Biography:
New Model Army are an English post-punk/alternative rock band formed in Bradford, West Yorkshire in 1980 by its lead singer and main composer Justin Sullivan. Their name was taken form Oliver Cromwell's anti-royalist military force.
New Model Army played their first gig in Bradford on October 23rd 1980. Its founding members were Justin Sullivan, Stuart Morrow and Phil Tompkins. The threesome had already been together for a couple of years in a number of Bradford bands with other musicians and singers but in the Autumn of 1980
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Other songs:
- 225
- 51St State
- Aimless Desire
- All Consuming Fire
- All Of This
- Bad Old World
- Better Than Them
- Bloodsports
- Bury The Hatchet
- Christian Militia
- Die Trying
- Drag It Down
- Drummy B
- Eleven Years
- Family Life
- Fate
- Ghost Of Your Father
- Green And Grey
- High
- Lovesongs
- Lullaby
- Lust For Power
- Marrakech
- Marrakesh
- No Pain
- No Rest
- Nothing Touches
- Notice Me
- One Of The Chosen
- Purity
- See You In Hell
- Stupid Questions
- The Charge
- The Hunt
- These Words
- Trees In Winter
- Vagabonds
- Vengeance
- White Coats
- Winter
- Wired
- Young Gifted And Skint
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From the 2007 album ‘High’
(Am C)x8
Verse 1:
G Em
Down beneath the swoosh of the turbines,
F Em
The long grass it blows in ripples,
G Em
There’s a beautiful spiral of roads,
F
That lead the lost up here.
G Em
I was watching the birds taking off,
F Em
To swoop down over the city,
G Em
They find and take just what they need,
F
And turn, turn, turn.
Chorus:
Am C
The movers move, the shakers shake,
Am C
The winners write their history,
Am C
But from high on the high hills
Am C
It all looks like nothing.
Am C
The movers move, the shakers shake,
Am C
The winners write their history,
Am C
But from high on the high hills
Am C
It all looks like nothing.
Verse 2:
G Em
That afternoon on the hustler gate,
F Em
With all the TVs flickering,
G Em
While behind the sky was moving,
F
Liquid crimson gold.
G Em
Brothers, sisters, pay no heed
F Em
To the unfaithful messengers,
G Em
For theirs is a prison world,
F
Of lies, lies, lies.
Chorus
Bridge:
D
The keening wind,
F
It blows though me, it blows through me.
D
My time it must,
F
Be almost done, be almost done.
(Am C)x4
Outro:
Am C
All these things you fear so much
Am C
Depend on angles of vision.
Am C
Down in the maze of walls,
Am C
You can’t see what’s coming,
Am C
But from high on the high hills
Am C
It all looks like nothing,
Am C
From high on the high hills
Am C (Am C)x4 D5 E5 C5 D5 (Am C)x4 D5 E5 C5 D5 Am
It all looks like nothing, nothing.
(Am C)x8
Verse 1:
G Em
Down beneath the swoosh of the turbines,
F Em
The long grass it blows in ripples,
G Em
There’s a beautiful spiral of roads,
F
That lead the lost up here.
G Em
I was watching the birds taking off,
F Em
To swoop down over the city,
G Em
They find and take just what they need,
F
And turn, turn, turn.
Chorus:
Am C
The movers move, the shakers shake,
Am C
The winners write their history,
Am C
But from high on the high hills
Am C
It all looks like nothing.
Am C
The movers move, the shakers shake,
Am C
The winners write their history,
Am C
But from high on the high hills
Am C
It all looks like nothing.
Verse 2:
G Em
That afternoon on the hustler gate,
F Em
With all the TVs flickering,
G Em
While behind the sky was moving,
F
Liquid crimson gold.
G Em
Brothers, sisters, pay no heed
F Em
To the unfaithful messengers,
G Em
For theirs is a prison world,
F
Of lies, lies, lies.
Chorus
Bridge:
D
The keening wind,
F
It blows though me, it blows through me.
D
My time it must,
F
Be almost done, be almost done.
(Am C)x4
Outro:
Am C
All these things you fear so much
Am C
Depend on angles of vision.
Am C
Down in the maze of walls,
Am C
You can’t see what’s coming,
Am C
But from high on the high hills
Am C
It all looks like nothing,
Am C
From high on the high hills
Am C (Am C)x4 D5 E5 C5 D5 (Am C)x4 D5 E5 C5 D5 Am
It all looks like nothing, nothing.
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