIS CAR FOR YOU
E HE'S IN LOVE WITH ROCK’N’ROLL WOAAHH E HE'S IN LOVE WITH GETTIN' STONED WOAAHH E HE'S IN LOVE WITH JANIE JONES E BUT HE DON'T LIKE HIS BORING JOB, NO... AN' IN THE IN-TRAY LOTS OF WORK BUT THE BOSS AT THE FIRM ALWAYS THINKS HE SHIRKS BUT HE’S JUST LIKE EVERYONE, HE'S GOT A FORD CORTINA THAT JUST WON’T RUN WITHOUT FUEL FILL HER UP, JACKO! E HE'S IN LOVE WITH ROCK’N’ROLL WOAAHH E HE'S IN LOVE WITH GETTIN' STONED WOAAHH E HE'S IN LOVE WITH JANIE JONES E BUT HE DON’T LIKE HIS BORING JOB, NO...
AN’ THE INVOICE IT DON’T QUITE FIT, THERE’S NO PAYOLA IN HIS ALPHABETICAL FILE THIS TIME HE’S GONNA REALLY TELL THE BOSS GONNA REALLY LET HIM KNOW EXACTLY HOW HE FEELS IT'S PRETTY BAD! E HE'S IN LOVE WITH ROCK’N’ROLL WOAAHH E HE'S IN LOVE WITH GETTIN' STONED WOAAHH E HE'S IN LOVE WITH JANIE JONES E BUT HE DON'T LIKE HIS BORING JOB, NO... C#
E C# WOAH WOAH A B LET THEM KNOW - LET THEM KNOW WOAH… END ON E
REMOTE CONTROL
Intro C C G G G F F C CC CCGGGFF C B F Who needs remote control? G From the Civic Hall F Push a button E Activate A D You gotta work an' you're late C B F It's so grey in London town G With a panda car crawling around F Here it comes E Eleven o'clock A D Where can we go now? F Can't F Can't F Can't F Can't
G make a noise G get no gear G make no money G A D get outta here
Big business it don't like you It don't like the things you do You got no money So you got no power They think you're useless An' so you are - puuuuuuunnnnnk! They had a meeting in Mayfair They got you down an' They wanna keep you there It makes them worried Their bank accounts That's all that matters
And you don't count Can't Can't Can't Don't
make no progress get ahead stop the regress wanna be dead
Look out' those rules and regulations Who needs the Parliament? Sitting making laws all day They're all fat and old Queuing for the House of Lords CG F Repression CG F Repression CG F Repression CG F Repression C C C C
C C C C
G G G G
G G G G
G G G G
F F F F
- gonna start on Tuesday - gonna be a Dalek - I am a robot - I obey F F F F
C CC C CC C CC C
I’M SO BORED WITH THE USA
Intro B B B B
B B B B
E E E E
E E E E
E E E E
E Yankee soldier He wanna shoot some skag A He meet it in Cambodia E But now he can't afford a bag E Yankee dollar talk To the dictators of the world A In fact it's giving orders E An' they can't afford to miss a word C A I'm so bored with the U...S...A... C A I'm so bored with the U...S...A... E But what can I do?
Yankee detectives Are always on the TV 'Cos killers in America Work seven days a week Never mind the stars and stripes Let's print the Watergate Tapes I'll salute the new wave And I hope nobody escapes C A I'm so bored with the U...S...A... C A I'm so bored with the U...S...A... E But what can I do?
EEBBB EEBBB C A I'm so bored with the U...S...A... C A I'm so bored with the U...S...A... E But what can I do?
E E E G# G# G# X6 (Keep doing this the lyrics.) Move up Starsky For the C.I.A. Suck on Kojak For the USA End on E
WHITE RIOT
Intro A A A D E E E E
D D D A
Chorus: A D A D White riot - I wanna riot A D D A White riot - A riot of my own A D A D White riot - I wanna riot A D D A White riot - A riot of my own Verse 1: Black people gotta lotta problems But they don't mind throwing a brick White people go to school Where they teach you how to be thick Pre-Chorus: C A An' everybody's doing just what they're told to C E An' nobody wants to go to jail! Chorus x1 Verse 2: All the power's in the hands Of people rich enough to buy it (Verse Lead) While we walk the street Too chicken to even try it
Pre-Chorus Solo: Do this while Mick is soloing. E E E A A A D
D D D A
Chorus x1
E Are you taking over? E Or are you taking orders? E Are you going backwards? E Or are you going forward? Chorus x1
HATE AND WAR
Intro CGCF C G C F HATE AND WAR – THE ONLY THINGS WE GOT TODAY G F C AN' IF I CLOSE MY EYES G F C THEY WILL ' NOT GO AWAY G F C YOU HAVE TO DEAL WITH IT G F C IT IS THE CURRENCY CCCC HATE... HATE... HATE... G F C THE HATE OF A NATION G F C A MILLION MILES FROM HOME G F C AN’ GET WAR FROM THE JUNKIES G F C WHO DON'T LIKE MY FORM F I’ll GONNA STAY IN THE CITY C G EVEN WHEN THE HOUSE FALL DOWN F I DON'T DREAM OF A HOLIDAY G WHEN HATE AN’ WAR COME AROUND C G C F HATE AND WAR – THE ONLY THINGS WE GOT TODAY I HAVE THE WILL TO SURVIVE I CHEAT IF I CAN’T WIN IF SOMEONE LOCKS ME OUT I KICK MY WAY BACK IN AN' IF I GET AGGRESSION I GIVE IT TO THEM TWO TIME BACK EVERY DAY IT'S JUST THE SAME
WITH HATE AN’ WAR ON MY BACK C HATE C HATE C HATE C HATE
G AND WAR – I HATE ENGLISHMEN F AND WAR – THEY’RE JUST AS BAD AS WOPS G AND WAR – I HATE ALL THE POLITENESS F AND WAR – I HATE ALL THE COPS
C G I WANNA WALK DOWN ANY STREET C F LOOKING LIKE A CREEP C G I DON'T CARE IF I GET BEAT UP C F G C BY ANY KEBAB GREEK C
WHAT’S MY NAME?
INTRO BBBB B WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME? F D I'M NOT WHO I WANT TO BE B I TRIED SPOT CREAM AN’ I TRIED IT ALL F# D I'M CRAWLING UP THE WALL!
E F# G A E F# A E F# G A B WHAT'S MY NAAAAME.... NAAAAME....NAAAAME.... B I TRIED TO JOIN A PING-PONG CLUB F D SIGN ON THE DOOR SAID ALL FULL UP! B I GOT NICKED, FIGHTING IN THE ROAD F D AN' THE JUDGE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW E F# G A E F# A E F# G A B WHAT'S MY NAAAAME.... NAAAAME....NAAAAME....
D DAD GOT PISSED SO I GOT CLOCKED A COULDN’T HEAR THE TANNOY SO HE LOST THE LOT D OFFERS MUM A BRIBE THROUGH THE LETTER BOX E DRIVES YOU FUCKING MAD
NOW I'M ROUND THE BACK OF YOUR HOUSE AT NIGHT PEEPING IN THE WINDOW – ARE YOU SLEEPING TIGHT? I LAUGH AT YOUR LOCKS WITH MY CELLOID STRIP AN' YOU WON’T KNOW WHO CAME
E F# G A E F# A E F# G A B WHAT'S MY NAAAAME.... NAAAAME....NAAAAME.... E F# G A E F# A E F# G A C B WHAT'S MY NAAAAME.... NAAAAME....NAAAAME.... End on E
DENY INTRO D (Start off with quiet Palm Mute, getting louder, then take off Mute. Listen to the to see how it goes.) D C DENY B YOU’RE SUCH A LIAR A E D YOU WON'T KNOW THE TRUTH IF IT HITS YOU IN THE EYE D C DENY B YOU'RE SUCH A LIAR A E D YOU'RE SELLING YOUR NO-NO ALL THE TIME Bm G AN’ YOU SAID WE WERE GOING OUT Bm G TO THE 100 CLUB Bm G THEN YOU SAID “IT AIN'T MY SCENE” A BUT THEN YOU TURNED UP ALONE THEN YOU TURNED UP ALONE D C DENY B YOU’RE SUCH A LIAR A E D YOU WON'T KNOW THE TRUTH IF IT HITS YOU IN THE STREET D C DENY B YOU'RE SUCH A LIAR A E D YOU'RE SELLING YOUR NO-NO ALL THE TIME
THEN YOU SAID YOU'D GIVEN IT UP GONE AN' KICKED IT IN THE HEAD YOU SAID YOU AIN’T HAD NONE FOR WEEKS BUT BABY I SEEN YOUR ARMS BABY I SEEN YOUR ARMS D
C
DENY B YOU’RE SUCH A LIAR A E D YOU WON'T KNOW THE TRUTH IF IT HITS YOU IN THE EYE D C DENY B YOU'RE SUCH A LIAR A E D YOU'RE SELLING YOUR NO-NO ALL THE TIME
DO YOU THINK I’M A RAVING IDIOT? JUST GOT OFF THE BOAT STEP IN LINE, SIGN THIS FORM - YOU AIN'T GOT A HOPE BABY AIN'T GOT A HOPE - YOU AIN'T GOT A HOPE D C WHAT A LIAR - DENY B WHAT A LIAR YOU'RE SUCH A LIAR (This keeps going with different words until the finish. Just play along with the song.)
LONDONS BURNING
INTRO GGGGG LONDON’S BURNING! G G G G
G G G G
B B B B
B B B B
C C C C
C C C C
D D D D
GG G G G LONDONS BURNING!
