Steven Patrick Morrissey, nascido em 22 de Maio de 1959 na cidade de Davyhulme, Lancashire, Inglaterra é considerado o maior letrista dos anos 80 e um dos poucos representantes do verdadeiro espírito do rock da década. Amado por muitos, odiado por outros tantos, perseguido por suas opiniões, estigmatizado, execrado, mas antes de tudo um tremendo talento. Morrissey está para os anos 80 assim como Bowie para os anos 70 e Dylan para os anos 60. Após o final do The Smiths
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!
Song: I Bury the Living Artist: Morrissey Album: Low in High School Year: 2017 Tabber: [email protected]
Intro (0:57)
Em
Intro (1:20)
Gm
Verse (1:31)
GmD A wretched outcast with no point of view FEbD What could I do? Just military service GmD I carry out the powerful vulgarian view F I scatter gloom Eb Do as I say or I'll scatter you
Prechorus (2:00)
DBb Oh, no, no, no, no, no A You can't blame me D I'm just an innocent soldier GmCm There would be no war if not for me I'm just a sweet little soldier
Bb No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no A You can't blame me D I'm just an innocent soldier
Gm Give me an order!
I'll blow up a border D Give me an order and I'll blow up your daughter
Bridge (2:36)
GmD GmGm
Verse (2:53)
GmD Call me brave, call me a peace-making hero FEbD Call me anything except what I am GmD From a class without, I haven't a clue F What the war is about EbD I haven't got a clue, have you?
Prechorus (3:22) Bb Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no A You can't blame me D I'm just an innocent soldier GmCm There would be no war if not for me I'm just a sweet little soldier Bb No, no, no, no, no A You can't blame me D After all, I'm just
GmD Duty done by the moment at hand D The moment at hand FEbD I am answerable only to Jesus Gm And with the grace of God D I will die in my own bed, if you wonder what's in my head FEb It's just the hatred for all human life DGm When I lose mine, my mother will say: "He died doing the job he loved" D But I died with a bullet to the forehead
Gm That wasn't the job I loved D That wasn't the job I loved
That wasn't the job I loved
Outro (5:18)
AbCm Funny how the war goes on F# Without our John BbEb Without our John
AbCm It's funny how the war goes on F# Without our John BbEb Without our John CmFC#Eb La la la la la la la
CmFC#BbC#Eb
Outro (6:00)
AbCm Funny how the war goes on F# Without our John BbEb Without our John
AbCm It's funny how the war goes on F# Without John BbEb Without our John CmFC#Eb La la la la la la la