Аккорды U2 - Freedom for My People

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Standard Tuning
        
        E                     E    
        ...I want some freedom, for my people, I want some freedom, freedom for my
people.

        Play this until Sterling stops singing, and when the harmonica kicks in,
play and A chord. Then, right about when he starts singing again play the
E-chord part again.

	E-0---0--0-0--0
        B-0---0--2-2--0
        G-1---1--1-1--1
        D-2---2--2-2--2
        A-2---2--2-2--2
        E-0---0--0-0--0

SILVER AND GOLD

Chords
------
E:      0  2  2  1  0  0
A:      x  0  2  2  2  0
B:      x  2  4  4  4  2
A(XII): x  x 14 14 14  x

[Intro]

E

[Verse]

E
In the s*** house, a shotgun
Praying hands hold me down
Only the hunter was hunted
In this tin can town, tin can town
No stars in the black night
Looks like the sky fall down
No sun in the daylight
Looks like it's chained to the ground, chained to the ground.

[Chorus]

E
   The warden said,
     A
"The exit is sold,"
       B              E
If you want a way out
           E     A E A(XII) E A(XII) E A(XII) E
Silver and gold.

E                             A E
   Broken back to the ceiling
                         A(XII) E
Broken nose to the floor
                                    A E
I scream at the sounds, it's coming
                      A(XII) E
Crawls under the door

                                  A         E
There's a rope around my neck and there's a
                    A(XII) E
Trigger in your gun
                     A E
Jesus say something!
                A(XII)  E
I am someone! I am someone!
  A       E   A(XII)
I am someone!

E                     A
   Captains and kings in the slave ships hold
     B               E
They came to collect
Silver and gold
Silver and gold

[Guitar solo]

e-|---------------------------------------------------------------------------
B-|-12-------12-------12-------12/14-14-------14-------14-------14/15\12------
G-|----12-------12-------12----12-14----14-------14-------14----14-15-12------
D-|-------12-------12-------12-------------14-------14-------14---------------
A-|---------------------------------------------------------------------------
E-|---------------------------------------------------------------------------

e-|---------------------------------------------------------------------------
B-|-12-------12-------12-------12/14-14-------14-------14-------14/15\12-12---
G-|----12-------12-------12----12-14----14-------14-------14----14-15-12-12---
D-|-------12-------12-------12-------------14-------14-------14---------------
A-|---------------------------------------------------------------------------
E-|---------------------------------------------------------------------------

E
Seen them coming and going
Seen them captains and the kings
Seen them navy blue uniforms
                                          A(XII)  E           A(XII) E A E
Seen them bright and shiny things, bright shiny things, yeah!

                          A(XII) E
The temperature is rising
                    A E
The fever white hot
                           A(XII)          E
Mister I ain't got nothing        But it's
                     A E
More than you've got
                         A(XII) E
Chains no longer bind me
                            A E
Nor the shackles at my feet
                          A(XII) E
Outside are the prisoners
                 A        E
Inside the free, set them free
A(XII)    E   A
Set them free

E                       A
   A prize fighter in a corner is told
B                  E
Hit where it hurts -- silver and gold
Silver and gold.

[Spoken]

"Yep. Silver and gold.
This song was written in a hotel room in New York City.
Right about the time a friend of ours, little Steven,
Was pulling together a record of artists against Apartheid.
It's a song written about a man, in a shanty town outside of Johannesburg.
A man who's sick of looking down the barrel of White South Africa.
A man at the point where he is ready to take up arms against his oppressor.
A man who's lost faith in the peace makers of the West.
While they argue and while they fail to support a man like Bishop Tutu.
And his request for economic sanctions against South Africa.
Am I bugging you? I don't mean to bug ya'.
Okay Edge, play the blues."
Но если и музыка нас оставит, что будет тогда с нашим миром? (Гоголь)
Мы стремимся к созданию контента, соответствующего всем нормам законодательства и уважающего интеллектуальную собственность. Мы также придаем большое значение тому, чтобы не задеть никого и не оскорбить чьи-либо чувства. Если у вас есть вопросы или претензии по размещенному материалу, пожалуйста, сообщите нам об этом на указанный адрес электронной почты: [email protected].
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