D D D D
G F ALL ACROSS THE TOWN, ALL ACROSS THE NIGHT G F EVERYBODY'S DRIVING WITH FULL HEADLIGHTS G F BLACK OR WHITE TURN IT ON, FACE THE NEW RELIGION G EVERYBODY’S SITTING ’ROUND WATCHING TELEVISION! G B C D LONDON'S BURNING WITH BOREDOM NOW G B C D LONDON'S BURNING DIAL 99999 I’M UP AND DOWN THE WESTWAY, IN AN’ OUT THE LIGHTS WHAT A GREAT TRAFFIC SYSTEM - IT'S SO BRIGHT I CAN'T THINK OF A BETTER WAY TO SPEND THE NIGHT THEN SPEEDING AROUND UNDERNEATH THE YELLOW LIGHTS LONDON'S BURNING WITH BOREDOM NOW LONDON’S BURNING DIAL 99999 NOW I’M IN THE SUBWAY AND I’M LOOKING FOR THE FLAT THIS ONE LEADS TO THIS BLOCK, THIS ONE LEADS TO THAT THE WIND HOWLS THROUGH THE EMPTY BLOCKS LOOKING FOR A HOME I RUN THROUGH THE EMPTY STONE BECAUSE I'M ALL ALONE LONDON’S BURNING WITH BOREDOM NOW... LONDON'S BURNING DIAL 99999
CAREER OPPORTUNITIES
INTRO A A A A A X4 A D E A THEY OFFERED ME THE OFFICE, OFFERED ME THE SHOP A D E A THEY SAID I'D BETTER TAKE ANYTHING THEY’D GOT D DO YOU WANNA MAKE TEA AT THE BBC? E DO YOU WANNA BE, DO YOU REALLY WANNA BE A COP? A E F# D CAREER OPPORTUNITIES ARE THE ONES THAT NEVER KNOCK A E F#m D EVERY JOB THEY OFFER YOU IS TO KEEP YOU OUT THE DOCK A E F#m D A E AE CAREER OPPORTUNITIES, THE ONES THAT NEVER KNOCK I HATE THE ARMY AN' I HATE THE RAF I DON'T WANNA GO FIGHTING IN THE TROPICAL HEAT" I HATE THE CIVIL SERVICE RULES AND I WON’T OPEN LETTER BOMBS FOR YOU AGA C AGA C A G A CDE BUS DRIVER....AMBULANCE MAN....TICKET INSPECTOR THEY’RE GONNA HAVE TO INTRODUCE CONSCRIPTION; THEY’RE GONNA HAVE TO TAKE AWAY MY PRESCRIPTION IF THEY WANNA GET SEE MAKING TOYS IF THEY WANNA GET ME, WELL, I GOT NO CHOICE A C# D CAREERS A C# D CAREERS A C#m D E A CAREERS AIN’T NEVER GONNA KNOCK
CHEAT
A D I GET VIOLENT WHEN I’M FUCKED UP A D I GET SILENT WHEN I'M DRUGGED UP A D E WANT EXCITEMENT, DON'T GET NONE, I GO WILD A D I DON'T KNOW WHAT CAN BE DONE ABOUT IT A D IF YOU PLAY THE GAME YOU GET NOTHING OUT OF IT A D E FIND OUT FOR YOURSELF TRY BEIN' A GOODY GOODY C YOU BETTER CHEAT CHEAT F NO REASON TO PLAY FAIR G Am CHEAT CHEAT OR DON'T GET ANYWHERE C D E D C# E AE AE CHEAT CHEAT IF YOU CAN'T WIN (Play only 1st time) NOBODY KNOWS WHAT THEY ARE DOING IT’S BEYOND YOUR CONTROL, AN' FRIDAY NIGHT'S A RUIN IF YOU WANNA SURVIVE YOU BETTER LEARN HOW TO LIE B A E DON'T USE THE RULES B A E THEY’RE NOT FOR YOU, THEY’RE FOR THE FOOLS B A E AND YOU’RE A FOOL IF YOU DON’T KNOW THAT B A E SO USE THE RULE YOU STUPID FOOL OUTRO A E BAE B A E B AE
PROTEX BLUE INTRO DDDD D STANDING IN THE BOG OF A WEST END BAR D GUY ON THE RIGHT LEANING OVER TOO FAR D MONEY IN MY POCKET GONNA PUT IT IN THE SLOT D OPEN UP THE PACK SEE WHAT TYPE I GOT C G I DIDN’T WANT TO HOLD YOU C G I DIDN'T WANT TO USE YOU Em F PROTEX, PROTEX BLUE Em FGC ALL I WANNA DO IT’S A FAB PROTECTIVE FOR THAT TYPE OF A GIRL BUT EVERYBODY KNOWS THAT SHE USES IT WELL IT’S THE THERAPEUTIC STRUCTURE I CAN USE AT WILL BUT I DON'T THINK IT FITS MY B.D. DRILL SITTING IN A CARRIAGE OF A BAKERLOO EROTICA MY POCKET GOT A PACKET FOR YOU ADVERT ON THE ESCALATOR ON MY WAY HOME I DON'T NEED NO SKIN FLICKS, I WANNA BE ALONE C G I DIDN'T WANT TO HOLD YOU C G I DIDN’T WANT TO USE YOU Em F PROTEX, PROTEX BLUE Em F GC ALL I WANNA DO CGFGFGC DO OOH OOH JOHNNY, JOHNNY
POLICE AND THIEVES
Intro (In power chords) GGGGAAAA VERSE (In normal chords, not Barre chords.) G Am Police and thieves in the streets Oh yeah! G Am Scaring the nation with their guns and ammunition G Am Police and thieves in the street Oh yeah! G Am Fighting the nation with their guns and ammunition G Am From Genesis to Revelation G Am The next generation will be hear me G Am From Genesis to Revelation G Am The next generation will be hear me CHORUS (In Barre Chords) B A B And all the crowd come in day by day A No one stop it in anyway B A And all the peacemaker turn war officer C D Hear what I say
Solo (I just had to put this in!) E--7---7----5---3---0---3----5----0-----------| B--------------------------------------5------| G---------------------------------------------| D---------------------------------------------| A---------------------------------------------| E---------------------------------------------|
E--7---7---5----3---0--------------------------| B----------------------3--5-----3-5-3-5-3-5--3-| G----------------------------------------------| D----------------------------------------------| A----------------------------------------------| E----------------------------------------------|
E--7--7----5----3-----8--8---7----5--3--------| B---------------------------------------------| G---------------------------------------------| D---------------------------------------------| A---------------------------------------------| E---------------------------------------------| E----5---7-----7----5-------------------------| B--------------------------8--10--12---15--12-| G---------------------------------------------| D---------------------------------------------| A---------------------------------------------| E---------------------------------------------| And that’s basically all you need. It’s all the same bits but with different words sometimes.
48 HOURS
E F#m FRIDAY OR SATURDAY, WHAT DOES THAT MEAN E F#m SHORT SPACE OF TIME NEEDS A HEAVY SCENE C D MONDAY IS COMING LIKE A JAIL ON WHEELS G D 48 HOURS NEEDS 48 48 HOURS NEEDS 48 48 HOURS NEEDS 48 E THRILLS 48 THRILLS SO TELL ME AN’ I'LL TAKE THE TUBE YOU KNOW A GIRL, YEAH WELL SHE’S BOUND TO BE RUDE CAN’T GET NOTHING AT THE PLACES I'VE BEEN I’VE COMBED THIS TOWN FROM TOP TO BOTTOM I TRY TO GET AROUND BUT MY LEGS ARE BROKEN EVERY TIME I MISS IT 'COS I AIN'T GOT A TICKET G D E 48 HOURS NEEDS 48 THRILLS KICKING FOR KICKS
GARAGELAND
A D E A BACK IN THE GARAGE WITH MY BULLSHIT DETECTOR A D E A CARBON MONOXIDE MAKING SURE IT'S EFFECTIVE D C Bm A PEOPLE RINGING UP MAKING OFFERS FOR MY LIFE D C Bm A BUT I JUST WANNA STAY IN THE GARAGE ALL NIGHT A E D B WE'RE A GARAGE BAND AH.... A D Bm A Bm WE COME FROM GARAGELAND AH...
MEANWHILE THINGS ARE HOTTING UP IN THE WEST END ALRIGHT CONTRACTS IN THE OFFICES, GROUPS IN THE NIGHT MY BUMMIN’ SLUMMIN’ FRIENDS HAVE ALL GOT NEW BOOTS AN’ SOMEONE JUST ASKED ME IF THE GROUP WOULD WEAR SUITS WE’RE A GARAGE BAND AH… WE COME FROM GARAGELAND AH… I DON'T WANNA HEAR ABOUT WHAT THE RICH ARE DOING I DON'T WANNA GO TO WHERE THE RICH ARE GOING THEY THINK THEY’RE SO CLEVER THEY THINK THEY’RE SO RIGHT BUT THE TRUTH IS ONLY KNOWN BY GUTTERSNIPE A ABAB THERE’S TWENTY-TWO SINGERS! A ABAB BUT ONE MICROPHONE E D A ABAB BACK IN THE GARAGE A ABAB THERE'S FIVE GUITAR PLAYERS! A ABAB BUT ONE GUITAR E D A ABAB BACK IN THE GARAGE A ABAB COMPLAINTS! COMPLAINTS! A ABAB WOT AN OLD BAG E D
BACK IN THE GARAGE E D A BACK IN THE GARAGE ALL NIGHT
SAFE EUROPEAN HOME
E A B Well I just got back and I wish I never leave now (Where'd ya go?) E A B Who dat Martian arrival over at the airport, yeah? E A B How many local dollars for a local anesthetic? E A B The johnny on the corner was-a very sympathetic Chorus: F#m C# I went to the place where every white face A B is an invitation to robbery F#m C# A An' sitting here in my safe european home B E Don't wanna go back there again [with above verse progression] Wasn't I lucky and wouldn't it be loverly? Send us all cards, have a laying in on Sunday. I was there for two weeks, so how come I never tell now? That natty dread drink in the Sheraton Hotel, yeah. [Chorus again] 1st break: G#m A E F#m B A B A G#m A (B) E Oh-oh Oh-oh Oooh-Oh [verse progression again] They got the sun, they got the palm trees They got the weed, they got the taxis. Whoa, the harder they come, the home of ol' Blue Beat. I'd stay and be a tourist, but I can't take the gun play. [Chorus again] [close -- reggae-ish part] --0---0---0---0---0---0---0---0--| --3---3---0---0---0---0---2---2--| --1---1---4---4---2---2---2---2--| --2---2---2---2---2---2---2---2--| --2---2---X---X---0---0---0---0--| --0---0---4---4------------------| Oh! Eur- o - pe-an home. [repeat ad lib]
ENGLISH CIVIL WAR Intro:
x2
e---------------------------| B---------------------------| G---------------------------| D--2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2--| A--0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0--| E---------------------------| ************ Main Riff: e-----------------------| B-----------------------| G-------2-2-2--2---2-2--| D--2----2-4-2--2h4-2-4--| A--0h4------------------| E-----------------------| Verse 1: Main Riff G G When Johnny comes marching home again, Harah! Tralah! Main Riff Em Em He's coming by bus or underground, Harah! Tralah! C G F C A woman's eye will shed a tear to see his face so beaten in fear A G F E A An' it was just around the corner in the English Civil War Fill: e----------| B----------| G--4b5r-2--| D----------| A----------| E----------| Verse 2: A G G It was still at the stage of clubs and fists, Harah! Tralah! A Em Em When that well-known face got beaten to bits, Harah! Tralah! C G Your face was blue in the light of the screen F C As we watched the speech of an animal scream A G FE A The new party army was marching right over our heads Fill Alright!
Solo 1: e-----5-5----5-5----5-5----5----5------------------------------| B-----5-5----5-5----5-5----5----5---7b----------------5----5---| G--7b-----7b-----7b-----7b---7b---7-7b--5------5-7b8----b8---7-| D------------------------------------------5-7-----------------| A--------------------------------------------------------------| E--------------------------------------------------------------| e--5-5-----5----5----5-5----5-5----5-----------------------| B--5-5-----5----5----5-5----5-5----5-----------------------| G------7b----7b---7b-----7b-----7b---7b-7b-7b-7b-7b-7b-7b--| D----------------------------------------------------------| A----------------------------------------------------------| E----------------------------------------------------------| e----3-5-7--7-7/5-3-5--3--7--7/5-3-10--12-------------------------------| B--5--------------------------------------12--13--8--10--10-10-10-8-10--| G-----------------------------------------------------------------------| D-----------------------------------------------------------------------| A-----------------------------------------------------------------------| E-----------------------------------------------------------------------| This solo is by no means exact, but it shows the general idea (it was hard to do cuz is so much improv) Bridge Lead 1: e---5--5------5--5------x-x-x-3~-------3--| B---5--5------5--5------x-x-x-3~-------3--| G--------5/6-------5/6--------0~---3/4----| D-----------------------------------------| A-----------------------------------------| E-----------------------------------------| Lead 2: e--5--5------5--5--------------------------| B--5--5------5--5--------------------------| G-------5/6-------5/6----------------------| D----------------------2-2-2-2~--2-2-2-2~--| A----------------------2-2-2-2~--2-2-2-2~--| E----------------------0-0-0-0~--0-0-0-0~--| *** *** Lead 1 x1 There you are, ha ha, I told you so, Harah! Tralah! Lead 2 x1 Says everybody that we know, Harah! Tralah! C G But who hid a radio under the stairs, F C An' who got caught out on their unawares?
A G FE A When that new party army came marching right up the stairs Verse 3: A G G When Johnny comes marching home again, Harah! Tralah! A Em Em Nobody understands it can happen again, Harah! Tralah! C G The sun is shining an' the kids are shouting loud, F C But you gotta know it's shining through a crack in the cloud, A G F E A And the shadows keep falling when Johnny comes marching home...
TOMMY GUN E (Drum roll) (four times) A C#m D A E TOMMY GUN – HE AIN'T HAPPY LESS HE GOT ONE A C#m D TOMMY GUN – HE AIN’T GONNA SHOOT THE PLACE UP A JUST FOR FUN D A MAYBE HE WANTS TO DIE – FOR THE MONEY D A MAYBE HE WANTS TO KILL – FOR HIS COUNTRY D A E WHATEVER HE WANTS, HE’S GONNA GET IT!
TOMMY GUN – YOU BETTER STRIP IT DOWN FOR A CUSTOM RUN TOMMY GUN – WAITING IN THE AIRPORT 'TILL KINGDOM COME AN’ WE CAN WATCH YOU MAKE IT ON THE NINE O’CLOCK NEWS STANDING THERE IN PALESTINE LIGHTING THE FUSE WHATEVER YOU WANT, YOU’RE GONNA GET IT TOMMY GUN – YOU’LL BE DEAD WHEN YOUR WAR IS WON TOMMY GUN – BUT DID YOU HAVE TO GUN DOWN EVERYONE? I CAN SEE IT’S KILL OR BE KILLED A NATION OF DESTINY HAS GOT TO BE FULFILLED WHATEVER YOU WANT, YOU'RE GONNA GET IT! TOMMY GUN – YOU CAN BE A HERO IN AN AGE OF NONE TOMMY GUN – I'M CUTTING OUT YOUR PICTURE FROM PAGE ONE I'M GONNA GET A JACKET JUST LIKE YOURS AN’ GIVE MY FALSE SUPPORT TO YOUR CAUSE WHATEVER YOU WANT, YOU’RE GONNA GET IT! B E A B (twice) B E A BEAB OK SO LET'S AGREE ABOUT THE PRICE B E A/F# B BOATS AN' TANKS AND PLANES, IT’S YOUR GAME E A/F# B KINGS AN’ QUEENS AN’ GENERALS LEARN YOUR NAME E A/F# B I SEE ALL THE INNOCENTS, THE HUMAN SACRIFICE
E A/F# AND IF DEATH COMES SO CHEAP, THEN THE SAME GOES B B FOR LIFE!
