Chords for Propagandhi - Todays Empires, Tomorrows Ashes
Tempo:
185.15 bpm
Chords used:
A
B
E
C#
C#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E]
And [B] when they [A] leave, smash the title [E] on your dress,
but you say defeat, I don't think that's a sin.
I should gasp for air, but you don't want me to.
I'll sound some brakes, but I'll just break your face,
while you fight your panic.
But now [B] that [A] Snigdha gets hammered [E] down,
the [B] master's [A] finest, the finest [E] tool you've got,
slash on [B]
my [A] skin.
On this victory [E] comedy, I'll scream [B] and build [A] walls,
and disembodies [B] filthy.
[E] Sometimes the tides can [C#] find her [A] strange,
though [B] justice shines upon her,
send the terrified, [C#] smart, and half-dead [A] weaver,
or light a mane [E] where,
friend [B] or fearless,
[A] in front of the waters,
[E] I'll cast [B] their [A] shadows,
permanent feats, and filthy borders.
[B] [E]
[A]
[B] [E]
[G#m] But in the tunnels of [A] thee,
[C#m] the customary, that we find [A] we take,
[E] historians who found thee [A] fathers,
[C#] us who then wrought this founding [A] legacy,
the bone-broken in air,
one nation in the fist of [E] blow.
But the [B] students, the backers who learned of ratification,
[C#] the people that are common [A] painted pits,
[Bm] the stone that's fallen in feudal processions,
[C#m] the buried [A] deep in the earth,
the [E] dust and the [B] rub of [A] the
dissolution, [E] eternal [B]
[A] affair,
public
[E] liberty,
[B] someday,
[A] somewhere,
today's at [E] worst, [B] tomorrow's [A] ashes.
[B] [A]
[B] [A]
[B] [A]
[B] [A]
[B] [A]
[B] [A]
[B] [A]
[E] [A]
[E] [A]
[E]
[A]
[B]
[A]
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[N]
And [B] when they [A] leave, smash the title [E] on your dress,
but you say defeat, I don't think that's a sin.
I should gasp for air, but you don't want me to.
I'll sound some brakes, but I'll just break your face,
while you fight your panic.
But now [B] that [A] Snigdha gets hammered [E] down,
the [B] master's [A] finest, the finest [E] tool you've got,
slash on [B]
my [A] skin.
On this victory [E] comedy, I'll scream [B] and build [A] walls,
and disembodies [B] filthy.
[E] Sometimes the tides can [C#] find her [A] strange,
though [B] justice shines upon her,
send the terrified, [C#] smart, and half-dead [A] weaver,
or light a mane [E] where,
friend [B] or fearless,
[A] in front of the waters,
[E] I'll cast [B] their [A] shadows,
permanent feats, and filthy borders.
[B] [E]
[A]
[B] [E]
[G#m] But in the tunnels of [A] thee,
[C#m] the customary, that we find [A] we take,
[E] historians who found thee [A] fathers,
[C#] us who then wrought this founding [A] legacy,
the bone-broken in air,
one nation in the fist of [E] blow.
But the [B] students, the backers who learned of ratification,
[C#] the people that are common [A] painted pits,
[Bm] the stone that's fallen in feudal processions,
[C#m] the buried [A] deep in the earth,
the [E] dust and the [B] rub of [A] the
dissolution, [E] eternal [B]
[A] affair,
public
[E] liberty,
[B] someday,
[A] somewhere,
today's at [E] worst, [B] tomorrow's [A] ashes.
[B] [A]
[B] [A]
[B] [A]
[B] [A]
[B] [A]
[B] [A]
[B] [A]
[E] [A]
[E] [A]
[E]
[A]
[B]
[A]
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[N]
Key:
A
B
E
C#
C#m
A
B
E
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ And [B] when they [A] leave, smash the title [E] on your dress,
but you say defeat, I don't think that's a sin.
I should gasp for air, but you don't want me to.
I'll sound some brakes, but I'll just break your face,
while you fight your panic.
But now [B] that _ _ [A] Snigdha _ _ _ _ gets hammered [E] down,
the _ [B] _ master's [A] finest, _ _ the finest [E] tool you've got,
slash on [B] _
my [A] skin.
_ _ On this victory [E] comedy, I'll scream [B] and build [A] walls, _ _ _ _
and disembodies [B] filthy.
_ _ _ [E] Sometimes the tides can [C#] find her [A] strange,
though [B] justice shines upon her,
send the terrified, [C#] smart, and half-dead [A] weaver,
or light a mane [E] where,
_ friend [B] or _ fearless,
[A] _ _ _ _ in front of the waters,
[E] I'll cast [B] their _ [A] shadows,
permanent feats, and filthy _ borders.
[B] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G#m] _ But in the tunnels of [A] thee, _ _ _ _ _
_ [C#m] _ the customary, that we find [A] we take, _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ historians who found thee [A] _ fathers, _ _ _ _
_ [C#] us who then wrought this founding _ [A] legacy,
the bone-broken in air,
_ _ one nation in the fist of [E] blow.
_ _ But the [B] students, the backers who learned of _ ratification,
[C#] the people that are common [A] painted pits, _ _
[Bm] the stone that's fallen in feudal processions,
[C#m] the buried [A] deep in the earth,
the [E] dust and the [B] rub _ of [A] _ the _ _ _
dissolution, [E] _ _ eternal [B] _ _ _
[A] affair,
_ _ _ public _
[E] liberty,
_ _ [B] someday, _ _
_ [A] somewhere,
_ _ _ today's at [E] worst, _ _ _ [B] tomorrow's [A] ashes. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ And [B] when they [A] leave, smash the title [E] on your dress,
but you say defeat, I don't think that's a sin.
I should gasp for air, but you don't want me to.
I'll sound some brakes, but I'll just break your face,
while you fight your panic.
But now [B] that _ _ [A] Snigdha _ _ _ _ gets hammered [E] down,
the _ [B] _ master's [A] finest, _ _ the finest [E] tool you've got,
slash on [B] _
my [A] skin.
_ _ On this victory [E] comedy, I'll scream [B] and build [A] walls, _ _ _ _
and disembodies [B] filthy.
_ _ _ [E] Sometimes the tides can [C#] find her [A] strange,
though [B] justice shines upon her,
send the terrified, [C#] smart, and half-dead [A] weaver,
or light a mane [E] where,
_ friend [B] or _ fearless,
[A] _ _ _ _ in front of the waters,
[E] I'll cast [B] their _ [A] shadows,
permanent feats, and filthy _ borders.
[B] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G#m] _ But in the tunnels of [A] thee, _ _ _ _ _
_ [C#m] _ the customary, that we find [A] we take, _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ historians who found thee [A] _ fathers, _ _ _ _
_ [C#] us who then wrought this founding _ [A] legacy,
the bone-broken in air,
_ _ one nation in the fist of [E] blow.
_ _ But the [B] students, the backers who learned of _ ratification,
[C#] the people that are common [A] painted pits, _ _
[Bm] the stone that's fallen in feudal processions,
[C#m] the buried [A] deep in the earth,
the [E] dust and the [B] rub _ of [A] _ the _ _ _
dissolution, [E] _ _ eternal [B] _ _ _
[A] affair,
_ _ _ public _
[E] liberty,
_ _ [B] someday, _ _
_ [A] somewhere,
_ _ _ today's at [E] worst, _ _ _ [B] tomorrow's [A] ashes. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ [A] _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
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