The Last Internationale es un power trio con base en New York City que esta conquistando notoriedad internacional gracias a sus explosivos e impredecibles directos. Distorsionando continuamente las líneas entre el Folk, el Blues, el rock n roll y el punk, su estilo ecléctico rompe todos los limites musicales y podría definirse así: Melodías obsesivas, botas que pisan fuerte, “backbeats” sin adornos, chirriantes solos de guitarra, gritos primordiales
¡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!
SONG: LIFE, LIBERTY, AND THE PURSUIT OF INDIAN BLOOD (ACOUSTIC VERSION) ARTIST: THE LAST INTERNATIONALE VIDEO: https://youtu.be/Sk790no3yj8 KISW ROCK 99.9 FM - SEPT. 23rd , 2014 TAB BY: DON CZARSKI EMAIL: [email protected]
NOTE: All chords are played as barre chords. The F chord is played on both the 8th fret and the 1st fret. Watch the video to see when each is played. Lastly, each chord is basically a slide From the one chord into the next however, I did not continue To indicate it with sl. As I believe it made the tab too Jumbled looking. Again, watch the video of him playing the song. (PM) means to Palm Mute all strings.
LIFE, LIBERTY, AND THE PURSUIT OF INDIAN BLOOD (ACOUSTIC VERSION) THE LAST INTERNATIONALE
INTRO: sl. sl. sl. C / D (PM) C / D (PM) C / D (PM)
VERSE:
Follow me, love sl. C / D (PM) Into tomorrow
We'll leave behind sl. C / D (PM) Our pains and sorrow
We won't walk sl. C / D (PM) With Pizzaro
Follow the man with the CDDDF Flaming arrow!
CDDDF Blood CDDDF Blood CGGGFFDDDF Blood
CDDDF Blood CDDDF Blood CGGGFF Blood
INSTRUMENTAL: DFDC
VERSE: D Ooh, Come on love F I know you want to D Reclaim the streets C With the Berlin statue
D We'll burn the streets F Regrow the forest D We'll rob the richest C Give to the poorest!
sl. D (PM) C / D (PM) Come on love sl. sl. sl. C / DC / DC / DDDDDDD Come on love Woh yeeeeeeeeeeah
CHORUS: F I don't need it GD I don't want to build another yeah F Don't love it GDAA I won't need to find another woah
VERSE: DF When the sun sets down D When the sun sets down CD Gunpowder will wash the streets F With Indian blood D And the seeds of revolution C Will grow tight around our D Children's necks, like nooses, F That are used to keep the slaves DC In check, in chains D And decades later F You still can't figure out why DC It still remains the same