Chords for Angelic Upstarts - Soldier
Tempo:
119.45 bpm
Chords used:
Ab
Eb
Db
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Eb]
[Ab] In a station in the city, [Eb] a British soldier stood.
He was talking to the people there, [Ab] if the people would.
Some just stared in hatred, and others turned in pain.
And the lonely British soldier wished [Ab] he was back home again.
[Db] Come join the British Army, said the [Ab] posters in his town.
[Eb] See the world and have your fun, [Ab] come serve before the crowd.
And the [Db] jobs were hard to come by, and he could not face the cold.
[Eb] So he took his country's shilling, and [Ab] enlisted on the roll.
But there was no fear of fighting, [Eb] the empire long was lost.
Ten years in the army get a [Ab] pay for being bossed.
They need a man experienced [Eb] to make the grade.
A medal and a pension, some men resigned the trade.
Then came the call to Ireland as the call had come before.
Another bloody chapter in [Ab] an endless civil war.
The priests, they stood on both sides, [Eb] the priests, they stood behind.
Another fight in Jesus' name, [Ab] the blind against the blind.
[Db] The soldiers stood between them, [Ab] between the whistling stones.
[Eb] And then the broken bottles [Ab] that led to broken bones.
[Db] Petrol bombs that burned his hands, [Ab] nails that pierced his skin.
[Eb] Now he wished he'd stayed at home, [Ab] surrounded by his kids.
Standing in the station, [Eb] the soldier soon was born.
But better in the station [Ab] than where the people were.
The room filled up with mothers, [Eb] with daughters, and with sons.
Who stared with itchy fingers at the soldier and his gun.
A yell of fear, a screech of breaks, [Eb] a shattering of glass.
The window of the station broke to [Ab] let the package pass.
A scream came from the mothers [Eb] as they ran towards the door.
They were dragging children crying from [Ab] the bomb upon the floor.
The soldier stood, he could not move, his gun he could not use.
He knew the bomb had seconds and not minutes on the fuse.
He could not run to pick it up [Eb] and throw it in the street.
There were far too many people there, too [Ab] many running feet.
[Db] Take cover, yelled the soldier, [Ab] take cover for your lives.
And [Eb] the Irishmen threw down their gun [Ab] and stood before their [Ab] wives.
[Db] They turned towards the soldier, [Ab] their eyes alive with fear.
[Eb] For God's sake, save our children [Ab] or they'll end their short lives here.
The soldier moved towards the bomb, [Eb] his stomach like a stone.
Why was this his battle guard?
[Ab] Why was he alone?
He laid down on the package [Eb] and he murmured one farewell.
To those at home in England, [Ab] to those he loved so well.
He saw the sights of summer, felt [Eb] the wind upon his brow.
The young girls in the city parks, how [Ab] precious were they now.
The soaring of the swallow, [Eb] the beauty of the swan.
The music of the turning earth, so [Ab] soon would it be gone.
A muffled soft explosion [Eb] and the room began to quake.
The soldier blown across the floor, [Ab] his blood a crimson lake.
They never heard him cry or shout, [Eb] they never heard him moan.
And they turned their children's faces from the blood and from the moan.
[Db] The crowd outside soon gathered [Ab] and the ambulance just came.
[Eb] To carry off the body of [Ab] the poor lost to the [Ab] gang.
And [Db] the crowd they clapped and cheered and [Ab] they sang their rebel songs.
[Eb] One soldier left to interfere where he does not belong.
[Db] But will the children growing up [Ab] let at their mother's knees.
[Eb] The story of that soldier [Ab] who bought their liberty.
[Ab] And who [Db] used his youthful body [Ab] as a means towards the end.
[Eb] Who gave his life to those who called his [Ab] murderer not brave.
[Ab] In a station in the city, [Eb] a British soldier stood.
He was talking to the people there, [Ab] if the people would.
Some just stared in hatred, and others turned in pain.
And the lonely British soldier wished [Ab] he was back home again.
[Db] Come join the British Army, said the [Ab] posters in his town.
[Eb] See the world and have your fun, [Ab] come serve before the crowd.
And the [Db] jobs were hard to come by, and he could not face the cold.
[Eb] So he took his country's shilling, and [Ab] enlisted on the roll.
But there was no fear of fighting, [Eb] the empire long was lost.
Ten years in the army get a [Ab] pay for being bossed.
They need a man experienced [Eb] to make the grade.
A medal and a pension, some men resigned the trade.
Then came the call to Ireland as the call had come before.
Another bloody chapter in [Ab] an endless civil war.
The priests, they stood on both sides, [Eb] the priests, they stood behind.
Another fight in Jesus' name, [Ab] the blind against the blind.
[Db] The soldiers stood between them, [Ab] between the whistling stones.
[Eb] And then the broken bottles [Ab] that led to broken bones.
[Db] Petrol bombs that burned his hands, [Ab] nails that pierced his skin.
