Chord Gitar dan Lirik Lagu American Babylon Oleh Saviour Machine

“American Babylon”
by: Saviour Machine
album: Saviour Machine II
written by: Saviour Machine
from: kpaju@sci.fi (Kalle Paju)
(C) 1994 By the author and the composers (GEMA)

This is very beautiful song for piano, but I’m
not very good piano player so I took my guitar
and here’s the result! It’s fun to play it with
guitar too. Near the end Jeff plays some nice licks
but I don’t know yet how they actually go so here
is only the chords. I hope you enjoy it.

Intro:
Dm-C x4

A

thousand bloody hand prints stain the walls of liberty,
a stranger hides in dreams denied, awaiting his release.
I’ve seen this picture before.
I never thought that we would end up here.
When fascism comes as an angel of light
its license parading as tyranny drives forth its son.

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The

son of morning dominating fears,

afflicting fallen men.
His

body highly organized; it’s coming into prominence
to bear its ominious warnings.
It’s in your blood to comprehend its origin,
for those who refuse to remember the past are
condemned to repeat it,
the first and the last, dust to dust…

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History is his story
and life is laughing at its peril.
Building towers that come forth in men,
Shifting powers consuming us within,
they will puzzle the apostles till the end.
Enter into the silence, into the dying life of America,
the brave, the slave, the grave.

[C-Dm-C]

Dm-A-Bb-Gm-A-F-Bb-A x2

The

shattered pigs dying as primitive savages,
eating their flesh, they will lie rotting in dirt,
while a stranger among you has challenged the course
of inhuman existence and alien forces.
The birth of a black prince is setting the stage
in its thriving dissension, exalting his rank,
and the innocent man will fall victim to hands in the
trial of the truth and its twisted reversal.
The union of factions bleeds shock to the system,
for civilization has ended today.
The transitional nature of acts and society
climbs in its place while its face re-creates
until your god is dead.
Enlighten me with your pale statues,
face of inhibition,
and until your reign has ended, frighten me with your
stale-taste-tongue of inquisition.
In your eyes I will come forth in men with no justice,
no order to defend,
and the stone will be cast again..
Enter into the fire, into the bloody gates of America,
the great, the fate, the late.

[Dm-C]