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parte 9 di 10
Three Card Trick Tablature
Intro Riff E-------------------------------------------------------- B-------------------------------------------------------- G-------------------------------------------------------- D-------------------------------------------------------- A---------------------------7--7--9--7--9--7----5--4----- E-10/5--5--7--5--7--5------------------------------------ (repeat a second time but without the slide) Verse 1 A E D E Patriots of the wasteland torching two hundred years A E D E Dragging my spirit back into the dungeon again A E D E Bring back crucification cry the moral death's head legion A E D E Using steel nails manufactured by the slaves in Asia Chorus 1 A D E D A D E D You won't fall for that law and order is a baton in the rib A D E D A D E D You won't fall for that just like your mommy and your daddy did Verse 2 A E D E Blood inside a fountain pen wrote you out of life again A E D And who knows any better than to kick
E
and scratch under English weather A E D E >From a chain gang to the mill the mill that sits on top of the hill A E D The fog drowned towns are gonna have to fade
E
the wrong side of the a scissor blade Chorus 2 A D E D A D E D You won't fall for that law and order is a baton in the rib A D E D A D E D You won't fall for that just like your mommy & your daddy did A D E D A D E D I'll eat my hat I'm gonna be sick A D E D A D E D They own the pack while we play the three card trick, Go! (play the intro riff again) (then play verse 1 again) (then play chorus 2 again) Outro (some of the lyrics in the outro are ad-lib) A D E D Don't you remember the place A D E D Where we hid the ace? A D E D Yeah not thick but slick A D E D Now we all gotta play the three card trick!
Tommy Gun Tablature
(Strummer/Jones)
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 B E A B
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!
Train In Vain Tablature
Intro riff:
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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]
Up In Heaven (Not Only Here) Tablature
(The Clash)
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
Version City Tablature
(The Clash)
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
Washington Bullets Tablature
(The Clash)
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!
What's My Name Tablature
(Strummer/Jones/Levene)
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# G A E F# G A B
WHAT'S MY NAAAAME.... NAAAAME....NAAAAME....
I TRIED TO JOIN A PING-PONG CLUB, SIGN ON THE DOOR
SAID ALL FULL UP!
I GOT NICKED, FIGHTING IN THE ROAD AN' THE JUDGE
DIDN'T EVEN KNOW
WHAT’S MY NAME
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
WHAT’S MY NAME
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# G A E F# G A B
WHAT'S MY NAAAAME.... NAAAAME....NAAAAME....
E F# G A E F# G A E F# G A Bsus4 B E
WHAT'S MY NAAAAME.... NAAAAME....NAAAAME....
White Man In Hammersmith Palais Tablature
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_.
White Riot Tabulature
(Strummer/Jones)
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
G C
BLACK PEOPLE GOTTA LOT A PROBLEMS
G
BUT THEY DON'T MIND THROWING A BRICK
G D
WHITE PEOPLE GO TO SCHOOL
C G
WHERE THEY TEACH YOU HOW TO BE THICK
C
AN’ EVERYBODY’S DOING
A
JUST WHAT THEY’RE TOLD TO
C
AN' NOBODY WANTS
E
TO GO TO JAIL!
ALL THE POWER’S IN THE HANDS
OF PEOPLE RICH ENOUGH TO BUY IT
WHILE WE WALK THE STREET'
TOO CHICKEN TO EVEN TRY IT
EVERYBODY’S DOING
JUST WHAT THEY'RE TOLD TO
NOBODY WANTS
TO GO TO JAIL!
ARE YOU TAKING OVER
OR ARE YOU TAKING ORDERS?
ARE YOU GOING BACKWARDS
OR ARE YOU GOING FORWARDS?
Wrong 'Em Boyo Tablature
(C. Alphanso)
One of my favs from London Calling, Intro. has the hammond organ
sound and the rest is play with a "ska" guitar(plenty of
upstrokes and left hand mutes). There's not a lot of changes with the
guitar, it's the walking bass line and the organ that really makes the
sound
The intro is play on "big hammond" notes not chords
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
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