[Eb] Now he wished he'd stayed at home, [Ab] surrounded by his kids.
Standing in the station, [Eb] the soldier soon was born.
But better in the station [Ab] than where the people were.
The room filled up with mothers, [Eb] with daughters, and with sons.
Who stared with itchy fingers at the soldier and his gun.
A yell of fear, a screech of breaks, [Eb] a shattering of glass.
The window of the station broke to [Ab] let the package pass.
A scream came from the mothers [Eb] as they ran towards the door.
They were dragging children crying from [Ab] the bomb upon the floor.
The soldier stood, he could not move, his gun he could not use.
He knew the bomb had seconds and not minutes on the fuse.
He could not run to pick it up [Eb] and throw it in the street.
There were far too many people there, too [Ab] many running feet.
[Db] Take cover, yelled the soldier, [Ab] take cover for your lives.
And [Eb] the Irishmen threw down their gun [Ab] and stood before their [Ab] wives.
[Db] They turned towards the soldier, [Ab] their eyes alive with fear.
[Eb] For God's sake, save our children [Ab] or they'll end their short lives here.
The soldier moved towards the bomb, [Eb] his stomach like a stone.
Why was this his battle guard?
[Ab] Why was he alone?
He laid down on the package [Eb] and he murmured one farewell.
To those at home in England, [Ab] to those he loved so well.
He saw the sights of summer, felt [Eb] the wind upon his brow.
The young girls in the city parks, how [Ab] precious were they now.
The soaring of the swallow, [Eb] the beauty of the swan.
The music of the turning earth, so [Ab] soon would it be gone.
A muffled soft explosion [Eb] and the room began to quake.
The soldier blown across the floor, [Ab] his blood a crimson lake.
They never heard him cry or shout, [Eb] they never heard him moan.
And they turned their children's faces from the blood and from the moan.
[Db] The crowd outside soon gathered [Ab] and the ambulance just came.
[Eb] To carry off the body of [Ab] the poor lost to the [Ab] gang.
And [Db] the crowd they clapped and cheered and [Ab] they sang their rebel songs.
[Eb] One soldier left to interfere where he does not belong.
[Db] But will the children growing up [Ab] let at their mother's knees.
[Eb] The story of that soldier [Ab] who bought their liberty.
[Ab] And who [Db] used his youthful body [Ab] as a means towards the end.
[Eb] Who gave his life to those who called his [Ab] murderer not brave.
Key:
Ab
Eb
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Ab
Eb
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Ab
Eb
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Ab] _ _ _ _ In a station in the city, [Eb] a British soldier stood.
He was talking to the people there, [Ab] if the people would.
Some just stared in hatred, and others turned in pain.
And the lonely British soldier wished [Ab] he was back home again.
[Db] Come join the British Army, said the [Ab] posters in his town.
[Eb] See the world and have your fun, [Ab] come serve before the crowd.
And the [Db] jobs were hard to come by, and he could not face the cold.
[Eb] So he took his country's shilling, and [Ab] enlisted on the roll.
_ But there was no fear of fighting, [Eb] the empire long was lost.
Ten years in the army get a [Ab] pay for being bossed.
They need a man _ experienced [Eb] to make the grade.
A medal and a pension, some men resigned the trade.
Then came the call to Ireland as the call had come before. _
Another bloody chapter in [Ab] an endless civil war.
The priests, they stood on both sides, [Eb] the priests, they stood behind.
_ Another fight in Jesus' name, [Ab] the blind against the blind.
[Db] The soldiers stood between them, [Ab] between the whistling stones.
[Eb] And then the broken bottles [Ab] that led to broken bones.
_ [Db] Petrol bombs that burned his hands, [Ab] nails that pierced his skin.
[Eb] Now he wished he'd stayed at home, [Ab] surrounded by his kids.
_ _ Standing in the station, [Eb] the soldier soon was born.
But better in the station [Ab] than where the people were.
The room filled up with mothers, [Eb] with daughters, and with sons.
Who stared with itchy fingers at the soldier and his gun.
A yell of fear, a screech of breaks, [Eb] a shattering of glass.
The window of the station broke to [Ab] let the package pass.
A scream came from the mothers [Eb] as they ran towards the door.
They were dragging children crying from [Ab] the bomb upon the floor.
The soldier stood, he could not move, his gun he could not use.
He knew the bomb had seconds and not minutes on the fuse.
He could not run to pick it up [Eb] and throw it in the street.
There were far too many people there, too [Ab] many running feet.
_ [Db] Take cover, yelled the soldier, [Ab] take cover for your lives.
And [Eb] the Irishmen threw down their gun [Ab] and stood before their [Ab] wives.
[Db] They turned towards the soldier, [Ab] their eyes alive with fear.
[Eb] For God's sake, save our children [Ab] or they'll end their short lives here.
_ The soldier moved towards the bomb, [Eb] his stomach like a stone. _
Why was this his battle guard?
