"225" by New Model Army (from the album "Thunder and Consolation")
[D]She stares at the screen
At the little words of green
[Am]Tries to remember w[G]hat to do nex[D]t
[D]There's a trace of frustration
That crosses her face
[Am]Searching for the k[G]eys she should pre[D]ss
[F]And I would help her
If I onl[D]y know how
But these thin[C]gs are a mystery to me t[F]oo
And it s[D]eems that the co[G]rporate
[Am]Eyes they are wa[G]tching
She fe[D]ars for her jo[G]b
And the mome[Am]nts are pass[G]ing
I sta[D]re at her nameta[G]g
And th[Am]ink to mysel[G]f
Both you and [D]I, we never aske[C]d
For any[D] of this
Chord pattern is the same for the rest of the song
So let's take a walk
Up past the chemical works
Where the sky turns green at night
And we'll talk about
Bout getting away from here
Some difference kind of life
But even in the freshest mountain air
While the jet fighters practice overhead
And they're drilling these hills
For uranium deposits
And they'll bury the waste
For our children to inherit
And though this is all done
For our own benefit, I swear
We never asked for any of this
Well this golden age of communication
Means everyone talks at the same time
And liberty just means
Some freedom to exploit
Any weakness that you can find
Well turn off the TV just for a while
Let us whisper to each other instead
And we'll hope that the corporate ears
Do not listen
Unless we find ourselves committing
Some kind of treason
And filed in the tapes
Without rhyme, without reason
While they tell us that it's all
For our own protection, I swear
We never asked for any of this...
NOT MY TABS!
Please mail criticisms, corrections, (more) tabs or whatever to
Juergen Bohn
[D]She stares at the screen
At the little words of green
[Am]Tries to remember w[G]hat to do nex[D]t
[D]There's a trace of frustration
That crosses her face
[Am]Searching for the k[G]eys she should pre[D]ss
[F]And I would help her
If I onl[D]y know how
But these thin[C]gs are a mystery to me t[F]oo
And it s[D]eems that the co[G]rporate
[Am]Eyes they are wa[G]tching
She fe[D]ars for her jo[G]b
And the mome[Am]nts are pass[G]ing
I sta[D]re at her nameta[G]g
And th[Am]ink to mysel[G]f
Both you and [D]I, we never aske[C]d
For any[D] of this
Chord pattern is the same for the rest of the song
So let's take a walk
Up past the chemical works
Where the sky turns green at night
And we'll talk about
Bout getting away from here
Some difference kind of life
But even in the freshest mountain air
While the jet fighters practice overhead
And they're drilling these hills
For uranium deposits
And they'll bury the waste
For our children to inherit
And though this is all done
For our own benefit, I swear
We never asked for any of this
Well this golden age of communication
Means everyone talks at the same time
And liberty just means
Some freedom to exploit
Any weakness that you can find
Well turn off the TV just for a while
Let us whisper to each other instead
And we'll hope that the corporate ears
Do not listen
Unless we find ourselves committing
Some kind of treason
And filed in the tapes
Without rhyme, without reason
While they tell us that it's all
For our own protection, I swear
We never asked for any of this...
NOT MY TABS!
Please mail criticisms, corrections, (more) tabs or whatever to
Juergen Bohn
