The Charge
New Model ArmyVersion1
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Chords in this song
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Our history speaks in thunder from a thousand village halls
In blood and sweat and sacrifice, in honouring every call
So the forces gathered against the thorn a-piercing in their side
A brave new world is beckoning so the older world must die.
In the offices of the city, at all the tables of oak and power
The snares are laid and baited for the approaching of the hour
A hundred justifications and the presses are ready to roll
The gateways to the nation they are firmly under control
On, on, on, cried the leaders at the back
We went galloping down the blackened hills
And into the gaping trap
The bridges are burnt behind us and there's waiting guns ahead
Into the valley of death rode the brave hundreds
We called for some assistance from the friends that we had known
But this is the 1980s and we were on our own
We never felt like heroes or martyrs to a cause
Just battle-weary soldiers in a bloody civil war
The massacre now is over and the order new enshrined
While a quarter of the nation are abandoned far behind
The leaders offer the cliche words, so righteous in defeat
But no one needs morality when there isn't enough to eat
The unity bond is broken and the loyalty songs are fake
I'll screw my only brother for even a glimpse at a piece of the cake
We only cry in private here behind the shuttered glass
When we think of the charge of this brigade, the severing of the past
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Readable chord sheet for The Charge by New Model Army
[Bm] [A] [Bm] [A] Our [Bm]history speaks in thunder from a [A]thousand village halls In [Bm]blood and sweat and sacrifice, in [A]honouring every call So the [Bm]forces gathered against the thorn a-[A]piercing in their side A [Bm]brave new world is beckoning so the [A]older world must die. [Bm] [A] [Bm] [A] In the [Bm]offices of the city, at all the [A]tables of oak and power The [Bm]snares are laid and baited for the app[A]roaching of the hour A [Bm]hundred justifications and the [A]presses are ready to roll The [Bm]gateways to the nation they are [A]firmly under control [Bm]On, on, on, cried the [A]leaders at the back We went [Bm]galloping down the blackened hills And [A]into the gaping trap The [Em]bridges are burnt behind us and there's [D]waiting guns ahead [F#]Into the valley of [G]death rode the brave [Bm]hundreds [D] [G] [Bm] [D] [G] We [Bm]called for some assistance from the [A]friends that we had known But [Bm]this is the 1980s and [A]we were on our own We [Bm]never felt like heroes or [A]martyrs to a cause Just [Bm]battle-weary soldiers in a [A]bloody civil war The [C#m]massacre now is over and the order new enshrined While a [A]quarter of the nation are abandoned far behind The [C#m]leaders offer the cliche words, so righteous in defeat But [A]no one needs morality when there isn't enough to eat The [Ebm]unity bond is broken and the loyalty songs are fake I'll screw my only brother for even a glimpse at a piece of the cake We only cry in private here behind the shuttered glass When we think of the charge of this brigade, the [D]severing of the past