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Ballad - New Model Army (from 'The Ghost of Cain')
There are three parts, labelled I, II, III; III is a bridge between
II and I. They're all played on the bottom three strings only.
I
II
III
Words:-
I
When they look back at us and they write down their history
What will they say about our generation?
We're the ones who knew everything, still we did nothing
Harvested everything, planted nothing
Well we lived pretty well in the wake of the goldrush
Floating in comfort on waves of our apathy
Quietly knawing away at Her body
Until we mortgage the future, bury our children
II
Storehouses full of the fruits we've been given
We send off the scragends to suckle the starving
But still we can't feed this strange hunger inside
Greedy, restless, unsatisfied
...Continua:
Trova midi MID, video di Ballad New Model Army, scarica mp3 torrent di Ballad New Model Army, video YouTube di New Model Army Ballad
New Model Army... Altri accordi di New Model Army...
Ballad - New Model Army (from 'The Ghost of Cain')
There are three parts, labelled I, II, III; III is a bridge between
II and I. They're all played on the bottom three strings only.
I
II
III
Words:-
I
When they look back at us and they write down their history
What will they say about our generation?
We're the ones who knew everything, still we did nothing
Harvested everything, planted nothing
Well we lived pretty well in the wake of the goldrush
Floating in comfort on waves of our apathy
Quietly knawing away at Her body
Until we mortgage the future, bury our children
II
Storehouses full of the fruits we've been given
We send off the scragends to suckle the starving
But still we can't feed this strange hunger inside
Greedy, restless, unsatisfied
...Continua: