Biography:
Steel Pulse is a British roots reggae band from Birmingham, England. They were the first non-Jamaican act to win the Grammy Award for Best Reggae Album for their 1986 album Babylon The Bandit.
Steel Pulse originally formed at Handsworth Wood Boys School, Birmingham, and comprised David Hinds (lead vocals, guitar), Basil Gabbidon (lead guitar, vocals) and Ronnie McQueen (bass).
However, it is Hinds who, as songwriter, has always been the engine behind Steel Pulse
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Other songs:
- A Who Responsible
- Back To My Roots
- Bad Man
- Blues Dance Raid
- Bodyguard
- Bootstraps
- Brown Eyed Girl
- Chant A Psalm
- Earth Crisis
- Find It Quick
- Handsworth Revolution
- Islands Unite
- Ku Klux Klan
- Leggo Beast
- Macka Splaff
- Man No Sober
- Prediction
- Prodigal Son
- Rally Round
- Ravers
- Reggae Fever
- Roller Skates
- Soldiers
- State Of Emergency
- Steppin Out
- Taxi Driver
- Wild Goose Chase
- Your House
Four years of hard work!
This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
...A WHO RESPONSIBLE... by Steel Pulse
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*from 'True Democracy' (1982)*
Intro:
Cm, Gm (x2)
(Spoken):
And the struggle goes on...
Cm
Verse 1:
Cm
Some say the earth will keep on turning,
Dread times are near, and I'm not joking; I a warning.
As we continue, that same old moaning,
The chosen race just keep on begging, yeah.
Chorus 1:
G# Fm
And I wanna know who, who's re-sponsible?
Cm
They don't give a damn, no, they don't give a damn, no.
Verse 2:
Cm
Mothers joy, turn to pain and hollering,
Weeping for their babes and sucklings.
Spirits of the innocent wandering, sufferation, everlasting.
Chorus 2:
G# Fm
And I wanna know who, who's re-sponsible?
G# Fm
I wanna know who, who's re-sponsible?
Cm
They don't give a damn, no, they don't give a damn, no.
Verse 3:
Cm
Oh papa, dem chest keeps on burning,
Fist clench tight, a grit dem teeth and blood is boiling.
The price is high yet they keep on paying,
The little bundles of love they are all missing.
Chorus 3:
G# Fm
I wanna know who, who's re-sponsible?
Cm
They don't give a damn, no, they don't give a damn, no.
Verse 4:
Cm
Brothers and sisters, this plight we're facing;
Get involved, problems to solve; yourselves concerning.
Divided we are so one by one we are falling,
The front-line of the battle is hottest, your duties calling.
I demand to know;
Chorus 4:
G# Fm
Who, who's re-sponsible?
G# Fm
I wanna know who, who's re-sponsible?
Cm
They don't give a damn, no, woah woah, they don't give a damn no.
Break:
Cm
Talking down South, Atlanta killings,
Talking down South, Deptford bombings.
Talking down South, Azania coming.
Coda:
Cm
They'll cut your hearts out and I'm not joking.
Turn no blind eye, brothers be willing.
Yeah the front-line of the battle is hottest, your duties calling.
(Repeat to Fade)
CHORD DIAGRAMS:
---------------
Cm Gm G# Fm
EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE
x35543 355333 466544 133111
Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2006 (clumsyband@hotmail.com)
-----------------------...............
*from 'True Democracy' (1982)*
Intro:
Cm, Gm (x2)
(Spoken):
And the struggle goes on...
Cm
Verse 1:
Cm
Some say the earth will keep on turning,
Dread times are near, and I'm not joking; I a warning.
As we continue, that same old moaning,
The chosen race just keep on begging, yeah.
Chorus 1:
G# Fm
And I wanna know who, who's re-sponsible?
Cm
They don't give a damn, no, they don't give a damn, no.
Verse 2:
Cm
Mothers joy, turn to pain and hollering,
Weeping for their babes and sucklings.
Spirits of the innocent wandering, sufferation, everlasting.
Chorus 2:
G# Fm
And I wanna know who, who's re-sponsible?
G# Fm
I wanna know who, who's re-sponsible?
Cm
They don't give a damn, no, they don't give a damn, no.
Verse 3:
Cm
Oh papa, dem chest keeps on burning,
Fist clench tight, a grit dem teeth and blood is boiling.
The price is high yet they keep on paying,
The little bundles of love they are all missing.
Chorus 3:
G# Fm
I wanna know who, who's re-sponsible?
Cm
They don't give a damn, no, they don't give a damn, no.
Verse 4:
Cm
Brothers and sisters, this plight we're facing;
Get involved, problems to solve; yourselves concerning.
Divided we are so one by one we are falling,
The front-line of the battle is hottest, your duties calling.
I demand to know;
Chorus 4:
G# Fm
Who, who's re-sponsible?
G# Fm
I wanna know who, who's re-sponsible?
Cm
They don't give a damn, no, woah woah, they don't give a damn no.
Break:
Cm
Talking down South, Atlanta killings,
Talking down South, Deptford bombings.
Talking down South, Azania coming.
Coda:
Cm
They'll cut your hearts out and I'm not joking.
Turn no blind eye, brothers be willing.
Yeah the front-line of the battle is hottest, your duties calling.
(Repeat to Fade)
CHORD DIAGRAMS:
---------------
Cm Gm G# Fm
EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE
x35543 355333 466544 133111
Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2006 (clumsyband@hotmail.com)
