Biografía:
Spear Of Destiny (S.O.D.) is a post-punk rock band formed in the 1980s lead by singer songwriter Kirk Brandon, former Theatre of Hate frontman and bassist Stan Stammers. They are best known for their single, Never Take Me Alive, which was a top 20 hit in 1987.
They had (and still have) a cult following and they have produced eleven studio albums, notably 'One Eyed Jacks' and 'World Service'. They still tour today and the studio album, Loadestone, has been very well received.
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
Without a doubt spear of destinys finest hour, (well finest 6 min minutes and 20 seconds).
The chords themselves do not do this fantastic track justice. It is difficult to lay this track out neatly
as the 'verses' are all of different lengths, so I have done it as one with the breaks in the correct places.
Intro: G A Bm Bm X4
Bm G A Bm
Nothin' happening in my life he said, lying one night in his bed
Bm G A Bm
He had enough of the job centers, like he had enough of his city and guilds
Bm G A Bm
Then his mother she cried, and he asked her why, this she said by way of reply
Bm G A Bm
Your grandaddy fought in the fourteen eighteen, your father too in fourty four
Bm G D
Now little Mickeys gonna run away and find himself a war
Bm G A Bm
Now Mickey ain't smart but Mickey ain't dumb, in fact all he wanted was to have a little fun
Bm G A Bm
He's bored with the streets and the pubs he knows and he don't want to marry the girls he knows
Bm G D
He's lived all his life in his northern town, his father ain't around
Bm A G
Mickey's leaving home, Mickey's leaving home, Mickey's leaving home
Break: Bm G A Bm X2
Bm G A Bm
Now mummas little boy went to Ulster one day, he was lucky he didn't get his legs blown away
Bm G A Bm
They gave him medals for kicking front doors in, now Mickeys grown up and he ain't laughing
Bm G A Bm
But when he was a boy, remembers less than two, the stories of the Irish that his telly told him
Bm G D
But since he went there now he ain't so sure what he's killing for
Bm A G
I wanna go home, I wanna go home, I wanna go home
Break: Bm G A Bm X4
Bm G A Bm
Now orders came through the morning that day, Mickey told mumma he's going away
Bm G A Bm
I'm going to the Falklands, I'll be back some day, please don't cry I'll write you on the way
Bm G A Bm
Mickey on deck was happy that day, laughing with his mates in the sea and spay
Bm G A Bm
They landed on a beach in the dark that night, orders were issued and machine guns barked
Bm G A Bm
Luck ran out there that day, a mine went off and Mickey was blind
Bm G A Bm
The boy felt arms lift him tenderly, they carried him to the beach then they walked away
Bm G A Bm
Mickey was lucky there that day, even though he laughs he can't explain it away
Bm G A Bm
And his mother she cried, and he asked her why, this she said by way of reply
Bm G A Bm
Your grandaddy fought in the fourteen eighteen, your father too in fourty four
Bm G D
Now little Mickeys gonna run away and find himself a war
D C# Bm A G
I wanna go home, I wanna go home, I wanna go home
Bm A G Bm A G Bm A G
I wanna go home, I wanna go home, I wanna go home, take me home
Bm
I wanna go home, home, home, home, home, home, home, home
Bm
And I wanna go home, home, home, home, home, home, home, home
Bm G Bm G
Oh home, I wanna go home, I wanna go home, I wanna go home to you my dear
The chords themselves do not do this fantastic track justice. It is difficult to lay this track out neatly
as the 'verses' are all of different lengths, so I have done it as one with the breaks in the correct places.
Intro: G A Bm Bm X4
Bm G A Bm
Nothin' happening in my life he said, lying one night in his bed
Bm G A Bm
He had enough of the job centers, like he had enough of his city and guilds
Bm G A Bm
Then his mother she cried, and he asked her why, this she said by way of reply
Bm G A Bm
Your grandaddy fought in the fourteen eighteen, your father too in fourty four
Bm G D
Now little Mickeys gonna run away and find himself a war
Bm G A Bm
Now Mickey ain't smart but Mickey ain't dumb, in fact all he wanted was to have a little fun
Bm G A Bm
He's bored with the streets and the pubs he knows and he don't want to marry the girls he knows
Bm G D
He's lived all his life in his northern town, his father ain't around
Bm A G
Mickey's leaving home, Mickey's leaving home, Mickey's leaving home
Break: Bm G A Bm X2
Bm G A Bm
Now mummas little boy went to Ulster one day, he was lucky he didn't get his legs blown away
Bm G A Bm
They gave him medals for kicking front doors in, now Mickeys grown up and he ain't laughing
Bm G A Bm
But when he was a boy, remembers less than two, the stories of the Irish that his telly told him
Bm G D
But since he went there now he ain't so sure what he's killing for
Bm A G
I wanna go home, I wanna go home, I wanna go home
Break: Bm G A Bm X4
Bm G A Bm
Now orders came through the morning that day, Mickey told mumma he's going away
Bm G A Bm
I'm going to the Falklands, I'll be back some day, please don't cry I'll write you on the way
Bm G A Bm
Mickey on deck was happy that day, laughing with his mates in the sea and spay
Bm G A Bm
They landed on a beach in the dark that night, orders were issued and machine guns barked
Bm G A Bm
Luck ran out there that day, a mine went off and Mickey was blind
Bm G A Bm
The boy felt arms lift him tenderly, they carried him to the beach then they walked away
Bm G A Bm
Mickey was lucky there that day, even though he laughs he can't explain it away
Bm G A Bm
And his mother she cried, and he asked her why, this she said by way of reply
Bm G A Bm
Your grandaddy fought in the fourteen eighteen, your father too in fourty four
Bm G D
Now little Mickeys gonna run away and find himself a war
D C# Bm A G
I wanna go home, I wanna go home, I wanna go home
Bm A G Bm A G Bm A G
I wanna go home, I wanna go home, I wanna go home, take me home
Bm
I wanna go home, home, home, home, home, home, home, home
Bm
And I wanna go home, home, home, home, home, home, home, home
Bm G Bm G
Oh home, I wanna go home, I wanna go home, I wanna go home to you my dear
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