Chords for Roger Waters-Towers Of Faith
Tempo:
150 bpm
Chords used:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[N] [C]
[F#m] [Am]
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[Gm] The prophet reclined on the [C] golden heights,
[Am] said [C]
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this land is my land to [C] the Shiites.
[Am] I want you, oh the lonely boy.
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[G] Jehovah looked up from the sea of Galilee [Em] beneath him.
He said, [G] [Am] I see you, you thief.
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This land is [G] my land, and this land is [C] my sand, and this land is [G] my land.
Oh, the lonely [C] boy, looking [G] over his shoulder, [Gm] checking out every [E] bone in the pile.
[A] When the gates were closed, he [D] left a dollar.
[G] And the Pope rolled up in his armored [C] van,
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[C] fell on his knees and kissed the land.
[D] He
[G] said something that I did not understand.
[C] It was in Polish, and up [Am] stepped an aide.
He said, I will translate.
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His words told the [G] same.
I am the chief [Em] Jesuit.
This land is [A]
Jesus' land, and that is all
[D] there is to it.
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And in New York [G] City, this man in his [C] mohair suit, from the World Trade Center, [Am] puffed on his shiru.
[Bm] And he said, [G] well I don't care who owns the desert [C] sand.
My breath [Am]
is what the hydrocarbons [D] underneath.
[G] And the sea of battle rages round the ancient tombs, [Em] and mother nature licks her wounds.
And [Am] the lonely boy is locked in the towers of faith, and [D] nervous in the park when the gates are closed.
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[C] Who
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is in the towers of faith?
Oh, the lonely boy, [A] [Am] locked in the towers of faith.
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[Gm] The prophet reclined on the [C] golden heights,
[Am] said [C]
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this land is my land to [C] the Shiites.
[Am] I want you, oh the lonely boy.
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[G] Jehovah looked up from the sea of Galilee [Em] beneath him.
He said, [G] [Am] I see you, you thief.
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This land is [G] my land, and this land is [C] my sand, and this land is [G] my land.
Oh, the lonely [C] boy, looking [G] over his shoulder, [Gm] checking out every [E] bone in the pile.
[A] When the gates were closed, he [D] left a dollar.
[G] And the Pope rolled up in his armored [C] van,
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[C] fell on his knees and kissed the land.
[D] He
[G] said something that I did not understand.
[C] It was in Polish, and up [Am] stepped an aide.
He said, I will translate.
[D]
His words told the [G] same.
I am the chief [Em] Jesuit.
This land is [A]
Jesus' land, and that is all
[D] there is to it.
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And in New York [G] City, this man in his [C] mohair suit, from the World Trade Center, [Am] puffed on his shiru.
[Bm] And he said, [G] well I don't care who owns the desert [C] sand.
My breath [Am]
is what the hydrocarbons [D] underneath.
[G] And the sea of battle rages round the ancient tombs, [Em] and mother nature licks her wounds.
And [Am] the lonely boy is locked in the towers of faith, and [D] nervous in the park when the gates are closed.
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[C] Who
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is in the towers of faith?
Oh, the lonely boy, [A] [Am] locked in the towers of faith.
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_ _ _ [Gm] The prophet reclined on the [C] golden heights, _ _ _
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_ _ [Am] _ said _ [C] _ _
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this land is my land to [C] the _ Shiites. _ _ _ _
[Am] I want _ you, oh the lonely boy.
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_ _ [G] _ _ Jehovah looked up from the sea of Galilee [Em] beneath him. _ _
He said, _ [G] _ _ [Am] _ I see you, you thief.
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_ _ This land is [G] my land, _ and this land is [C] my sand, _ and this land is [G] my land.
_ Oh, the lonely [C] boy, _ _ _ _ looking [G] over his shoulder, _ _ _ _ [Gm] checking out every [E] bone in the pile.
_ _ [A] When the gates were closed, he _ _ _ [D] left a dollar.
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ And the Pope rolled up in his armored [C] van, _
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[C] fell on his knees and kissed the land.
_ [D] He _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] said something that I did not _ understand.
[C] _ _ It was in Polish, _ and up [Am] stepped an aide.
He said, I will translate.
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His words told the [G] same. _ _
_ I am the chief _ [Em] Jesuit.
_ _ _ This land is [A]
Jesus' land, _ and that is all _
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_ _ _ _ And in New York [G] City, _ _ _ this man in his [C] mohair suit, from the World Trade Center, [Am] puffed on his shiru.
_ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ And he said, _ [G] _ well I don't care who owns the desert [C] sand.
My breath _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _
is what the _ _ _ hydrocarbons [D] underneath. _ _ _ _
[G] And the sea of battle rages round the ancient tombs, [Em] and mother nature licks her wounds.
And [Am] the lonely boy is locked in the towers of faith, and [D] nervous in the park when the gates are closed.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Oh, _ _ the _ lonely boy, _ [A] _ _ _ _ [Am] locked _ _ in the towers of faith. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ [Gm] The prophet reclined on the [C] golden heights, _ _ _
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_ _ [Am] _ said _ [C] _ _
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this land is my land to [C] the _ Shiites. _ _ _ _
[Am] I want _ you, oh the lonely boy.
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_ _ [G] _ _ Jehovah looked up from the sea of Galilee [Em] beneath him. _ _
He said, _ [G] _ _ [Am] _ I see you, you thief.
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_ _ This land is [G] my land, _ and this land is [C] my sand, _ and this land is [G] my land.
_ Oh, the lonely [C] boy, _ _ _ _ looking [G] over his shoulder, _ _ _ _ [Gm] checking out every [E] bone in the pile.
_ _ [A] When the gates were closed, he _ _ _ [D] left a dollar.
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ And the Pope rolled up in his armored [C] van, _
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[C] fell on his knees and kissed the land.
_ [D] He _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] said something that I did not _ understand.
[C] _ _ It was in Polish, _ and up [Am] stepped an aide.
He said, I will translate.
_ [D] _ _ _ _
His words told the [G] same. _ _
_ I am the chief _ [Em] Jesuit.
_ _ _ This land is [A]
Jesus' land, _ and that is all _
[D] _ _ there is to it. _ _
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_ _ _ _ And in New York [G] City, _ _ _ this man in his [C] mohair suit, from the World Trade Center, [Am] puffed on his shiru.
_ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ And he said, _ [G] _ well I don't care who owns the desert [C] sand.
My breath _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _
is what the _ _ _ hydrocarbons [D] underneath. _ _ _ _
[G] And the sea of battle rages round the ancient tombs, [Em] and mother nature licks her wounds.
And [Am] the lonely boy is locked in the towers of faith, and [D] nervous in the park when the gates are closed.
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_ _ _ _ is _ in the towers of faith? _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Oh, _ _ the _ lonely boy, _ [A] _ _ _ _ [Am] locked _ _ in the towers of faith. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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