Chords for TERENCE TRENT D'ARBY:AS YET UNTITLED [LIVE 1990]
Tempo:
88.2 bpm
Chords used:
G
A
D#
F#m
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G] It is a great honor and privilege for me to sing a song for you now that [A] I wrote a few years ago with Mr.
Nelson Mandela very much in [G] mind.
[D#] What is interesting and perhaps we [A] should think about is as you look [G] around you and you see people around you of different races, colors, religions, political philosophies and probably football teams.
You will see that one of the objectives Mr.
Mandela is trying to obtain is simply to be able to go back to his country and look out over a field this size and see the same thing.
The song goes something like this.
[F#m] [C]
[Gm] [G] I'm a man of my land, my land of my land.
Where the dust takes my hair, things grow green.
The flowers weep and they lean away from the bloodstained soil beneath my feet.
The thorns outnumber the petals on the rose and the darkness amplifies the sound.
A printer's ink on propaganda page that will rule your life and fuel my rage.
I tried to put my knees, but my knees were already bent.
I haven't stood like a man for such a long time.
I called on my God, but he was sleeping on that day.
But I guess I'll just have to depend on me.
Shall I tell my children if they ask of me?
Should I surrender forth [D#] my right to [G] be?
You see, my father died to leave this haunting ground.
And this same ground still haunts me.
The cool September blows the seeds away.
The harvest blown again this year.
But I'll return a stronger man.
I'll return to [C#] me [G] my homeland.
No grave shall hold my body down.
This land is still my home.
This land is still my home.
[N]
[E] [F#] [B]
Nelson Mandela very much in [G] mind.
[D#] What is interesting and perhaps we [A] should think about is as you look [G] around you and you see people around you of different races, colors, religions, political philosophies and probably football teams.
You will see that one of the objectives Mr.
Mandela is trying to obtain is simply to be able to go back to his country and look out over a field this size and see the same thing.
The song goes something like this.
[F#m] [C]
[Gm] [G] I'm a man of my land, my land of my land.
Where the dust takes my hair, things grow green.
The flowers weep and they lean away from the bloodstained soil beneath my feet.
The thorns outnumber the petals on the rose and the darkness amplifies the sound.
A printer's ink on propaganda page that will rule your life and fuel my rage.
I tried to put my knees, but my knees were already bent.
I haven't stood like a man for such a long time.
I called on my God, but he was sleeping on that day.
But I guess I'll just have to depend on me.
Shall I tell my children if they ask of me?
Should I surrender forth [D#] my right to [G] be?
You see, my father died to leave this haunting ground.
And this same ground still haunts me.
The cool September blows the seeds away.
The harvest blown again this year.
But I'll return a stronger man.
I'll return to [C#] me [G] my homeland.
No grave shall hold my body down.
This land is still my home.
This land is still my home.
[N]
[E] [F#] [B]
Key:
G
A
D#
F#m
C
G
A
D#
[G] _ It is a great honor and privilege for me to sing a song for you now that [A] I wrote a few years ago with Mr.
Nelson Mandela very much in [G] mind.
[D#] What is interesting and perhaps we [A] should think about is as you look [G] around you and you see people around you of different races, colors, religions, _ political philosophies and probably football teams.
You will see that one of the objectives Mr.
Mandela is trying to obtain is simply to be able to go back to his country and look out over a field this size and see the same thing. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ The song goes something like this.
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ [C] _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ [G] I'm a man of my land, my land of my land.
Where the dust takes my _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ hair, _ things grow green.
_ _ _ The flowers _ weep and they lean away _ _ from the bloodstained soil _ beneath my feet.
_ The _ _ thorns outnumber the petals on the rose and _ _ the darkness _ _ amplifies the _ sound. _
_ A printer's _ ink on propaganda page _ that will rule your life and fuel my _ rage.
I _ _ _ _ _ _ tried to put my knees, but my knees were already bent.
I haven't stood like a man for such a long time. _ _ _
_ I called on my God, but he was sleeping on that day.
_ _ But I guess I'll just have to depend on me. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Shall I tell my children if they ask of _ me? _ _ _
Should I surrender forth [D#] my right to [G] be?
_ _ You see, my father died to leave this haunting ground. _
_ _ And this same ground still _ haunts me. _ _ _
The cool _ _ September _ blows the seeds away.
_ The harvest blown _ again this year.
But I'll return a stronger man.
_ _ _ I'll return to [C#] me [G] my _ homeland.
_ _ _ _ No grave shall hold my _ _ _ body _ _ _ down.
This land is still my home.
_ _ This land _ is still _ _ my _ _ _ _ _ home. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ [F#] _ [B] _ _
Nelson Mandela very much in [G] mind.
[D#] What is interesting and perhaps we [A] should think about is as you look [G] around you and you see people around you of different races, colors, religions, _ political philosophies and probably football teams.
You will see that one of the objectives Mr.
Mandela is trying to obtain is simply to be able to go back to his country and look out over a field this size and see the same thing. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ The song goes something like this.
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ [C] _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ [G] I'm a man of my land, my land of my land.
Where the dust takes my _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ hair, _ things grow green.
_ _ _ The flowers _ weep and they lean away _ _ from the bloodstained soil _ beneath my feet.
_ The _ _ thorns outnumber the petals on the rose and _ _ the darkness _ _ amplifies the _ sound. _
_ A printer's _ ink on propaganda page _ that will rule your life and fuel my _ rage.
I _ _ _ _ _ _ tried to put my knees, but my knees were already bent.
I haven't stood like a man for such a long time. _ _ _
_ I called on my God, but he was sleeping on that day.
_ _ But I guess I'll just have to depend on me. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Shall I tell my children if they ask of _ me? _ _ _
Should I surrender forth [D#] my right to [G] be?
_ _ You see, my father died to leave this haunting ground. _
_ _ And this same ground still _ haunts me. _ _ _
The cool _ _ September _ blows the seeds away.
_ The harvest blown _ again this year.
But I'll return a stronger man.
_ _ _ I'll return to [C#] me [G] my _ homeland.
_ _ _ _ No grave shall hold my _ _ _ body _ _ _ down.
This land is still my home.
_ _ This land _ is still _ _ my _ _ _ _ _ home. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ [F#] _ [B] _ _