The Police surge en Londres en 1977, año de crispación, delincuencia y paro en el Reino Unido, causas del malestar social que hizo a la juventud comenzar a adorar a cuatro chavales que gritaban, despotricaban contra la monarquía y bebían mucha cerveza (y se metían lo que no era cerveza), Los Sex Pistols. En pleno auge del movimiento punk, en el que el virtuosismo instrumental y las letras carentes de insultos y política estaban relegados a un segundo plano, eran las bandas realmente buenas las que salían adelante.
¡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!
Here's the chords to one of the Police's more punked-up songs, Landlord. I'm not sure about the B C C# D bit. I think it's more complicated than that, so I'll edit it as soon I'm sure. If not, then it must be right lol. Enjoy!
Intro: | B / / / | B / C / | | C# / / / | D / / / |
E5 all through the fast riff bit.
E7F7E7 I don't want to rent a house from you E7D#7E7 I don't know how you can expect me to E7F7E7 I ain't moving 'cause I know my rights E7 Too many homeless on the streets at night
A7A#7A7 You own a street and a block of flats A7G#7A7 You earn your living like the other rats A7A#7A7 You've no morality, what do you care A7 You deal in poverty, you buy despair
E(VII)A5D5 I ain't moving 'till the baliff comes E(VII)A5D5 I've got no weapons, gonna get me some E(VII)A5D5 I ain't moving 'till the baliff comes E(VII)A5D5BC D I've got no weapons, gonna get me so-ome
You go and call yourself a business man You're just a parasite on Pyllosan You're just a middle class middle aged shit You sold your granny for a three-penny bit
You own a street and a block of flats You earn your living like the other rats You've no morality, what do you care You deal in poverty, you buy despair
I ain't moving 'till the baliff comes I've got no weapons, gonna get me some I ain't moving 'till the baliff comes I've got no weapons, gonna get me some
I ain't moving 'till the baliff comes I've got no weapons, gonna get me some I ain't moving 'till the baliff comes I've got no weapons, gonna get me some
You go and call yourself a business man You're just a parasite on Pyllosan You're just a middle class middle aged shit You sold your granny for a three-penny bit
You own a street and a block of flats You earn your living like the other rats You've no morality, what do you care You deal in poverty, you buy despair
I ain't moving 'till the baliff comes I've got no weapons, gonna get me some I ain't moving 'till the baliff comes I've got no weapons, gonna get me some
I ain't moving 'till the baliff comes I've got no weapons, gonna get me some I ain't moving 'till the baliff comes I've got no weapons, gonna get me some
I ain't moving 'till the baliff comes I've got no weapons, gonna get me some I ain't moving 'till the baliff comes I've got no weapons, gonna get me some
BCC#D Oh no! You a landlord BCC#D You a landlord BCC#D You a landlord E(Hold) E Oh, you're my landlord!