[Ab] Why was he alone?
_ He laid down on the package [Eb] and he murmured one farewell.
To those at home in England, [Ab] to those he loved so well.
He saw the sights of summer, felt [Eb] the wind upon his brow.
The young girls in the city parks, how [Ab] precious were they now.
The soaring of the swallow, [Eb] the beauty of the swan.
The music of the turning earth, so [Ab] soon would it be gone.
A muffled soft explosion [Eb] and the room began to quake.
The soldier blown across the floor, [Ab] his blood a crimson lake.
They never heard him cry or shout, [Eb] they never heard him moan.
And they turned their children's faces from the blood and from the _ moan.
[Db] The crowd outside soon gathered [Ab] and the ambulance just came.
[Eb] To carry off the body of [Ab] the poor lost to the [Ab] gang.
And [Db] the crowd they clapped and cheered and [Ab] they sang their rebel songs.
[Eb] One soldier left to interfere where he does not belong.
[Db] But will the children growing up [Ab] let at their mother's knees.
[Eb] The story of that soldier [Ab] who bought their liberty.
[Ab] And who [Db] used his youthful body [Ab] as a means towards the end.
[Eb] Who gave his life to those who called his [Ab] murderer not brave. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Ab] _ _ _ _ In a station in the city, [Eb] a British soldier stood.
He was talking to the people there, [Ab] if the people would.
Some just stared in hatred, and others turned in pain.
And the lonely British soldier wished [Ab] he was back home again.
[Db] Come join the British Army, said the [Ab] posters in his town.
[Eb] See the world and have your fun, [Ab] come serve before the crowd.
And the [Db] jobs were hard to come by, and he could not face the cold.
[Eb] So he took his country's shilling, and [Ab] enlisted on the roll.
_ But there was no fear of fighting, [Eb] the empire long was lost.
Ten years in the army get a [Ab] pay for being bossed.
They need a man _ experienced [Eb] to make the grade.
A medal and a pension, some men resigned the trade.
Then came the call to Ireland as the call had come before. _
Another bloody chapter in [Ab] an endless civil war.
The priests, they stood on both sides, [Eb] the priests, they stood behind.
_ Another fight in Jesus' name, [Ab] the blind against the blind.
[Db] The soldiers stood between them, [Ab] between the whistling stones.
[Eb] And then the broken bottles [Ab] that led to broken bones.
_ [Db] Petrol bombs that burned his hands, [Ab] nails that pierced his skin.
[Eb] Now he wished he'd stayed at home, [Ab] surrounded by his kids.
_ _ Standing in the station, [Eb] the soldier soon was born.
But better in the station [Ab] than where the people were.
The room filled up with mothers, [Eb] with daughters, and with sons.
Who stared with itchy fingers at the soldier and his gun.
A yell of fear, a screech of breaks, [Eb] a shattering of glass.
The window of the station broke to [Ab] let the package pass.
A scream came from the mothers [Eb] as they ran towards the door.
They were dragging children crying from [Ab] the bomb upon the floor.
The soldier stood, he could not move, his gun he could not use.
He knew the bomb had seconds and not minutes on the fuse.
He could not run to pick it up [Eb] and throw it in the street.
There were far too many people there, too [Ab] many running feet.
_ [Db] Take cover, yelled the soldier, [Ab] take cover for your lives.
And [Eb] the Irishmen threw down their gun [Ab] and stood before their [Ab] wives.
[Db] They turned towards the soldier, [Ab] their eyes alive with fear.
[Eb] For God's sake, save our children [Ab] or they'll end their short lives here.
_ The soldier moved towards the bomb, [Eb] his stomach like a stone. _
Why was this his battle guard?
[Ab] Why was he alone?
_ He laid down on the package [Eb] and he murmured one farewell.
To those at home in England, [Ab] to those he loved so well.
He saw the sights of summer, felt [Eb] the wind upon his brow.
The young girls in the city parks, how [Ab] precious were they now.
The soaring of the swallow, [Eb] the beauty of the swan.
The music of the turning earth, so [Ab] soon would it be gone.
A muffled soft explosion [Eb] and the room began to quake.
The soldier blown across the floor, [Ab] his blood a crimson lake.
They never heard him cry or shout, [Eb] they never heard him moan.
And they turned their children's faces from the blood and from the _ moan.
[Db] The crowd outside soon gathered [Ab] and the ambulance just came.
[Eb] To carry off the body of [Ab] the poor lost to the [Ab] gang.
And [Db] the crowd they clapped and cheered and [Ab] they sang their rebel songs.
[Eb] One soldier left to interfere where he does not belong.
[Db] But will the children growing up [Ab] let at their mother's knees.
[Eb] The story of that soldier [Ab] who bought their liberty.
[Ab] And who [Db] used his youthful body [Ab] as a means towards the end.
[Eb] Who gave his life to those who called his [Ab] murderer not brave. _ _ _ _ _ _