Chords for new model army modern times
Tempo:
83.1 bpm
Chords used:
D
Cm
C
Gm
Eb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Eb] [C]
[D] [Cm] [Gm] I [D] see the strange things right about between [Cm] now and the time has [C] probably come when [D] we
should accept whatever has passed and [Cm] gone, while the [Gm] world is young.
[D] Looking back to the beginning, I [Cm] see you in flood of [C] rain, old memories, [D] sad little bits
of hurt, wounded [Cm] pride that comes [Gm] without a boot.
[D] Spent hours with our hands held [Cm] high, sure of our [C] ground, our righteousness [D] well and usual,
some to be filled [Cm] with love and good, [Gm] some to lose.
[D] But in the end we surrender these remains, [Cm] slowly [C] stepping on what lies [D] foremost, inside
of us something to [Cm] lose, enough to break [Gm] our nerve.
[G] [Bb]
[G]
[D] Our souls made an easy peace, [Cm] moved into [C] the brave new world, [D] it's hard for true believers
to look [Cm] back now, [Gm] realize that maybe [D] if they're grounded we'll lose the passion, because
[Cm] at the moment we're [C] debating [D] what you know, you can look pretty dumb, [Cm] standing lost [Gm] with bones.
[D] And some of us, shell-shocked still, [Cm] won't shelter [C] and do the ritual [D] the same old way,
pretending that [Cm] someone out [Gm] there cares.
[D] And some of us live in the modern world, [Cm] we give ourselves [C] to what is due [D] and harbor the
bitterness of the beat, [Cm] the daydreams of [Gm] the past.
[G] [Bb]
[G]
[D] [Eb] [C]
[D] [Cm] [Gm]
[D] [Eb] [C]
[D] [Cm] [Gm]
[D] Now that we see that there is [Cm] real, it matters not [C] what you believe [D] in, it matters less what
you [Cm] say than only what [Gm] you are.
[D] Because that is what you are.
[Eb] That is what [C] you are.
[D] That is what you are.
[Cm] [Gm] [D] [Eb] [F]
[D] [Cm] [Bb]
[D] [Eb] [C]
[D] [Cm] [Gm]
[D] [Eb] [Cm]
[D] [Cm] [Bb]
[D] [Eb] [C]
[D]
[D] [Cm] [Gm] I [D] see the strange things right about between [Cm] now and the time has [C] probably come when [D] we
should accept whatever has passed and [Cm] gone, while the [Gm] world is young.
[D] Looking back to the beginning, I [Cm] see you in flood of [C] rain, old memories, [D] sad little bits
of hurt, wounded [Cm] pride that comes [Gm] without a boot.
[D] Spent hours with our hands held [Cm] high, sure of our [C] ground, our righteousness [D] well and usual,
some to be filled [Cm] with love and good, [Gm] some to lose.
[D] But in the end we surrender these remains, [Cm] slowly [C] stepping on what lies [D] foremost, inside
of us something to [Cm] lose, enough to break [Gm] our nerve.
[G] [Bb]
[G]
[D] Our souls made an easy peace, [Cm] moved into [C] the brave new world, [D] it's hard for true believers
to look [Cm] back now, [Gm] realize that maybe [D] if they're grounded we'll lose the passion, because
[Cm] at the moment we're [C] debating [D] what you know, you can look pretty dumb, [Cm] standing lost [Gm] with bones.
[D] And some of us, shell-shocked still, [Cm] won't shelter [C] and do the ritual [D] the same old way,
pretending that [Cm] someone out [Gm] there cares.
[D] And some of us live in the modern world, [Cm] we give ourselves [C] to what is due [D] and harbor the
bitterness of the beat, [Cm] the daydreams of [Gm] the past.
[G] [Bb]
[G]
[D] [Eb] [C]
[D] [Cm] [Gm]
[D] [Eb] [C]
[D] [Cm] [Gm]
[D] Now that we see that there is [Cm] real, it matters not [C] what you believe [D] in, it matters less what
you [Cm] say than only what [Gm] you are.
[D] Because that is what you are.
[Eb] That is what [C] you are.