CHEAPSKATES Am
F
I have been a washer up Em C An' he has been a scrubber up Am F An' I seen him a picking up G Dog ends in the rain Am F An' he has never read a book Em C Though I told him to take a look Am E He lifted his poolhall cue G For another game Am But it ain't no modern miracle F That we found the golden rule E What you can't buy you gotta steal G An' what you say can't steal you better leave I don't like to hang about In this lonely room 'Cos london is for going out And trying to hear a tune But people come pouncing up to me And say what are you doing here You're supposed to be a star Not a cheapskate bleeding queer Like a load of rats from a sinking ship You slag us down to save your hip But you don't give me the benfit Of your doubt
'Cos I'll bite it off and spit it out C F C We're cheapskates anything'll do Am F We're cheapskates what are we supposed to do? G A An' we can rock F E Hey hey let's roll C Am An' we can walk F G An' do the stroll (Middle) A C F C F C F C Just because we're in a group You think we're stinking rich 'N we all got model girls Shedding every stitch 'N You think the cocaine's flowing Like a river up our noses 'N every sea will part for us Like the red one did for Moses Well I hope you make it one day Just like you always said you would some day And I'll get out my money and make a bet That I'll be seein' you down the launderette
DRUG STABBING TIME (Intro) D A E D D A E D D F# A D Drug stabbing time Well I got working on the Ford line A paying off the big fine Drug stabbin' time D Drug stabbin' time Is from nine to nine A Nobody wants a user G Nobody needs a loser D So kick him out that door G D A An' don't answer it no more (Sax) D F# E Drug stabbin' time It's a Greenwich Mean Time Your friends all hate each other you think You've got another But who's at the door? Don't answer it no more Drug stabbin time In a bedroom crime There's a tape recording on a telephone line An' it's ringin from the floor So don't answer it no more Now I was lying in my room It was raining drugs all afternoon. I hear this car pull up outside Comes to a stop like, skreeee D A Someone's in a hurry D A D 'N someone better worry 'Cos these four guys all had on their feet
A pair of black shoes shining and neat I thinks D F Blackshoes on No that's bad news G Here they come charging up the stairs alright Sonny just tell us where
Drug stabbin time Don't ask me mate Working on the Ford line Paying off the big fine Drug stabbin' time
STAY FREE (Intro) G C Bm Am G C/G Bm/G Am/G
G Bm D WE MET WHEN WE WERE IN SCHOOL G C Bm D NEVER TOOK NO SHIT FROM NO ONE, WE WEREN’T FOOLS Am G THE TEACHER SAYS WE'RE DUMB Em WE'RE ONLY HAVING FUN C WE PISS ON EVERYONE G C/G IN THE CLASSROOM Bm/G Am/G G C/G Bm/G Am/G WHEN WE GOT THROWN OUT I LEFT WITHOUT MUCH FUSS AN' WEEKENDS WE’D GO DANCING DOWN STREATHAM ON THE BUS YOU ALWAYS MADE ME LAUGH GOT ME IN BAD FIGHTS PLAY ME POOL ALL NIGHT SMOKIN’ MENTHOL I PRACTISED DAILY IN MY ROOM YOU WERE DOWN THE CROWN PLANNING YOUR NEXT MOVE GO ON A NICKING SPREE HIT THE WRONG GUY EACH OF YOU GET THREE YEARS IN BRIXTON I DID MY VERY BEST TO WRITE HOW WAS BUTLINS? WERE THE SCREWS TOO TIGHT? WHEN YOU LOT GET OUT WERE GONNA HIT THE TOWN WE’LL BURN IT FUCKIN’ DOWN TO A CINDER G E COS YEARS HAVE PASSED AND THINGS HAVE CHANGED C D AND I MOVE ANYWAY I WANNA GO B E I’LL NEVER FORGET THE FEELING I GOT C G
WHEN I HEARD THAT YOU'D GOT HOME B E AN' I’LL NEVER FORGET THE SMILE ON MY FACE C G 'COS I KNEW WHERE YOU WOULD BE B E AN’ IF YOU'RE IN THE CROWN TONIGHT C G HAVE A DRINK ON ME C9 B7 AM G BUT GO EASY...STEP LIGHTLY...STAY FREE
(Outro) G C Bm Am The outro occurs after the final lyrics and vamping of the G note on the low E: E--3-3-3-3-3-3-3--0-0---repeat several times until the sweet outro kicks in.
E--------------------------10-8-7^8^7-----------------------------------10-12-10-12~--10~---------B-------------13-12~---------------------8~------------------13-12~-------------------------------G---0/--12--------------------------------------------0/--12--------------------------------------D-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------A-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------E--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
E--7---7---7----7^8^7-7----7---7---7------7^8^7-7---/-10--12---10~----12---10-----10-------------B----8---8----8--------------8---8---8-----------------------------------------12-----12~--8~----G------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------D------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------A------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------E-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
E-----------15~----------------------------------------------------------------------------------B-8-/-12-----------12--------------------------13-13~~~~13-13-13/12~-12-12-12/10~10-10-10/1212~~~ G-------------------------12---------------------------------------------------------------------D------------------------------12-hold-----------------------------------------------------------A------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------E------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------then it fades out with some add lib soloing. (Brilliant!) E------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------B------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------G------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------D------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------A--10-10-/-9--9-/-7--7-/----5--------------------------------------------------------------------E—8--8--/-7--7-/-5--5-/----3---------------------------------------------------------------------
JULIE'S BEEN WORKING FOR THE DRUG SQUAD (Intro) A D/A A D/A A D/A A D/A A
A IT'S LUCY IN THE SKY AND ALL KINDS OF APPLE PIE SHE GIGGLES AT THE SCREEN 'COS IT LOOKS SO GREEN D THERE'S CARPETS ON THE PAVEMENT A AND FEATHERS IN HER EYE E Bm D BUT SOONER OR LATER, HER NEW FRIENDS WILL REALISE A THAT JULIE'S BEEN WORKING FOR THE DRUG SQUAD
WELL IT SEEMED LIKE A DREAM, TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE STASH IT IN THE BANK WHILE THE TABLETS GROW HIGH IN THEIR MILLIONS AND EVERYBODY'S HIGH (HI, MAN...) BUT THERE'S SOMEONE LOOKING DOWN FROM THAT MOUNTAINSIDE 'COS JULIE'S BEEN WORKING FOR THE DRUG SQUAD D AND IT'S TEN YEARS FOR YOU A NINETEEN FOR YOU D AND YOU CAN GET OUT IN TWENTY-FIVE A E A THAT IS IF YOU'RE STILL ALIVE (Bridge) D A E D A AN' THEN THERE CAME THE NIGHT OF THE GREATEST EVER RAID THEY ARRESTED EVERY DRUG THAT HAD EVER BEEN MADE THEY TOOK EIGHTY-TWO LAWS THROUGH EIGHTY-TWO DOORS AND THEY DIDN'T HALT THE PULL TILL THE CELLS WERE ALL FULL 'COS JULIE WAS WORKING FOB THE DRUG SQUAD THEY PUT HIM IN A CELL, THEY SAID YOU WAIT HERE YOU'VE GOT THE TIME TO COUNT ALL OF YOUR HAIR YOU'VE GOT FIFTEEN YEARS
A MIGHTY LONG TIME YOU COULD HAVE BEEN A PHYSICIST BUT NOW YOUR NAME IS ON THE MAILBAG LIST JULIE'S BEEN WORKING FOR THE DRUG SQUAD GUMBO!
LAST GANG IN TOWN F
Bb
F
Everybody's looking for last gang in town F Bb F You better watch out for they're all comin' around F The sport of today is exciting C F/A F The in crowd are into infighting When some punk sees some rock-olla C F It's rock and roll all over C F In every street and every station C F Kids fight like different nations Bb F/A And it's brawn against brain Gm F And it's knife against chain Bb F/A But it's all young blood C Flowing down the drain Fm The Crops hit the Stiffs An' the Spikes whipped the Quiffs Eb Bb They're all looking 'round Bb Ab F For the last gang in town Meanwhile down in black town Those old soul rebels are haingin' around An' when some punk come alooking for sound Rastaferi goes to ground The white heart flipped his pocket dipped 'Cos a black sharp knife never slips And they never say to one antoher That tomorrow we might kill our brothers Down from the edge of London The rockabily rebels came From another edge of London Skinhead gangs call out their name But not the Zydeco kids
From the high rise Though they can't be recognized When you hear a cajun fiddle Then you're nearly in the middle Of the last gang in town (Outro) A F A F
ALL THE YOUNG PUNKS
(Intro) B F#/B F# /F B
C F# Do B F#/B F# /F Wah B F#/Bb C# F# Oh B F#/Bb Hanging about down the market street F# I spent a lot of time on my feet B F#/Bb When I saw some passing yabbos B C# F# We did chance to speak I knew how to sing y' know an They knew how to pose An' one of them had a Les Paul Heart attack machine B E B All the young punks E Laugh your life B/Eb B/Eb C#m Cos there ain't much to cry for B E B All the young cunts F# Live it now C#m B Cos there ain't much to die for Everybody wants to bum A ride on the rock 'n' roller coaster And we went out Got our name in small print on the poster Of course we got a manger Though he ain't the mafia A contract is a contract When they get 'em out on yer
A You gotta drag yourself to work Drag yourself to sleep A You're dead from the neck up By the middle of the week Guitar Solo E---2/7--7--7--7--7--7-----7--7-----4--2-----4--------4-----------7----B-----------------------------------------4--------------5--2----------G----------------------------------------------------------------------D----------------------------------------------------------------------A----------------------------------------------------------------------E----------------------------------------------------------------------E---7--7--7--7--7-----7--7-----4--2-----2/7----------------------------B------------------------------------4-------7--4--0-----2--4--5--7----G----------------------------------------------------------------------D----------------------------------------------------------------------A----------------------------------------------------------------------E----------------------------------------------------------------------E----------------------------------------------------------------------B---------7--7--7h9-----7--5--4-----5--4-----0-----7h9-----7p5-----4---G----------------------------------------------------------------------D----------------------------------------------------------------------A----------------------------------------------------------------------E----------------------------------------------------------------------E---------------9--9--7-----9--9h11--11--------11p9-----7--------4-----B---h5p4---------------------------------------------------------------G----------------------------------------------------------------------D----------------------------------------------------------------------A----------------------------------------------------------------------E----------------------------------------------------------------------E---p7--4-----2--------2--2--------4--4-----2--------------------------B----------------------4--4--------6--6-----2--------------------------G----------------------4--4--------6--6-----3--------------------------D----------------------4--4--------6--6-----4--------------------------A----------------------2--2--------4--4-----4--------------------------E----------------------2--2--------4--4-----2--------------------------Face front you got the future shining Like a piece of gold But I swear as we get closer It look more like a lump of coal But it's better than some factory Now that's no place to waste your youth I worked there for a week once I luckily got the boot
LONDON CALLING Chords:
Em Am7 G D 7-----8----7----5----------------------------------------------8-----8----8----7----------------------------------------------9-----9----7----7----------------------------------------------9-----7----9----7----------------------------------------------7---------------5-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Intro: Em Am7
G
Am7
Em Am7 London calling to the faraway towns Em G Now that war is declared and battle come down Em Am7 London calling to the underworld Em G Come out of the cupboard, all you boys and girls Em Am7 London calling, now don't look to us Em G Phony Beatlemania has bitten the dust Em Am7 London calling, see we ain't got no swing Em G Except for the ring of that truncheon thing Em G The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in Em G Meltdown expected the wheat is growing thin Em G Engines stop running but I have no fear
Em Em7 D Cuz London is drowning and I live by the river
Em
Am7
London calling to the imitation zone Forget it brother, you can got it alone London calling to the zombies of death Quit holding out and draw another breath London calling and I don't wanna shout But while we were talking I saw you noddin' out London calling, see we ain't got no highs Except for that one with the yellowy eyes The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in Engines stop running the wheat is growing thin A nuclear error but I have no fear Cuz London is drowning and I live by the river Now get this London calling, yes I was there too An' you know what they said - well some of it was true! London calling at the top of the dial An' after all this, won't you give me a smile?
Em I never felt so much a' like...
