New Model Army é uma banda cultuada na Inglaterra, e é considerado um dos melhores grupos que o pós-punk inglês já produziu. Combinando a força do punk rock com letras politizadas, a exemplo do que o U2 e o The Alarm faziam, e o folk rock de protesto de Billy Bragg, o New Model Army soava como poucas bandas surgidas na mesma época e no mesmo estilo. O som era aguerrido e preciso, mas aos poucos foi esmorecendo, sem perder a qualidade, dando lugar para violões
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
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From: [email protected] Subject: Re: new_model_army song: The Hunt Date: Wed, 22 May 1996 11:06:26 +0200 (CES)
THE HUNT - NEW MODEL ARMY (LP GHOST OF CAIN)
C We went into town on the Tuesday night, C Searching all the places that you hang about EC We're looking for you C In the back street cellar dive drinking clubs C In the discotheques and the garning pubs EC We're looking for you
D (V.) You will pay the price for my own sweet brother C (III.) And what he has become D (V.) And a hundred other boys and girls FG And all that you have done...
C We picked up the trail at the Seven Crowns C One of your cronies - he was doing your rounds EC We followed him C Just a silhouette figure up Market Pass C Where the headlamps shine on the broken glass EC We followed him
D Over the bridge by the old canal C Where the shadows dance on the lighted wall D He stopped to light up a cigarette FG And we dived into a doorway
[Chorus:] AGF No police, no summons, no courts of law AGF No proper procedure, no rules of war AGF No mitigating circumstance AGF No lawyers fees, no second chance
C There are larses getting trouble on their own home beat C There are old folk battered in the open street EC In this city of ours C There are eyes that see but say nothing at all C There are ears that hear but they don't recall EC In this city of ours
D So we followed your man back to your front door C And we're waiting for you outside D 'Cos not everybody here is scared of you FG Not everybody passed on the other side
[Chorus]
F (VIII.) And we could spend our whole lives waiting EB For some thunderbolt to come F (VIII.) An we could spend our whole lives waiting EB For some justice to be done FAFAF Unless we make our own
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Tabs by Juergen Bohn, [email protected] _______________________________________