High
New Model ArmyVersion1
90
Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
( )x8
Down beneath the swoosh of the turbines,
The long grass it blows in ripples,
Theres a beautiful spiral of roads,
That lead the lost up here.
I was watching the birds taking off,
To swoop down over the city,
They find and take just what they need,
And turn, turn, turn.
The movers move, the shakers shake,
The winners write their history,
But from high on the high hills
It all looks like nothing.
The movers move, the shakers shake,
The winners write their history,
But from high on the high hills
It all looks like nothing.
That afternoon on the hustler gate,
With all the TVs flickering,
While behind the sky was moving,
Liquid crimson gold.
Brothers, sisters, pay no heed
To the unfaithful messengers,
For theirs is a prison world,
Of lies, lies, lies.
The keening wind,
It blows though me, it blows through me.
My time it must,
Be almost done, be almost done.
( )x4
All these things you fear so much
Depend on angles of vision.
Down in the maze of walls,
You cant see whats coming,
But from high on the high hills
It all looks like nothing,
From high on the high hills
( )x4 ( )x4
It all looks like nothing, nothing.
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Readable chord sheet for High by New Model Army
([Am] [C])x8 [G] Down beneath the [Em]swoosh of the turbines, [F] The long grass it b[Em]lows in ripples, [G] Theres a beautiful [Em]spiral of roads, [F] That lead the lost up here. [G] I was watching the [Em]birds taking off, To [F]swoop down over the c[Em]ity, [G] They find and take just [Em]what they need, And [F]turn, turn, turn. The [Am]movers move, the [C]shakers shake, The [Am]winners write their h[C]istory, But from [Am]high on the [C]high hills It [Am]all looks like n[C]othing. The [Am]movers move, the [C]shakers shake, The [Am]winners write their h[C]istory, But from [Am]high on the [C]high hills It [Am]all looks like n[C]othing. [G] That afternoon on the [Em]hustler gate, With a[F]ll the TVs[Em] flickering, [G] While behind the [Em]sky was moving, [F]Liquid crimson gold. [G] Brothers, sisters,[Em] pay no heed To the [F]unfaithful me[Em]ssengers, [G] For theirs is a [Em]prison world, Of [F]lies, lies, lies. [D] The keening wind, It blows though me, it [F]blows through me. [D] My time it must, Be almost [F]done, be almost done. ([Am] [C])x4 [Am]All these things you [C]fear so much De[Am]pend on angles of [C]vision. [Am] Down in the [C]maze of walls, [Am] You cant see whats [C]coming, But from [Am]high on the [C]high hills It [Am]all looks like [C]nothing, From [Am]high on the [C]high hills [Am] [C] ([Am] [C])x4 [D5] [E5] [C5] [D5] ([Am] [C])x4 [D5] [E5] [C5] [D5] [Am] It all looks like nothing, nothing.