BRAND NEW CADILLAC Riff ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------0-0-1-0----------0-0-1-0--------------------------0-0-3-3----------0-0-3-3----------------------------------Drive Drive E My baby drove up in a brand new cadillac A E My baby drove up in a brand new cadillac B7 A She said "Hey come here big Daddy" NC E B7 I ain't ever commin back
E baby baby won't you hear my plea A E C'mon just come on back to me B7 A She said balls to you Daddy NC E B7 She ain't commin back to me
SOLO: Out of my league, or at least I don't feel like taking a day to tab it out. Maybe a good player can fill in the blanks ;^) E Baby drove up in a cadillac A E I said "Jesus Christ, where did you get that cadillac
B7 A She said balls to you Daddy NC E B7 She ain't never coming back
JIMMY JAZZ Chord Chart: E--0-------2-------2-------2--B--2-------1-------2-------3--G--2-------2-------2-------2--D--2-------1-------4-------0--A--0---------------4----------E--------------------------2--A d#dim F#m D INTRO: A// D#dim// F#m// D// A// E// A D A E A// D#dim// F#m// D// A// E// A D A E (Don't forget to whistle..) VERSE: A d#dim The police walked in for Jimmy Jazz f#m D I said, he ain't here, but he sure went past A E A D A E Oh, you're looking for Jimmy Jazz Sattamassagana for Jimmy Dread Cut off his ears and chop off his head Police came looking for Jimmy Jazz SOLO E---------------------------------------------------------B-------------------------------------------------------3-G------2/14------2-4b(6)-2-----2-4b(5)-4b(5)-4b(5)-4b(5)--D-2h4--------2-4-----------2s4----------------------------A---------------------------------------------------------E---------------------------------------------------------E--------5-----------------B----------7-5-------------G--7b(9)-------7b(9)r-5----D-----------------------7--A--------------------------E--------------------------(just the recognisable intro bit. The guitar solo continues into the horn solo but basically repeats the same style switching between the major and minor pentatonic scales. I seem to remember a trip up to the Am 12 position as well as some Robbie Robertson style pinched harmonics. Best you just play around with it and see what happens.) So if you're gonna take a message 'cross the town
Maybe put it down somewhere over the other side See it gets to Jimmy Jazz Don't you bother me, not anymore I can't take this tale, oh, no more It's all around, Jimmy Jazz J-a-zee zee J-a-zed zed J-a-zed zed Jimmy Jazz And then it sucks, he said, suck that So go look all around, you can try your luck, brother And see what you found But I guarantee you it ain't your day your day, it ain't your day. Chop Chop! ---------------------------------------------------------------Version 2 Transcribed by Luke Knox (lukeknox@iname.com) Chord Chart: E--0----0----2-----2--B--2----0----2-----3--G--2----1----2-----2--D--2----2----4-----0--A--0----2----4--------E------------2---------
A
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D
The chord progression throughout the whole song is this: (all these chords are strummed 3x) (these are each strummed once)
A F#m A D A D A E
A F#m The police walked in for Jimmy Jazz A D I said, he ain't here, but he sure went past A E A D A E Oh, you're looking for Jimmy Jazz A F#m Sattamassagana for Jimmy Dread A D Cut off his ears and chop off his head
A E
A E A D A E Police cam looking for Jimmy Jazz A F#m So if you're gonna take a message 'cross the town A D Maybe put it down somewhere over the other side A E A D A E See it gets to Jimmy Jazz A F#m Don't you bother me, not anymore A D I can't take this tale, oh, no more A E A D A E It's all around, Jimmy Jazz A F#m A D J-a-zee zee J-a-zed zed A E A D A E J-a-zed zed Jimmy Jazz A And then it sucks, he said, suck that A F#m A So go look all around, you can try your luck, brother D And see what you found A E A D A But I guarantee you it ain't your day your day, it ain't E your day. A Chop Chop! Solo: E----------------------------------------------5s0-------B-----------------2---2-------2-2-2-2h0---5b-5-----3-1---G------2///14-2-2---2-------2-----------2---------------2D-2s4-------------------2s4------------------------------A--------------------------------------------------------E--------------------------------------------------------E-----------------------------0-2-5-9-12-9-12-9s7-9-7-5---B-1-3-5-3-1----------------1b2----------------------------G----------------2-2-----2--------------------------------D------------2s4-----2s4----------------------------------A---------------------------------------------------------E----------------------------------------------------------
HATEFUL C Well, I got a friend who's a man (who's a man?) D What man? The man who keeps me from the lonely C He gives me what I need (What you need?) G What ya got? I need it all so badly Chorus C C/B Am Oh, anything I want C C/B Am He gives it to me C C/B Am C C/B Anything I want he gives it Am C But, not for free, it's hateful E7sus4/B and it's paid for Am G A Bb B And I'm so grateful to be nowhere This year I've lost some friends (some friends?) What friends? I dunno I ain't even noticed You see, I gotta go out again My friend, i gotta see the main man Chorus I killed all my nerves What swerves? I can't drive so steady (and already) I've lost my memory (What mind?) Behind, I can't see so clearly. Chorus: add C C/B Am C C/B Am C Anything I want, anything I want
the only
RUDIE CAN'T FAIL Main rhythm (chords) A A A A D A A A A A G A A A A A F#m F#m (Guitar riff according to Neal Davis and Kristian Johansson) E-------------------------------------------------------B-------------------------------------------------------G-------------------------------------------------------D-----------4-----------------------------4-------------A----4---5--------4---7--4---------4----5---------------E-5------------5-----------------5--------------5--5-----
Sing micheal sing, On the route of the 19 bus
here them saying..........
1st Verse w/main rhythm How you get so rude and reckless Don't you be so crude and feckless You've been drinking brew for breakfast Rudy Can't Fail 2 verse I know that my life makes you nervous But I tell you I can't live in service Like a doctor born for a purpose Rudy Can't fail Chorus A E F#m I went to the mar ket to realize my soul A E F#m What I need I just don't have A E F#m First they cursed then they press me till I hurt(they say) A E A Rudy Can't fail
Verse 3 with riff #1 Here them saying.....
First you must cure your temper Then find a job in the paper You need someone for a savior Rudy can't fail Verse 4 We Reply.... Now we get so rude and a reckless we been seen looking cool an'a speckless we been drinking brew for breakfast so rudie can't fail Chorus with main rythm okay so where you want to go today hey boss man your're looking pretty smart int your chicken skin suit your think you're pretty hot in your pork pie hat but...rudie can't fail look out, look out sky juice 10 cents a bottle You're looking pretty sharp in your chicken skin suit you think you're pretty hot, you won't find out
OUT D Ru Ru
E dy dy
F#m Can't Fail Can't Fail
Back to riff 1 and end
SPANISH BOMBS Intro:
A F#m C#m Bm Dm A F#m C#m Bm ---------------------1-------------------------------1-----------------------------------3-------------------------------3--------------2-----1----2---------2---------1---2---1---2---------2----------------------------4--------------------------------4-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
>A F#m C#m Bm >Spanish Bombs in Andalusia > Dm >The shooting sites in the days of '39 >A F#m C#m >Oh, please leave the vendetta open >Bm Dm >Federico Lorca is dead and gone >A F#m C#m >Bullet Holes in the cemetary walls >Bm Dm >.The black cars of the Guardia Civil >A F#m C#m >Spanish bombs on the Costa Rica >Bm Dm >I'm flying in on a DC-10 tonight > Chorus: A F#m C#m/E Spanish bombs yo te quirro y finito F#m C#m/E G/D Yo te querda Oh ma corazon A F#m C#m/E Spanish bombs yo te quirro y finito F#m C#m/E G/D Yo te quirro oh ma corazon Spanish weeks in my disco casino The freedom fighters died up on the hill They sang the red flag, they wore th black one But after they died it was Mockingbird Hill Back home the buses went up in flashes The Irish tomb was drenched in blood Spanish bombs shatter the hotel My senorita's nose was nipped in the bud
Dm
Chorus The hillsides ring with,"Free the people" Or can I hear the echoes from the days of '39? With trenches full of poets, the ragged armies Fixin' bayonets, to fight the other line Spanish bombs rock the province I'm hearing music from another time Spanish bombs on the Costa Brava I'm flying in on a DC-10 tonight Chorus :add at end... A F#m C#m/E F#m C#m/E Spanish songs in Andalusia, Mandalina G/D Oh my corazon A F#m C#m/E F#m C#m/E Spanish songs in Granada G/D A F#m Bm7 Dm A Oh my corazon
THE RIGHT PROFILE Main Rhythm (all major chords)
E B A B E B A B E B A B E
Say, where did i see this guy In red river Or a place in the sun Maybe the misfits, Or from here to eternity Everybody say, "Is he all right" And everybody say, "What's he like Everybody say he sure look funny That Montgomery Clift honey New York , New York 42nd street Hustlers hustle and pimps pimp the beat Monty clift is recongnized at dawn He aint got no shoes and his clothes are torn I see a car smashed at night Cut the appluase and dim the light Monty's face is boken on a wheel Is he alive? Can he still feel? And everybody say, "Is he alright" Everybody say, "Shine a Light" Everybody say, "It's not funny" That's Montgomery Clift honey Shoot his right profile Nembutol numbs it all But I prefer alcocohol He said go out and get me my old movie sitll Go out and get me another roll of pill There I go shaking but I ain't got the chills
LOST IN THE SUPERMARKET (Intro) Emaj7 C#m7 Amaj7 Emaj7 Eadd9
E (Emaj7 in 2nd and 3rd choruses) I'M ALL LOST IN THE SUPERMARKET C#m7 I CAN NO LONGER SHOP HAPPILY Amaj7 I CAME IN HERE FOB THE SPECIAL OFFER E Eadd9 A GUARANTEED PERSONALITY E B C#m I WASN'T BORN SO MUCH AS I FELL OUT Amaj7 B E NOBODY SEEMED TO NOTICE ME C#m B Amaj7 WE HAD A HEDGE BACK HOME IN THE SUBURB B E OVER WHICH I NEVER COULD SEE E B C#m I HEARD THE PEOPLE WHO LIVE ON THE CEILING Amaj7 B E SCREAM AND FIGHT MOST SCARILY C#m B Amaj7 HEARING THAT NOISE WAS MY FIRST EVER FEELING B E THAT’S HOW IT’S BEEN ALL AROUND ME I'M ALL TUNED IN, I SEE ALL THE PROGRAMMES I SAVE COUPONS FROM PACKETS OF TEA I'VE GOT MY GIANT HIT DISCOTHEQUE ALBUM I EMPTY A BOTTLE I FEEL A BIT FREE THE KIDS IN THE HALLS AND THE PIPES IN THE WALLS MAKE ME NOISES FOR COMPANY LONG DISTANCE CALLERS MAKE LONG DISTANCE CALLS AND THE SILENCE MAKES ME LONELY E C#7 IT’S NOT HERE Amaj7 E Eadd9 IT DISAPPEAR I’M ALL LOST
CLAMPDOWN intro: in open chords Amaj7 l: A Amaj7 A/F# A/E :l the added F# and E are played on the low E string with a muted A string D E A what are we gonna do now? A D G A D A taking off his turban they say is this man a Jew working for the clampdown D G A they put a poster saying "We earn more than you" they're working for the D A clampdown D G D A we will teach our twisted speech to the young believers D G D A we will train our blue eyed men to be young believers A D G A The judge said five to ten but I said double it again I'm not working for D A (A-G#-A) the clampdown A D G A D A No man born with a living soul can be working for the clampdown D G D A Kick over the wall 'cause governments gonna fall How can we refuse it? D G D A Let fury have to hour, anger can be power do you know that you can use it A G# F# E E E/G# A the voices in your head are calling stop wasting your time , theres nothing coming E E/G# A only a fool can think someone can save you E E/G# A the men in the factry are old and cunning you don't own nothing boy get E E/G# A <<< E runnin' its the best years of your life they want to steal A D G A D A (A-G#-A) But you grow up and you calm down, Working for the clampdown A D G A D A You start wearing Blue and Brown and working for the clampdown D G D A So you got someone to boss around make you feel big now D G D A You drift until you brutilize you made your first kill now A D G A D A In these days of evil presidentes working for the clampdown A D G A D A But lately one or two has fully paid thier due working for the clampdown
l: G D A :l l: Ha gitalong gitalong Working for the Clampdown :l F# (bar) D A ( slide to B then to G) Yeah working hard in Hairrisburg F# D A ( A slide to D) yeah working hard in Petersburg G D A Working for the Clampdown various a sundry words that fade out all with the background of l: F# l: G
D D
A:l A:l
GUNS OF BRIXTON F#m Bm F#m Bm G Bm G Bm
F#m Bm When they kick at your front door F#m Bm How you gonna come? G Bm With your hands on your head G Bm Or on the trigger of your gun When the law break in How you gonna go? Shot down on the pavement Or waiting on death row CHORUS F#m You can crush us Bm You can bruise us F#m Bm But you'll have to answer to G Bm G Bm Oh-the guns of Brixton The money feels good And your life you like it well But surely your time will come As in heaven, as in hell You see, he feels like Ivan Born under the Brixton sun His game is called survival At the end of the harder they come You know it means no mercy They caught him with a gun No need for the Black Maria Goodbye to the Brixton sun You can crush us You can bruise us Yes, even shoot us But oh-the guns of Brixton
WRONG 'EM BOYO E
D
Stagger Lee met Billy and C D they got down to gambling E Stagger Lee throwed seven D C Billy said that he throwed eight E D C D So Billy said, "hey stagger! I'm gonna make my big attack E D C I'm gonna have to leave my knife in your back Start all over again! Chord Progression for rest of Song G 6x C 2x G 2x D 2x First Verse G Why do you try to cheat and trample people under your feet C Don't you know it is wrong To cheat a trying man G Don't you know it is wrong To cheat a trying man D So you better stop, it is the wrong 'em boyo Second Verse You lie steal and deciet In such a small, small game Don't you know it is wrong To cheat a trying man Don't you know it is wrong To Cheat a trying man You'd better stop, It is the wrong em boyo Third verse (Instrumental)
Fourth Verse Billy Boy has been shot and Stagger Lee's come out on top Don't you know it is wrong To cheat a trying man Don't you know it is wrong To Cheat Stagger man You'd better stop It is the wrong em boyo Fifth Verse So you must start all over again, all over again You got to play it Billy play, you got to play it, billy play and you will find it is the right 'em boyo Sixth Verse But if you must lie and deceit and trample people under your feet Don't you know it's wrong To cheat a trying man You'd better stop It is the wrong 'em boyo
DEATH OR GLORY INTRO (quiet/acoustic): F C (repeat) (muted) E---------------------------------------------------------B---------------------------------------------------------G----------10-10-10-10-10-10-10-10------------------------D----------10-10-10-10-10-10-10-10-10-10-10-10-10-10-10-10A----------8--8--8--8--8--8--8--8--10-10-10-10-10-10-10-10E----------------------------------8--8--8--8--8--8--8--8-(then loud/electric): F C G C F C G C E---------------------------------------------------------B---------------------------------------------------------G----------10-10-10-10----------12-12-12-12---------------D----------10-10-10-10-10-10-10-12-12-12-12-10-10-10------A----------8--8--8--8--10-10-10-10-10-10-10-10-10-10------E----------------------8--8--8--------------8--8--8-------VERSE Play this with a semitone slide like this: B/C F#/G E/F etc. E---------------------------------------------------------B-----------------11/12-12-12-12--9/10-10-10-10-----------G--8/9--9--9--9---11/12-12-12-12--9/10-10-10-10-----------D--9/10-10-10-10--11/12-12-12-12--9/10-10-10-10-----------A--9/10-10-10-10--9 /10-10-10-10--7/8--8--8--8------------E--7/8--8--8--8-------------------------------------------C G Now every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the world F C G And ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl C G Love and hate tattooed across the knuckles of his hands F C G Hands that slap his kids around 'cause they don't understand how F C G C CHORUS: Death or glory becomes just another story F C G C Death or glory becomes just another story Now every gimmick-hungry boy digging gold from rock-n-roll Grabs the mike to tell us he'll die before he's sold But I believe in this and it's been tested by research He who fucks nuns will later join the church CHORUS
BRIDGE: (I don't remember the words for this but they're something like this) G C See you in the gunsights you say hello I say ok don't wanna play the show all you are thinking 'bout is death or glory now playing the losers game, surely it's better now CHORUS In every dingy basement on every dingy street Every dragging handclap over every dragging beat It's just the beat of time, the beat that must go on If you've been trying for years, we already heard your song CHORUS F C F C (throughout) BRIDGE: We're gonna march a long way, we're gonna travel a long time We're gonna travel over mountains, we're gonna travel over seas We're gonna fight you brother, we're gonna fight 'til you lose We're gonna raise trouble, we're gonna raise hell We're gonna fight you brother, we're gonna raise hell CHORUS Repeat chorus riff, end on C
KOKA KOLA NC Elevator! Going up! G G In the gleaming corridors of the 51st floor G B A The money can be made if you really want some more Executive decision-a clinical precision Jumping from the windows-filled with indecision G C A I get good advice from the advertising world Treat me nice says the party girl Koke adds life where there isn't any G So freeze, man, freeze
It's the pause that refreshes in the corridors of power When top men need a top up long before the happy hour Your snakeskin suit and your alligator boot You won't need a launderette, you can send them to the vet!
