London Stone
Bevis FrondVersion1
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Chords in this song
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D-DU-UDU
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Fare thee well, old city, these changes no one needs,
Your office blocks stand empty, whose walls reflect our greed.
We swept away your markets, we lost the Walbrook pipes,
We build on open spaces
We spit upon your lives.
Oh God Bless Rainham Marshes, to fight the bricks and steel
A pox on those whose profit sees them
Pouring concrete spew where once were fields,
Once were fields.
Once were fields.
Still in quiet corners the dead are sleeping sound,
Behind the broken hoardings, yours for just one pound.
They'll move the bones discreetly, and stack the gravestones well,
And once a year you'll earn the right to see your father's consecrated hell,
Consecrated Hell
Consecrated Hell
The air is getting thinner, the cars are slowing down,
The dogs are going hungry, I love my fair hometown
My heart is hanging heavy, don't leave me on my own,
'Cos when I die, I'll need a friend
To carve my name and dates in London Stone,
London Stone.
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Readable chord sheet for London Stone by Bevis Frond
[Em]/ / [D]/ / [C]/ / [D]/ / [4x] [Em]Fare thee [C]well, old c[G]ity[D], these c[Em]hanges [C]no one [Bm]needs, Your o[Em]ffice b[C]locks stand e[G]mpty[D], whose w[Em]alls refl[C]ect our g[B5]reed[A5]. [G] [F#5] We s[Em]wept aw[C]ay your ma[G]rkets[D], we l[Em]ost the Wa[C]lbrook p[Bm]ipes, We b[Em]uild on o[C]pen sp[Bm]aces[D] We s[Em]pit upon [C]your l[B5]ives[A5]. [G] [F#5] Oh G[C]od Bless Ra[G]inham M[Bm]arshes, to f[C]ight the b[G]ricks and s[Bm]teel A p[C]ox on t[G]hose whose p[Am]rofit [Em]sees them Po[Bm]uring concrete s[C]pew where o[D]nce were f[Em]ields,[D] [C] [D] Once were fi[Em]elds. [D] [C] Once were fi[Em]elds. [D] [C] [Em] [D] [C] Still in quiet corners the dead are sleeping sound, Behind the broken hoardings, yours for just one pound. They'll move the bones discreetly, and stack the gravestones well, And once a year you'll earn the right to see your father's consecrated hell, Consecrated Hell Consecrated Hell The air is getting thinner, the cars are slowing down, The dogs are going hungry, I love my fair hometown My heart is hanging heavy, don't leave me on my own, 'Cos when I die, I'll need a friend To carve my name and dates in London Stone, London Stone.