Down Rodeo
Rage Against The MachineVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
fig.1
e--9--
B--9--
G--13-
D--11-
A--9--
E--9--
then:
fig. 1b
fig.2
-3b(4)r(3) 3b(4)r(3)
played four times
Fig. 3
played four times
Then this overdub w/ some weird effect
Fig.3b
play all of fig. 3 twice then play fig 3a
I am convinced that this is guitar with another weird effect, due to the
fact that all sounds on this album are made by guitar, bass, drums, and
vocals.
Fig. 4
G 7 9 o|
D 9 7 o|
The post verse is still a mystery to me, but its some variation of fig.
1
just play that, listen to the CD to get the rythym
End part (the rungs torn from the ladder...)
B | | | closing chors
G | |1212 12 12 12 12 12 |
D | 2 | it's just a | 2
A | 2 2 2 2 | quiet, peaceful dance| 2
E 0 0 0 0 0 | 0 0 0 0 | | 0
Lyrics:
So now I'm Rolling down rodeo with a shotgun
These people ain't seen a brown skin man since their grandparents
bought one
Bangin' this bolo tight on this solo flight can't fight alone
Funk the track my verbs fly like the family stone
The pen devils set the stage for the war at home
Locked without a wage ya standin' in the drop zone
The clockers born staring at an empty plate
Momma's torn hands cover her sunken face
We hungry but them belly full
The structure is set ya never change it with a ballot pull
In the ruins there's a network for the toxic rock
School yard precinct, suburb to project block
Bosses broke south for new flesh and a factory floor
The remains left chained to the powder war
Can't waste a day when the night brings a hearse
So make a move and plead the fifth 'cause ya can't plead the first
Can't waste the dy when the night brings a hearse
So now I'm rolling down rodeo with a shotgun, these people ain't seen a
brown skin man since their grand parents bought one
Bare witness to the sickest shot wwhile suckas get romantic
They ain't gonna send us camping like they did my man Fred Hampton
Still we lamping still clocking dirt for our sweat
A ballots dead so bullets what I get
A thousand years you had the tools we should be taking 'em
Fuck the G ride I want the machines that are making them
Our target straight aheadwith a room full of armed pawn to
Off the Kings out the west side at dawn
LAST PART:
The rungs torn form the ladder can't reach the tumor
One God, one market, one truth, one consumer
Just a quiet and peeceful dance for things we'll never have
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Readable chord sheet for Down Rodeo by Rage Against The Machine
fig.1 e--9-- B--9-- G--13- D--11- A--9-- E--9-- then: fig. 1b [E] [B] [G] fig.2 [E] [B] [G]-3b(4)r(3) 3b(4)r(3) played four times Fig. 3 [E] [B] [G] played four times Then this overdub w/ some weird effect Fig.3b play all of fig. 3 twice then play fig 3a I am convinced that this is guitar with another weird effect, due to the fact that all sounds on this album are made by guitar, bass, drums, and vocals. Fig. 4 G 7 9 o| D 9 7 o| The post verse is still a mystery to me, but its some variation of fig. 1 just play that, listen to the CD to get the rythym End part (the rungs torn from the ladder...) B[E] | | | closing chors G | |1212 12 12 12 12 12 | D | 2 | it's just a | 2 A | 2 2 2 2 | quiet, peaceful dance| 2 E 0 0 0 0 0 | 0 0 0 0 | | 0 Lyrics: So now I'm Rolling down rodeo with a shotgun These people ain't seen a brown skin man since their grandparents bought one Bangin' this bolo tight on this solo flight can't fight alone Funk the track my verbs fly like the family stone The pen devils set the stage for the war at home Locked without a wage ya standin' in the drop zone The clockers born staring at an empty plate Momma's torn hands cover her sunken face We hungry but them belly full The structure is set ya never change it with a ballot pull In the ruins there's a network for the toxic rock School yard precinct, suburb to project block Bosses broke south for new flesh and a factory floor The remains left chained to the powder war Can't waste a day when the night brings a hearse So make a move and plead the fifth 'cause ya can't plead the first Can't waste the dy when the night brings a hearse So now I'm rolling down rodeo with a shotgun, these people ain't seen a brown skin man since their grand parents bought one Bare witness to the sickest shot wwhile suckas get romantic They ain't gonna send us camping like they did my man Fred Hampton Still we lamping still clocking dirt for our sweat A ballots dead so bullets what I get A thousand years you had the tools we should be taking 'em Fuck the G ride I want the machines that are making them Our target straight aheadwith a room full of armed pawn to Off the Kings out the west side at dawn LAST PART: The rungs torn form the ladder can't reach the tumor One God, one market, one truth, one consumer Just a quiet and peeceful dance for things we'll never have