I get my advice from the advertising world Treat me nice says the party girl Koke adds life where there isn't any So freeze, man, freeze Bm A Koka Kola advertising and kokaine Strolling down the Broadway in the rain Neon light sign says it I read it in the paper-they're crazy! Suit your life, maybe so In the White House-I know All Over Berlin (they've been doing it for years) And in Manhattan!
Coming through the door is a snub nose 44 What the barrel can't snort it can spatter on the floor Your eyeballs feel like pinballs And your tongue feels like a fish You're leaping from the windows-saying don't Ayaiiiiirrrghhh! *@!!*@!!*! Don't give me none of this!
I get good advice from the advertising world Treat me nice says the party girl Koke adds life where there isn't any So freeze, man, freeze NC Hit the deck!
THE CARD CHEAT Verse 1 C Dm C There's a solitary man crying hold me C Dm C It's only because he's a lonely C Dm C if the keeper of time runs slowly C Dm C He won't be alive for Long! F C If He Only Had Time to tell of all of the things he planned G With a card up his sleeve, what would he achieve? F Em G G It means nothing Verse 2 (Same Chords)
To the opuim dens and the bar room gin In the belmont chair playing violins The gamble's face crack into a grin As he lay's down the king of spades But the dealer just stares, there's something wrong here he thinks The gambler is siezed and forced to his knees and shot dead Verse 3 (vocal lay out 4 lines) 1 2 3 4 He only wanted more time away from the darkest door But his luck it gave in as the dawn light crept in and he lay on the floor Verse 4 Fromt the hundred year war to the crimea With a lance and a musket and a roman spear To all of the men who have stood with no fear In the service of the king Before you met your fate be sure you did no forsake Your lover may no be around anymore
Verse 5 (Instrumental)
Repeat Verse 1 without last 3 lines (vocal)
LOVER'S ROCK G
Am
Yeh, you must treat your lover girl right D C If you wanna make lover's rock G Am D C You must know a place you can kiss to make lovers rock G Am 'Cause everybody knows it's a crying shame D C But nobody knows the poor baby's name G Am D C When she forgot that thing that she had to swallow
You Western man, you're free with your seed When you make lovers rock But woops! there goes the strength that you need To make real cool lovers rock 'Cause a genuine lover takes off his clothes ANd he can make a lover in a thousand go's An' she don't need that thing that she had to swallow
FOUR HORSEMEN Verse I B A B Well they were given the grapes that go ripe in the sun That loosen the screws at the back of the tongue But they told no one where they had begunE four horsemen Verse II (same chords) They were given all the foods of vanity And all the instant promises of immortality But they bit the dust screamin' insanity!four horsemen Verse III One was over the edge, one was over the cliff One was lickin' em dry with a bloody great spliff When they picked up the hiker he didn't want the lift From the horsemen Chorus or Bridge E But you! A B E You're not searching, are you now? You're not looking anyhow You're never gonna ride that lonely mile Or put yourself up on trial Oh, you told me how your life was so bad An' I agree that it does seem sad But that's the price that you gotta pay If you're lazing all around all day Four horsemen coming right through Four horsemen and they're pissing by you They make you look like you're wearing a truss Four horsemen and it's gonna be us Verse IV Well they gave useverything for bending the mind ANd we cleaned out their pockets and we drank 'em blind IT's a long way to the finish so don't get left behind By those horsemen Verse V And they gave us the grapes that went ripe in the sun That loosen the scews at the back of the tongue But we still told nothing 'bout what was to come Four horsemen
I'M NOT DOWN Intro (Play Chorus)
Verse I (E) A F#m E If it's true a rich man leads a sad life, C#m D that's what the say from day to day A F#m E then what do all the poor do with their lives C#m D on Judgement Day with nothin' to say? Chorus A C#m I've been beat up I've been thrown out F#m B but I'm not down oh, I'm not down A C#m I've been shown up but I've grown up and F#m B I'm not down oh I'm not down B/A B/G# B/F# D D/C# E Verse II On My own I faced a gang of jeering In strange streets oh When my nerves were pumping and I fought my fear in I did not run, I was not done Chorus Bridge E A C#m Yes I lived that kind of day Em7 D when none of your sorrows will go away go down and down and hit the floor, D/C# down and down and down somemore B Depression A C#m Em7 But I know, there'll be someway when I can swing everything D back my way Like skyscrapers rising up
D/C# B E floor by floor, not giving up Verse III So you walk around and think that you're the toughest In the world, the whole wide world But You're streets away from where it gets the roughest You ain't been there. Chorus
REVOLUTION ROCK Intro riff: B C#m B C#m B Revolution rock C#m it is a brand new rock B C#m A bad, bad rock, this here revolution rock B Careful how you move, Mac, you dig me in me back C#m An' I'm so pilled up that I rattle B I have got the sharpest knife, so I cut the biggest slice C#m But I've got no time to do battle B F# E Everybody smash up your seats and rock to this B Brand new beat F# This here music mash up the nation E B This here music cause a sensation F# E Tell your ma, tell your pa, everything's gonna be all right B F# Can't you feel it? Don't ignore it E E C#m E Gonna be Al-ri-i-ight B C#m Revolution rock, I am in a state of shock B C#m So bad, bad rock, this here revolution rock
Careful how you slide, Clyde, all you did was glide And you poured your beer in me hat With my good eye on the beat, living on fixation street And I ai't got no time for that Everybody smash up your seat and rock to this brand new beat This here music mash up the nation This here music cause a sensation Tell your mama tell your pa, Everything's gonna be alright
TRAIN IN VAIN Intro riff: ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------7------7---------7-----7------------------------------------5------5---5-----5-----5---5--D A A D A A You say you stand by your man D A A D A A Tell me something I don't understand D Bm You said you loved me, and that's a fact D A A D A A The you left me, said you felt trapped D A Well, some things you can't explain away Bm D But the heartache's with me till this day D A A You didn't stand by me D A A No, not at all D A A You didn't stand by me D A A No way
All the times when we were close I'll remember these things the most I see all my dreams come tumblin' down I can't be happy without you around So alone, I keep the wolves at bay And there's only one thing I can say [Chorus] [Bridge:] A F#m Bm D A A D A A You must expla-a-a-ain why this must be A F#m Bm D A A D A A Did you li-i-i-ie when you spoke to me? D A A D A A Did you stand be me? No, not at all
Now I got a job, but it don't pay I need new clothes, I need somewhere to stay But without all of these things I can do But without your love, I won't make it through But you don't understand my point of view I suppose there nothing I can do [Chorus] [Bridge] [Intro riff again]
THE MAGNIFICENT SEVEN Am Dm7 THE MAGNIFICENT SEVEN Am RlNG! RING! IT’S 7:00 AM Dm7 MOVE Y’SELF TO GO AGAIN Am COLD WATER IN THE FACE Dm7 BRINGS YOU BACK TO THIS AWFUL PLACE Am KNUCKLE MERCHANTS AND YOU BANKERS, TOO Dm7 MUST KEEP UP AN’ LEARN THOSE RULES Am WEATHER MAN AND THE CRAZY CHIEF Dm7 ONE SAYS SUN AND ONE SAYS SLEET Am AM, THE FM, THE PM TOO Dm7 CHURNING OUT THAT BOOGALOO Am GETS YOU UP AND GETS YOU OUT Dm7 BUT HOW LONG CAN YOU KEEP IT UP? Am GIMME HONDA, GIMME SONY Dm7 SO CHEAP AND REAL PHONY Am HONG KONG DOLLARS AND INDIAN CENTS Dm7 ENGLISH POUNDS AND ESKIMO PENCE Am YOU LOT! WHAT? Dm7 DON’T STOP! GIVE IT ALL YOU GOT! Am YOU LOT! WHAT? Dm7 DON'T STOP! YEAH! WORKING FOR A RISE, BETTER MY STATION TAKE MY BABY TO SOPHISTICATION SHE'S SEEN THE ADS, SHE THINKS IT’S NICE BETTER WORK HARD – I SEEN THE PRICE NEVER MIND THAT IT'S TIME FOR THE BUS
WE GOT TO WORK – AN’ YOU’RE ONE OF US CLOCKS GO SLOW IN A PLACE OF WORK MINUTES DRAG AND THE HOURS JERK “WHEN CAN I TELL ’EM WOT I DO? IN A SECOND, MAAAN...ORIGHT CHUCK!” WAVE BUB-BUB-BUB-BYE TO THE BOSS IT’S OUR PROFIT, IT'S HIS LOSS BUT ANYWAY LUNCH BELLS RING TAKE ONE HOUR AND DO YOUR THANNG! CHEEESBOIGER! WHAT DO WE HAVE FOR ENTERTAINMENT? COPS KICKIN' GYPSIES ON THE PAVEMENT NOW THE NEWS-SNAP TO ATTENTION! THE LUNAR LANDING OF THE DENTIST CONVENTION ITALIAN MOBSTER SHOOTS A LOBSTER SEAFOOD RESTAURANT GETS OUT OF HAND A CAR IN THE FRIDGE OR A FRIDGE IN THE CAB? LIKE COWBOYS DO IN TV LAND YOU LOT! WHAT? DON'T STOP. HUH? SO GET BACK TO WORK AN’ SWEAT SOME MORE THE SUN WILL SINK AN’ WE’LL GET OUT THE DOOR IT’S NO GOOD FOR MAN TO WORK IN CAGES HITS THE TOWN, HE DRINKS HIS WAGES YOU’RE FRETTIN’, YOU’RE SWEATIN’ BUT DID YOU NOTICE YOU AIN’T GETTIN'? DON'T YOU EVER STOP LONG ENOUGH TO START? TO TAKE YOUR CAR OUTTA THAT GEAR DON'T YOU EVER STOP LONG ENOUGH TO START? TO GET YOUR CAR OUTTA THAT GEAR KARLO MARX AND FRIEDRICH ENGELS CAME TO THE CHECKOUT AT THE 7-11 MARX WAS SKINT BUT HE HAD SENSE ENGELS LENT HIM THE NECESSARY PENCE WHAT HAVE WE GOT? YEH-O, MAGNIFICENCE! LUTHER KING AND MAHATMA GANDHI WENT TO THE PARK TO CHECK ON THE GAME BUT THEY WAS MURDERED BY THE OTHER TEAM WHO WENT ON TO WIN 5O-NIL YOU CAN BE TRUE, YOU CAN BE FALSE YOU BE GIVEN THE SAME REWARD SOCRATES AND MILHOUS NIXON BOTH WENT THE SAME WAY – THROUGH THE KITCHEN PLATO THE GREEK OR RIN TIN TIN
WHO'S MORE FAMOUS TO THE BILLION MILLIONS? NEWS FLASH: VACUUM CLEANER SUCKS UP BUDGIE OOOOHH...BUB-BYE MAGNIFICENCE!! FUCKING LONG, INNIT?