[D] That is what you are.
[Cm] [Gm] [D] [Eb] [F]
[D] [Cm] [Bb]
[D] [Eb] [C]
[D] [Cm] [Gm]
[D] [Eb] [Cm]
[D] [Cm] [Bb]
[D] [Eb] [C]
[D]
Key:
D
Cm
C
Gm
Eb
D
Cm
C
_ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [C] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ [Gm] I [D] see the strange things right about between [Cm] now and the time has [C] probably come when [D] we
should accept whatever has passed and [Cm] gone, while the [Gm] world is young.
[D] Looking back to the beginning, I [Cm] see you in flood of [C] rain, old memories, [D] sad little bits
of hurt, wounded [Cm] pride that comes [Gm] without a boot.
[D] Spent hours with our hands held [Cm] high, sure of our [C] ground, our righteousness [D] well and usual,
some to be filled [Cm] with love and good, [Gm] some to lose.
[D] But in the end we surrender these remains, [Cm] slowly [C] stepping on what lies [D] foremost, inside
of us something to [Cm] lose, enough to break [Gm] our nerve.
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] Our souls made an easy peace, [Cm] moved into [C] the brave new world, [D] it's hard for true believers
to look [Cm] back now, [Gm] realize that maybe [D] if they're grounded we'll lose the passion, because
[Cm] at the moment we're [C] debating [D] what you know, you can look pretty dumb, [Cm] standing lost [Gm] with bones.
[D] And some of us, shell-shocked still, [Cm] won't shelter [C] and do the ritual [D] the same old way,
pretending that [Cm] someone out [Gm] there cares.
[D] And some of us live in the modern world, [Cm] we give ourselves [C] to what is due [D] and harbor the
bitterness of the beat, [Cm] the daydreams of [Gm] the past. _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [Bb] _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [C] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ [Gm] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [C] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ [Gm] _
[D] Now that we see that there is [Cm] real, it matters not [C] what you believe [D] in, it matters less what
you [Cm] say than only what [Gm] you are.
[D] Because that is what you are.
[Eb] That is what [C] you are.
[D] That is what you are.
[Cm] _ _ [Gm] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [F] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ [Bb] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [C] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ [Gm] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Cm] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ [Bb] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [C] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ [Gm] I [D] see the strange things right about between [Cm] now and the time has [C] probably come when [D] we
should accept whatever has passed and [Cm] gone, while the [Gm] world is young.
[D] Looking back to the beginning, I [Cm] see you in flood of [C] rain, old memories, [D] sad little bits
of hurt, wounded [Cm] pride that comes [Gm] without a boot.
[D] Spent hours with our hands held [Cm] high, sure of our [C] ground, our righteousness [D] well and usual,
some to be filled [Cm] with love and good, [Gm] some to lose.
[D] But in the end we surrender these remains, [Cm] slowly [C] stepping on what lies [D] foremost, inside
of us something to [Cm] lose, enough to break [Gm] our nerve.
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] Our souls made an easy peace, [Cm] moved into [C] the brave new world, [D] it's hard for true believers
to look [Cm] back now, [Gm] realize that maybe [D] if they're grounded we'll lose the passion, because
[Cm] at the moment we're [C] debating [D] what you know, you can look pretty dumb, [Cm] standing lost [Gm] with bones.
[D] And some of us, shell-shocked still, [Cm] won't shelter [C] and do the ritual [D] the same old way,
pretending that [Cm] someone out [Gm] there cares.
[D] And some of us live in the modern world, [Cm] we give ourselves [C] to what is due [D] and harbor the
bitterness of the beat, [Cm] the daydreams of [Gm] the past. _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [Bb] _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [C] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ [Gm] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [C] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ [Gm] _
[D] Now that we see that there is [Cm] real, it matters not [C] what you believe [D] in, it matters less what
you [Cm] say than only what [Gm] you are.
[D] Because that is what you are.
[Eb] That is what [C] you are.
[D] That is what you are.
[Cm] _ _ [Gm] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [F] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ [Bb] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [C] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ [Gm] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Cm] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ [Bb] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [C] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _