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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BmF#mBm And when soldiers came; them say war. F#m Them said them come to make us tame, BmF#m And from that day, until now on; BmF#m We were jeered and laughed to scorn.
BmF#m Things used to be ire, (before the soldiers came), BmF#m Things used to be nice, so nice now. BmF#m Things used to be ire, (before the soldiers came), BmF#m Things used to be nice, so nice, so nice.
Chorus 1:
GA Our country them did enter, yeah, GA Troops trodding left, right and centre, (everywhere). GBm One moment at peace with nature, now victims of a massacre. G We got our spears, we got our shields, Bm But their guns were greater; prepare for a slaughter!
Interlude:
AC#m (strum C#m (x4))
Verse 2:
(n.C) Give I back I witch doctor, BmF#m Give I back I Black Ruler. BmF#m Me no want no dictator, BmF#m Me no want no tyrant on yah.
Way down in Africa, where the backra still rules, Day after day the Black Man is suffering now, Far more than when he was a slave. Is there a need for war? No. Peace my bredren; here them bawl. Bodies in mutilated condition, Faces scarred beyond recognition. Is this what Civilization means to me? Then without it, I prefer to be, so...
Verse 3:
(n.C) Give I back I witch doctor, BmF#m Give I back I Black Ruler. BmF#m Me no want no dictator, BmF#m Me no want no tyrant on yah.
BmF#mBm And when soldiers came; them say war. F#m Them said them come to make us tame, BmF#m And from that day, until now on; BmF#m We were jeered and laughed to scorn.
BmF#m Things used to be ire, (before the soldiers came), BmF#m Things used to be nice, so nice now. BmF#m Things used to be ire, (before the soldiers came), BmF#m Things used to be nice, so nice, so nice.
Chorus 1:
GA Our country them did enter, yeah, GA Troops trodding left, right and centre, (everywhere). GBm One moment at peace with nature, now victims of a massacre. G We got our spears, we got our shields, Bm But their guns were greater; prepare for a slaughter!
Interlude:
AC#m (strum C#m (x4))
Verse 2:
(n.C) Give I back I witch doctor, BmF#m Give I back I Black Ruler. BmF#m Me no want no dictator, BmF#m Me no want no tyrant on yah.
Way down in Africa, where the backra still rules, Day after day the Black Man is suffering now, Far more than when he was a slave. Is there a need for war? No. Peace my bredren; here them bawl. Bodies in mutilated condition, Faces scarred beyond recognition. Is this what Civilization means to me? Then without it, I prefer to be, so...
Verse 3:
(n.C) Give I back I witch doctor, BmF#m Give I back I Black Ruler. BmF#m Me no want no dictator, BmF#m Me no want no tyrant on yah.