HITSVILLE UK Verse 1: C They cried the tears, they shed their fears, C G up and down the land. C They stole guitars, and used guitars, C G so the tape would understand.
Bridge: F G without even, the slightest hope, C F of a thousand sales F G Just as if, as if they were, C F hitsville in U.K.
Chorus: F C I know the boy was all alone, C 'till the hitsville hit U.K.
Verse 2: They say true talent, will always emerge in time, when lightning hits, small wonder, its sparks for factory time
Bridge: No expense accounts, no lunch discounts, or hypeing up the charts the band went in, and knocked 'em dead, in two minutes fifty-nine Chorus
Solo (verse w/out lyrics) Bridge: No slimy deals, no smarmy eels, in hitsville U.K. we'll shake them and say, we'll operate, in hitsville U.K.
Chorus: I know the boy felt all alone, 'till the hitsville hit U.K.
Verse 3: The mutants, creeps and muscled men, are shaking like the leaves, it blows a hole in the radio when it hasn't sounded good all week Bridge: A mighty boom, in your living room, in hitsville U.K. no consumer trials, no A.O.R's in hitsville U.K.
Chorus
I know the boy felt all alone, 'till the hitsville hit U.K. now the boys and girls are not alone, now that hitsville hit U.K.
Version 2: Transcribed by: Raymond P. Sferra (72724.514@CompuServe.COM) (The Clash) C F/C C They cried the tears, they shed the fears, F/C C Dm/C C C/G G Up and down the land, C F/C C
They stole guitars or used guitars F/C C Dm/C C Am - So the tape would understand, F G C F Without even the slightest hope of a 1000 sales G C F Just as if, as if there was, a hitsville in U.K., C I know the boy was all alone, til the hitsville hit U.K.
They say true talent will allways emerge in time, When lightening hits small wonder Its fast rough factory trade, No expense accounts, or lunch discounts Or hypeing up the charts, The band went in, 'n knocked 'em dead, in 2 min. 59 - No slimy deals, with smarmy eels - in hitsville U.K. Lets shake'n say, we'll operate - in hitsville U.K. The mutants, creeps and musclemen, Are shaking like a leaf, It blows a hole in the radio, When it hasnt sounded good all week, A mike'n boom, in your living room - in hitsville U.K. No consumer trials, or A.O.R., in hitsville U.K., (Three times) F C Now the boys and girls are not alone, F G C Now the hitsville's hit U.K. (Fourth time) F C Now the boys and girls are not alone, F C/E Dm C/D C Now the hitsville's hit U. K.
JUNCO PARTNER F Down the road came a Junco Partner Bb F For he was loaded as can be F He was knocked out, knocked out loaded C7 F He was a'wobblin' all over the street F Singing 6 months ain't no sentence Bb F And one year ain't no time F I was born in Angola C7 F Serving 14 to 99 Well I wish I had me $1 million dollars Oh one million to call my own I would raise meat and say, "grow for me baby" I would raise me a tobacco farm Well I wish I would have me a great deal of money Yeah and mighty good things all over town Now I ain't got no more money All of my good friends are putting me down Now I ain't got no more money I'm gonna pawn my watch and chain I would have pawned my seat Gabriella But the smart girl wouldn't sign her name .... Give me headstone when I die
IVAN MEETS GI JOE
Am11 So you're on the floor, at 54 F Think you can last - at the Palace Am11 Does your body go to the to and fro? F But tonight's the night - or didn't you know D F Em That Ivan meets G.I. Joe
He tried his tricks- that Ruskie bear The United Nations said it's all fair He did the radiation - the chemical plague But he could not win - with a cossack spin The Vostok Bomb - the Stalin strike He tried every move - he tried to hitch hike He drilled a hole - like a Russian star He made every move in his repertoire When Ivan meet G.I. Joe Now it was G.I. Joe's turn to blow He turned it on - cool and slow He tried a payphone call to the Pentagon A radar scan - a leviathan He wiped the Earth - clean as a plate What does it take to make a Ruskie break? But the crowd are bored and off they go Over the road to watch China blow! When Ivan meets G.I. Joe
SOMETHING ABOUT ENGLAND C F They say immigrants steal the hubcaps Dmsus2 Am Of the respected gentlemen F They say it would be wine an' roses D C If England were for Englishmen again C Well I saw a dirty overcoat Am At the foot of the pillar of the road G7 Propped inside was an old man Am Whom time would not erode C When the night was snapped by sirens Am Those blue lights circled fast G7 The dancehall called for an' ambulance Am The bars all closed up fast My silence gazing at the ceiling While roaming the single room I thought the old man could help me If he could explain the gloom You really think it's all new You really think about it too The old man scoffed as he spoke to me I'll tell you athing or two C F I missed the fourteen-eighteen war Am Em Am But not the sorrow afterwards Dm F With my father dead and my mother ran off C G My brothers took the pay of hoods The twenties turned the north was dead The hunger strike came marching south At the garden party not a word was said The ladies lifted cake to their mouths
C The next war began and my ship sailed Am With battle orders writ in bed G7 In five long years of bullets and shells Am We left tem million dead C The few returned to old Piccadily Am We limped around Leicster Square G7 The world was busy rebuilding itself Am The architects could not care But how could we know when I was young All the canges that were to come? All the photos in the wallets on the battlefield And now the terror of the scientific sun There was masters an' servants an' servants an' dogs They taught you how to touch your cap But through strikes an' famine an' war an' peace England never closed this gap C F So leave me now the moon is up Am Em Am But remember all the tales I tell Dm F The memories that you have dredged up C Are on letters forwarded from hell The streets were by now deserted The gangs had trudged off home The lights clicked off in the bedsits An' old England was all alone
REBEL WALTZ G C Em I slept and I dreamed of a time long ago Bm Em Am I saw an army of rebels, dancing on air G C Em I dreamed as I slept, I could see the campfires, Bm Em Bm A song of the battle, that was born in the flames, Em Bm G and the rebels were waltzing on air. I danced with a girl to the tune of a waltz that was written to be danced on the battlefield I danced to the tune of a voice of a girl A voice that called "Stand till we fall we stand till all the boys fall." As we danced came the news that the war was not won 5 armies were coming, with carrige and gun Through the heart of the camp swept the news from the front A cloud crossed the moon, a child cried for food We knew the war could not be won. So we danced with a rifle, to the rhythm of the gun in a glade through the trees i saw my only one Then the earth seemed to rise hell hot as the sun The soldiers were dying, there was tune to the sighing. The song was an old rebel one. As the smoke of our hopes rose high from the field My eyes played tricks through the moon and the trees I slept as I dreamed I saw the army rise A voice began to call, stand till you fall The tune was an old rebel one.
SOMEBODY GOT MURDERED
E A E Someone lights a cigarette A E F#m While riding in a car E A E Some ol' guy takes a swig A E F#m And passes back the jar B A E But where they were last night A E F#m No-one can remember C#m A Somebody got murdered B E Goodbye, for keeps, forever
E C#m Somebody E F#m Somebody's
A got murdered A dead forever
And you're minding your own business Carrying spare change You wouldn't cosh a barber You're hungry all the same I been very tempted To grab it from the till I been very hungry But not enough to kill Somebody got murdered His name cannot be found A small stain on the pavement They'll scrub it off the ground As the daily crown disperse No-one says that much
Somebody got murdered And it' left me with a touch Somebody got murdered Somebody's dead forever /* Now play the intro riff above these words: */ Sounds like murder! Those shouts! Are they drunk down below? It's late, and my watch stopped Some time ago Sounds like murder! Those screams! Are they drunk down below?
ONE MORE TIME
Em
D
Em
D/F#
Must I get a witness? for all this misery Em D Em D/F# There's no need to, brothers everybody can see Em D That its one more time in the ghetto you know Em D/F# One more time if you please now Em D One more time to the dying man Em D/F# They say one more time if you please The old lady kicks karate For just a little walk down the street The little baby he knows kung fu He tries it on those he meets Cos its a one more time! You don't need no silicone to calculate poverty Watch when Watts town burns again The bus goes to Montgomery Cos One One One
it's a one more time in the ghetto more time if you please more time for the dying man more time to be free
UP IN HEAVEN (NOT ONLY HERE) A
D
A
The towers of London, these crumbling rocks D F#m Reality estates that the hero's got Bm G And every hour's marked by the chime of a clock A A And whatcha gonna do when the darkness surrounds? A D You can piss in the lifts which have broken down F#m A/E D You can watch from the debris the last bedroom light F#m D D/E A D F#m D We're invisible here just past midnight
The wives hate their husbands and their husbands don't care Their children daub slogans to prove they lived there A giant pipe organ up in the air You can't live in a home which should not have been built By the bourgeoise clerks who bear no guilt When the wind hits this building this building it tilts One day it will surely fall to the ground... Fear is just another commodity here They sell us peeping holes to peek when we hear A bang on the door resoundingly clear Who would really want to move in here? The children play faraway, the corridors are bare This room is a cage its like captivity A D How can anyone exist in such misery? D A D A D Bm G It has been said not only here A D "Allianza dollars are spent A D To raise the towering buildings A D For the weary bones of the workers Bm G A To go back in the morning To be strong in the morning" A D A D A D Bm G
CORNER SOUL F#m7
E
Is the music of grove skin rock F#m7 E Soaked in the diesel of war boys war? F#m7 E Blood, black gold and the face of a judge F#m7 E Is the music calling for a river of blood? A Beat the drums tonight, Alphonso Bm Spread the news all over the grove A The big meeting has decided F#m7 E That total was must burn on the grove A Does it mean I should take my machete Bm To chop my way through the path of life? A Does it mean I should run with the dog pack F#m7 E Is that the way to be the one to survive? A Never need a gun says Tai Shi Bm Move on up to dragon snaps his tail A Fall back on still waters F#m7 E Hammer with his eye on the nail Spread the word tonight please, Sammy They're searching everyhouse on the grove Don't go alone now, Sammy! The wind has blown away the corner soul Tell the news for me, Sammy They're searching every place on the grove But don't go down alone new, Sammy! The wind has blown away the croner soul Is the music calling for a river of blood?
THE SOUNDS OF THE SINNERS
D As the floods of God D Wash away sin city A They say it was written G D In the page of the Lord D But I was looking D For that great jazz note A That destroyed G D The walls of Jericho D The winds of fear D Whip away the sickness A D The message on the tablets was valium D As the planets form that golden cross Lord A D I'll see you on the holy crossroads. D After all this time To believe in Jesus A After all those drugs D I thought I was Him After all my lying and G A-crying and my suffering A I ain't good enough A D I ain't clean enough to be Him.
POLICE ON MY BACK
E--2---2---2---2---2---------------------B----3---3---3---3---\---3---3---3---3---3 G--------------------------2---2---2---2-- repeat for the remainder D----------------------------------------- the intro. A----------------------------------------E----------------------------------------D Well, I'm running G Police on my back D Can you help me? G Police on my back D I am hiding G Police on my back D They were shooting G Police on my back A I've been running Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday G Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday A Running Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday G Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday D G What have I done? D G What have I done? (back to verse with other words)
MIDNIGHT LOG
G Working for the devil Em You'll have to pay his tax That means going to see him Down among the racks' You don't believe in him But he can wait for you A G You do his work so fine Em He'll remember you B D E(high) He'll remember you G(high) E(high) 2x Worried for my friend As he shows me round the flat Where I don't wanna find him His lips an' eyelids black He don't believe my speech That lines can and should be drawn Lke if he had a shotgun The barrels would be sawn The barrels would be sawn Swallowed by the river Swollen by the rains That leakin' ol' computer Of fingerprints and names Swimming in the river That floods the neighborhood I would call to you But it would do no good But it would do no good Voting for the law That's the general occupation First comes the public safety Second comes the nation You won't believe me now But there's been some illumination The wisest cops have realized They fucked the operation
Cooking up the books A respected occupation The anchor and foundation of multi-corporations They don't believe in crime They don't know that it exists But to understand What's right and wrong The lawyers work in shifts The lawyers work in shifts (little solo bit here.) (Just jam around 12th fret on B and E strings) 'N speaking of the devil He ain't been seen for years 'Cept every 20 mins He zooms between me ears I don't believe in books But I read all the time For ciphers to the riddles An' reasons to the rhymes (Let E ring and some feedback)
WASHINGTON BULLETS E Oh! Mama, Mama look there! E Your children are playing in that street again E Don't you know what happened down there? E A youth of fourteen got shot down there E The Kokane guns of Jamdown Town E The killing clowns, the blood money men B6 A6 B6 E Are shooting those Washington bullets again
As every cell in Chile will tell The cries of the tortured men Remember Allende, and the days before, Before the army came Please remember Victor Jara, In the Santiago Stadium, Es Verdas - those Washington Bullets again E And in the Bay of Pigs in 1961, E Havana for the playboys in the Cuban sun, E For Castro is a colour, Is a redder than red, E Those Washington bullets want Castro dead B6 A6 For Castro is the colour... B6 E ...That will earn you a spray of lead For the very first time ever, When they had a revolution in Nicaragua, There was no interference from America Human rights in America Well the people fought the leader, And up he flew... With no Washington bullets what else could he do? 'N' if you can find a Afghan rebel That the Moscow bullets missed Ask him what he thinks of voting Communist...
...Ask the Dalai Lama in the hills of Tibet, How many monks did the Chinese get? In a war-torn swamp stop any mercenary, 'N' check the British bullets in his armoury Que? B6 A6 B6 E Sandinista!
CHARLIE DON'T SURF RIFF
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CHORUS D Bm Charlie don't surf and we think he should D Bm Charlie don't surf and you know that it ain't no good D Em7 Charlie don't surf for his hamburger Momma F#m7 Charlie's gonna be a napalm star
RIFF (you can strum with a x-x-0-4-0-2 ? rather than the riff) Everybody wants to rule the world Must be something we get from birth One truth is we never learn Satellites will make space burn
D Bm We've been told to keep the strangers out D Bm We don't like them starting to hang around D Em7 We don't like them over town F#m7 Across the world we are going to blow them down CHORUS RIFF The reign of the super powers must be over So many armies can't free the earth Soon the rock will roll over Africa is choking on their Coca Cola D Bm It's a one a way street in a one horse town D Bm One way people starting to brag around D Em7 You can laugh, put them dowm F#m7 These one way people gonna blow us down CHORUS Charlie Charlie Charlie Charlie Charlie
don't don't don't don't don't
surf surf surf surf surf
he'll never learn though he's got a gun think that he should we really think he should
Charlie Charlie Charlie Charlie
don't don't don't don't
surf and we think he should surf and you know that it ain't no good surf for his hamburger Momma surf
KINGSTON ADVICE G
Cm6
In these days you can get no rice G Cm6 No razor blades but you can get knife G Cm6 In these days see the people run G Cm6 They have no food but the boy have gun G Cm6 In these days they don't throw the stone G Cm6 Nor use the voice they use the gun alone G Cm6 In these days to be an oddity G Cm6 Be hunted down like a scarcity A G/A Dm/A In these days don't beg for life A G/A Dm/A Wanna take Kingston advice? A G/A Dm/A C G Oh please don't beg for your life
In these days the beat is militant Must be a clash there's no alternative In these days nations are militant We have slavery under government In these days in the firmament I look for signs that are permanent In these days with no love to give The world will turn with no one left to live In these days I don't know what to do The more I see the more I'm destitute In these days I don't know what to sing The more I know the less my tune can swing In these days you can get no rice No razor blades but you can get knife In these days see the people run They have no food but the boy have gun
VERSION CITY Dm7
Gm7
There is a train at Version City Am7/G Dm7 Gm7 Waiting for the rhythm mail Am7/G Dm7 Gm7 If you can jump then jump right now Am7/G Dm7 F Em Dm7 She can pull you through to better days
Is that the train that the speak of The one I heard in my younger days All great bluesmen have rode her I'm jumping up gonna ride that train Bm D There's a lonely soul out on the crossroads Bm D He's waiting there in the pouring rain Bm D He's looking for that great ride yeh Bm D That'll take him to oh what's her name Dm7 Gm7 So I rode that train from Version City Am7/G Dm7 Gm7 For ninety-nine an' one half days Am7/G Dm7 Gm7 Never heard such rhythm sound Am7/G Dm7 F Em Dm7 It was in my soul which was on the train We went straight through Syndrum Inc. Up an' over the Acapella Pass Then Gibson Town and Fenderville All stations to the Mesa Boogie Ranch Bm D We saw that soul out on the cross roads Bm D Waitin' there in the pouring rain Bm D We called hey engine slow your rhythms Bm D See he wants to ride the version train Dm7
Gm7
We rode that train from Version City Am7/G Dm7 Gm7 For ninety-nine and one half years Am7/G Dm7 Gm7 I never seen such funky country Am7/G Dm7 F Em Dm7 While riding with the engineers
Could not fill no application Before I rode this rhythm train Could not work at my station Before I rode the version train There is a train at Version City Waiting for the rhythm mail If you can jump then jump right now She can pull you through to better days
1977 Intro: x2 e----------------------| B----------------------| G----------------------| D--3/5--5/3--2-2-2--3--| A--3/5--5/3--2-2-2--3--| E--1/3--3/1--0-0-0--1--| Verse 1: G FEF In 1977, G F EF I hope I go to Heaven G F EF Cuz I been too long on the dole G F EF And I can't work at all Chorus: G F eDCD Danger, stranger G F eDCD You better paint your face C D No Elvis, Beatles, or the Rolling Stones Verse 2: G F EF In 1977, G F EF Knives in West 11 G F EF Lent so lucky to be rich G F EF Sten guns in Knightsbridge Chorus x1 Solo: e--3-3-3-3--------------------------------------------------| B--3-3-3-3----------------3-4b-3-3-5-7b----5b----4b--4b-4b--| G--0-0-0----5-3b-------3b---------------3b----3b------------| D----------------5-3-5--------------------------------------| A-----------------------------------------------------------| E-----------------------------------------------------------| Verse 3: G* F* E* F* In 1977,
G* F* E* F* You're on the never never G* F* E* F* You think it can't go on forever G* F* E* F* But the papers say it's better Chorus 2: G F eDCD I don't care G F eCDC 'Cuz I'm not all there C D No Elvis, Beatles, or the Rolling Stones Outro: (there is a kinda solo, but it's too hard to hear) G F E F In 1977, start the Jubilee G FEF In 1978... G F E F In 1979, I stayed in bed G FEF In 1980... G F E F In 1981, the toilet don't work G FEF In 1982... G F E F In 1983, here come the Police! G G In 1984..
COMPLETE CONTROL Intro: E--7-7--7-7--7-7--7-7--7-7--7-7 B--9-9--9-9--9-9--9-9--9-9--10-9 G--9-9--9-9--9-9--9-9--9-9--9-9 D--9-9--9-9--9-9--9-9--9-9--9-9 A--7-7--7-7--11-7--7-7--7-7--7-7 E--x-x--x-x--x-x--x-x--x-x--x-x E THEY SAID RELEASE "REMOTE CONTROL" B E BUT WE DIDN’T WANT IT ON THE LABEL E THEY SAID, "FLY TO AMSTERDAM" B E THE PEOPLE LAUGHED BUT THE PRESS WENT MAD C#m OOH C#m OOH
A B E OOH OOH SOMEONE'S REALLY SMART A B OOH OOH COMPLETE CONTROL, THAT'S A LAUGH
ON THE LAST TOUR MY MATES COULDN'T GET IN I’D OPEN UP THE BACK DOOR BUT THEY'D GET RUN OUT AGAIN AT EVERY HOTEL WE WAS MET BY THE LAW COME FOR THE PARTY – COME TO MAKE SURE! OOH OOH OOH HAVE WE DONE SOMETHING WRONG? OOH OOH OOH COMPLETE CONTROL, EVEN OVER THIS SONG THEY SAID WE’D BE ARTISTICALLY FREE WHEN WE SIGNED THAT BIT OF PAPER THEY MEANT LET'S RAKE A LOTSA MON-EE AN' WORRY ABOUT IT LATER OOH OOH OOH I’LL NEVER UNDERSTAND OOH OOH OOH COMPLETE CONTROL – LEMME SEE YOUR OTHER HAND! ALL OVER THE NEWS SPREAD FAST THEY’RE DIRTY, THEY'RE FILTHY THEY AIN'T GONNA LAST THIS IS JOE PUBLIC SPEAKING I'M CONTROLLED IN THE BODY, CONTROLLED IN THE MIND
Bsus4 A C#m TOTAL D A E C-O-N CONTROL – THAT MEANS YOU!
CITY OF THE DEAD G F THIS IS THE CITY OF THE DEAD C G AS WE LIE SIDE BY SIDE IN BED G F I'D DO SOMETHING ELSE INSTEAD C G BUT IT IS THE CITY OF THE DEAD C G WE WENT OUT KICKIN' AROUND F C BUT YOU GOT DRUNK AN’ FALLEN DOWN C Em/B AN' I WISHED I COULD BE LIKE YOU F Em G WITH THE SOHO RIVER DRINKING ME DOWN IN THE CITY OF THE DEAD FALL IN LOVE AN' FALL IN BED IT WASN'T ANYTHING YOU SAID EXCEPT I KNOW WE BOTH LIE DEAD DON’T YOU KNOW WHERE TO COP THAT'S WHAT NEW YORK JOHNNY SAID * * * * YOU SHOULD GET TO KNOW YOUR TOWN JUST LIKE I KNOW MINE WHILE ALL THE WINDOWS STARE AHEAD AN’ THE STREETS ARE FILLED WITH DREAD EVERY NATION IN THE WORLD SLINKS THROUGH THE ALLEY AFTER GIRLS WHAT WE WEAR IS DANGEROUS GEAR IT'LL GET YOU PICKED ON ANYWHERE THOUGH WE GET BEAT UP WE DON’T CARE AT LEAST IT LIVENS UP THE AIR BUT SOMEDAYS WE HIDE INSIDE ALL COURAGE GONE AND PARALYSED SNIFF THAT WIND OF UGLY TENSION F Em G TODAY THE JERKS HAVE GOT AGGRESSION G IT IS THE CITY OF THE DEAD
CLASH CITY ROCKERS Intro: E D A G / B A B E
E D A G An' I wanna move the town to the Clash City Rockers B A B E You need a little jump of electrical shockers You better leave town if you only wanna knock us (same) Nothing stands the pressure of the Clash City Rockers You see the rate they come down the escalator Now listen to the tube train accelerator Then you realise that you got to have a purpose Or this place is gonna knock you out sooner or later C#m B So don't complain about your useless employment A E A E Jack it in forever tonight (same) Or shut your mouth and pretend you enjoy it Think of all the money you've got And I wanna liquefy everybody gone dry Or plug into the aerials that poke up in the sky Or burn down the suburbs with the half-closed eyes You won't succeed unless you try
A B E A You owe me a move say the bells of St. Groove A G#m F#m E Come on and show me say the bells of old Bowie A B E A When I am fitter say the bells of Gary Glitter A G#m F#m E No one but you and I say the bells of Prince Far-I No one but you and I say the bells of Prince Far-I An' I wanna more the town to the Clash City Rockers You need a little jump of electrical shockers You better leave town if you only wanna knock us Nothing stands the pressure of the Clash City Rockers Rock Rock Clash City Rockers
JAIL GUITAR DOORS E B Let me tell you 'bout Wayne and his deals of cocaine A A little more every day E G#m Holding for a friend till the band do well B E Then the D.E.A. locked him away E A E Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors E A E Bang bang, go the boots on the floor E A E Cry cry, for your lonely mother's son E A7 Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors An' I'll tell you 'bout Pete, didn't want no fame Gave all his money away "Well there's something wrong, it'll be good for you, son" And so they certified him insane And then there's Keith, waiting for trial Twenty-five thousand bail If he goes down you won't hear his sound But his friends carry on anyway Fuck 'em! A E B (PLUS C A E ON LAST TIME) Jail guitar doors 54/46 was my number Jail guitar doors Right now someone else has that number
WHITE MAN IN HAMMERSMITH PALAIS Intro: A E G A G A A E C#m D Midnight to six, man A E C#m D for the first time from Jamaica A E F#m D Dillinger and Leroy Smart A E A Delroy Wilson, cool operator A E C#m D Ken Boothe, U.K. pop reggae A E C#m D with backing bands sound systems. A E F#m D If they got anything to say, A E A there's many black ears here to listen A But it was Four Tops all night E With encores from stage right, G A charges from the base knives to the treble G A But on stage they ain't got no roots, rock, rebel. G A E A E A E A E On stage they ain't got no roots, rock, rebel.
'Cause it won't get you anywhere Foolin' with your guns. The British Army is waiting out there An' it weighs fifteen hundred tons. White youth, black youth, Better find another solution. Why not phone up Robin Hood And ask him for some wealth distribution. Punk rockers of the U.K., They won't notice anyway. They're all too busy fighting For a good place under the lighting. The new groups are not concerned With what there is to be learned. They got Burton suits. Huh, you think it's funny Turning rebelion into money.
All over people changing their votes Along with their overcoats. If Adolf Hitler flew in today They'd send a limosine anyway. I'm the all-night, drug prowling wolf Who looks so sick in the sun. I'm the white man in the Palais A E A D Who goes looking for fun A E A D I'm only looking for fun A E A D Oh, please mister, just leave me alone A E A D Cause I'm only looking for fun A E A D Looking looking looking for fun A E A D Looking looking looking for fun A E A _oh_.
THE PRISONER A D A THE PRISONER MEETS THE MUPPET HI-FI G Bm NORTH OF WATFORD JUNCTION D A WE GET IN BUT WE DON'T HAVE FUN G Bm A AN' WE LEAVE BEFORE THE TRUNCHEONS G F#m SO IT'S BACK TO WATCH THE DAY TO DAY G F#m SAGA OF WORKING PEOPLE G F#m D HANGING OUT THE WASHING AND CLIPPING COUPONS A AND GENERALLY BEING DECENT
JOHNNY TOO BAD MEETS JOHNNY BE GOOD IN THE CHARING CROSS ROAD THAT'S THE ONLY THING THAT HAPPENED TODAY SAYS THE WEST END JUNGLE CODE AND ALL THE GERMANS AND ALL THE FRENCH JAM THEMSELVES DOWN THE TUBE AND RE-ENACT THE SECOND WORLD WAR WHILE THE RUDE BOYS GET RUDE! A D (n.c) D AND I LOOK TO MY LEFT G AND I LOOK TO MY RIGHT D A AND I'M LOOKING FOR A MAN G I'M LOOKING FOR A SIGN D Bm G I DON'T WANNA BE THE PRISONER D Bm G A I DON'T WANNA BE THE PRISONER
THE PRISONER LIVES IN CAMDEN TOWN SELLING REVOLUTION THE PRISONER LOADS HIS TRACKING ARM UP WITH SELF-DISILLUSION YOUR MOTHER DOES THE WASHING UP YOUR OLD MAN DIGS THE GARDEN YOU'RE ONLY FREE TO DODGE THE COPS AN' BUNK THE TRAIN TO STARDOM
1-2 CRUSH ON YOU A STANDING IN A QUEUE OF A SCHOOL CANTEEN D GUYS ON THE CORNER THEY WERE LAUGHIN' AT ME A BUT I DON'T MIND IF THEY SEE IT ALL F#m YOU KNOW I GOTTA COME CLEAN E I GOTTA COME CLEAN A A7 I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU A MY MIND DON'T NEED IT BUT MY BODY DO D A LITTLE BIT OF LOVING AND ATTENTION FOR YOU A ALTHOUGH WE'RE ONLY STRANGERS THEY DON'T NEED TO KNOW F#m I GOTTA CUM CLEAN, I GOTTA CUM CLEAN E A A7 OOH, I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU G A I WANNA GET SERIOUS RIGHT AWAY D F#m 1-2, I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU G A WHAT YOU DOIN' TODAY OR ANY OTHER DAY? D F#m 1-2, I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU G A JUST ONE LOOK AND I GO INSANE D F#M G A 1-2, I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU
YOUR DADDY NEVER COMES TO GET YOU `COS LIVES SO FAR AWAY BUT HIS I-TALIAN CHAUFFEUR SHOWS UP EVERY DAY BUT I'LL GET YOU IN THE CORNER, I'LL GET YOU ALL ALONE I GOTTA CUM CLEAN, I GOTTA COME CLEAN I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU
D 1-2, 1-2, 1-2,
F#m I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU G A I SAID 1-2 Dadd4 A D I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU A D WHY SHOULD I GET A CRUSH ON YOU?
PRESSURE DROP G It is you, G It is you,
D oh D oh
C G yeah C G yeah
G I said a pressure drop, D Oh pressure C G Oh pressure's gonna drop on you G I said pressure drop D Oh pressure C G Oh pressure's gonna drop on you G I said when it drops D Oh you gonna feel it C G Oh that you were doin' it wrong, wrong, wrong G Now when it drops D Oh you gonna feel it C G Oh that you were doin' it wrong and how I said when it drops You gonna feel it That you've been doin' it wrong Now when it drops, drops Oh you gonna feel it That you've been doin' wrong I said when it drops, drops Feel it Oh you better move Now when it drops, drop Feel it That you've been it doin' wrong I said, pressure drop Oh pressure, oh yeah Pressure's gonna drop on you I said pressure drop
Oh pressure, oh yeah Pressure's gonna drop on you Pressure, pressure Pressure, pressure
GROOVY TIMES [Intro] E E E E
/G#m /G#m /G#m /G#m
/A /A /A /A
/B /B /B /B
D A High Street shops are boarded up, Bm G and the terrace it is fenced in. D A See-through shields are walled across Bm G the way that you came in. D A But there's no need to get excited, Bm G As the lorries bring the bacon in, D A 'Cause the housewives are all singin', Bm G A Bm "Groovy times are here a-gain."
[as above] They discovered on Black Saturday, That mobs don't march, they run (they run) So you you can excuse the nervous triggerman, for this once jumping the gun. They were picking up the dead, Out of the broken glass, Yes, it's number one, hit radio says "Groovy times are here at last." E G#m A B Groo-oo---vy times, E G#m A B Groo-oo---vy times, E
G#m A B
Groo-oo---vy times. //Here is the old version of the solo F#m E B A D A Bm G -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------6-7-9-7-6-7-s11-11s9-7-----------7--7-7-7--7--7--. . . 7-9---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Hey Groovy! D A Bm G ------------------------------------------------b(11)r10b(11)------------12-10----------------------------------11-11----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------//End of old Version of solo [chords under solo as chorus - 3X E/G#M/A/B, 1X B/A/G#m/E] [repeat n times] [solo diddle E & B & G strings in key of E - try to start near 12th fr, end near 9th fr G string... YMMV] B
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/G#m /E
[Second version of solo] Play this on acoustic. Just listen to the song to sus out the tempo of the solo. It's pretty fun to play. There's a bit enclosed within stars (**-7--9--7--**) that I'm not too sure about. If anyone can suggest a more acurate riff that would be good. E------------------------------------------------------------B------------------------------------------------7---7-5-----G----------------------------------6-7-9-7-6-7----------7----D---7--7-7--7--7-7-7-7-7-7--9--------------------------------A------------------------------------------------------------E------------------------------------------------------------E---------------4----5--------------------7-5----B-----------------------------7-7----------------G------------------------------------------------D------------------------------------------------A-------------------------------------------------
E------------------------------------------------Joes starts singing again but play this bit underneath: E----------7--------------------------------------------------B---7-10----10-p-7-7------------7--10--10--7------------------G------------------------9--7--9----------------**-7--9--7--**D-------------------------------------------------------------A-------------------------------------------------------------E-------------------------------------------------------------E------------------------5-/-10------5-/-10----10-/-2---B-------------------------------------------------------G-------------------------------------------------------D-------------------------------------------------------A-------------------------------------------------------E-------------------------------------------------------E----5-/-10------5-/-10-----10-/-2-------------5-/-12----B--------------------------------------------------------G--------------------------------------------------------D--------------------------------------------------------A--------------------------------------------------------E--------------------------------------------------------E--------------------7------12-12-12-12-12-12-12-12-12----B----7-8-7----7----------10-------------------------------G-----------9----9--7-------------------------------------D---------------------------------------------------------A---------------------------------------------------------E----------------------------------------------------------
[as verse 1] The intake is on the uptake, the acceleration's pretty grim. I can remember his first appearance, now look what's happened to him. They put him in a dog suit, like nineteen sixy four. King of early evening ITV, "Groovy times forever more." [as chorus] Groo-oo-vy times, Groo-oo-vy times, Groo-oo-vy times. [repeat till fade]
GATES OF THE WEST Intro riff: ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------3--3--------------------3--3----------3--5--------5--5--3--3--5--5--------5--5--(repeats 4 times)
C I would love to be the lucky one on Chill Avenue Am Who could keep your hear warm when ice has turned it blue G But with the beggin' sleeping losers as they turn in for the night C I'm looking back for home and I can see the lights C I should be jumpin' shoutin' that I made it all this way Am >From Camden Town Station to 44th and 8th G Not many make it this far and many say we're great C But just like them we walk on an' we can't escape our fate Am F G Can't you hear the sighing C F Eastside Jimmy and Southside Sue G Csus C Both say they needed something new CHORUS C So I'm standing at the gates of the West Em I burn money at the lights of the sign F G C The city casts a shadow of the perfect crime I'm standing at the gates of the East Em I take my pulse and the pulse of my friend F G C The city casts a shadow, will I see you again?
The immigrants an' remnants of all the glory years Are clustered around the bar again for another round of beers Little Richard's in the kitchen playing spoons and plates He's telling the waitress he's great Ah say I know somewhere back'n'forth in time Out on the dustbowls, deep in the roulette mine Or in a ghetto cellar only yesterday There's a move into the future for the U.S.A. I hear them crying Eastside Jimmy and Southside Sue Both say they needed something new CHORUS C Em Em Am Am F F C Em Em Am Am F F C Em Em Am Am F F C (with chords from chorus) Standing at the gates of the West In the shadow again Standing at the gates of the West In the shadow again In the shadow again
CAPITAL RADIO E B
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Yes, it's time for E B E A E B E C#m A B the Dr. Goebbels Show! E B E A There's a tower in the heart of London E B E A With a radio station right at the top E B E C#m They don't make the city beat A B They're making all the action stop E B E A A long time ago they were pirates E B E A Beaming waves from the sea E F#m A But now all the stations are silenced A B E 'Cos they ain't got a government license Wanna tell your problems Phone in from your bedsit room Having trouble with your partner Let us all in on the news If you wanna hear a record Get the word from Aiden Day He picks all the hits to play To keep you in your place all day E C#m A B Ca - pital Radi - o [repeat ad lib] In tune with nothing Don't touch that dial
ARMAGIDEON TIME Bm F#m7 2--------2--------------------------------------3--------2--------------------------------------4--------2--------------------------------------4--------2--------------------------------------3--------4-----------------------------------------------2--------------------------------------Intro Riff -----------------------------------------------3--3------5--5------3--3-------5--5------------4--4-4----6--6-6----4--4-4-----6--6-6--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Intro words: Stay around don't play around This old town and all Seems like I got to travel on
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Bm F#m7 Bm F#m7 A lot of people won't get no supper tonight Bm F#m7 Bm F#m7 A lot of people won't get no justice tonight Bm F#m7 Bm F#m7 The battle is gettin hotter Bm F#m7 In this iration,
Bm F#m7 Armegideon time
A lot of people runnin and a hiding tonight A lot of people won't get no justice tonight Remember to kick it over
No one will guide you - Armegideon time Ad lib vocals
BANKROBBER G C G My Daddy was a bankrobber G C G (is this G here right?) But he never hurt nobody G C G He just loved to live that way C D G And he loved to steal your money G C G Some is rich, and some is poor G C G (eh?) That's the way the world is G C G But I don't believe in lying back C D G Sayin' how bad your luck is So we came to jazz it up We never loved a shovel Break your back to earn your pay An' don't forget to grovel The old man spoke up in a bar Said I never been in prison A lifetime serving one machine Is ten times worse than prison Imagine if all the boys in jail Could get out now together Whadda you think they'd want to say to us? While we was being clever Someday you'll meet your rocking chair Cos that's where we're spinning There's no point to wanna comb your hair When it's grey and thinning Run rabbit run Strike out boys, for the hills I can find that hole in the wall And I know that they never will