Chords for Ghosts of Cable Street
Tempo:
145.15 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
C
Am
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
England, 1936, the grip of the Sabbath day.
In London town the only sound is a whisper in an alleyway.
Men put on their gloves and boots, have a smoke before they go.
From the west there is a horn and a, a wind about to blow.
Like cities are marching [G] to the [C] east, as it flows [G] quickly within [D] them.
[G] Dressed in the clothes of deep red blood, [D] like a gathering [G] hurricane.
This is the [C] British [G] Union, [C] with its [G] flag of black and [D] red.
[G] A flag that [C] casts a [G] shadow in [D] Berlin and in Madrid.
Listen to the sound of [Am] marching feet, [C] and the voices [D] of the ghosts of [G] Keddos to reach.
The sound of stones and patterns and [Am] the gun.
[C] With currents we [D] shout, people don't watch [G] us down.
So mile by mile [C] they come [G] on down, [C] to a place [G] called [D] Keddos to reach.
[G] Another man [C] awaiting [G] their [D] preparations are [G] gone for each.
More have become [C] so close [G] they now [C] can see [G] it that [D] spreads long.
[G] A hand raised up that way never took [D] the future in [G] it palm.
Listen to the sound of marching [Am] feet,
[Bm] [C] and the voices of [D] the ghosts of [G] Keddos to reach.
The sound of stones and patterns and [Am] the gun.
[C] With currents we [D] shout, people don't watch [G] us down.
[G]
[Em] The battle broke as the first sound of [G] batons fell.
[Em] Through the barricades passed the sound of a [G] wounded yell.
[E] Jack's bomb [Em] spread through with a chair leg made of lead.
[C] Brought down a crushing [D] blow and mostly said,
We'll [G] learn from history, generations have [D] to fight.
[G] And those who crave [C] for [G] mastery [D] must be faced down [G] on sight.
And if that means by words, by fists, [C] by [G] stones or by [D] the gun.
[G] Remember those who stood up for [D] their daughters and [G] their sons.
Listen to the sound of marching [Am] feet, [Em]
[C] and the voices of [D] the ghosts of [G] Keddos to reach.
The sound of stones and patterns and the [Am] gun.
[C] With [G] currents we [D] shout, people don't watch [G] us.
Listen to the sound of marching feet, and the voices of the ghosts of Keddos to reach.
Fists, stones, patterns [N]
and the gun.
With currents we shout, beat those black shirts down.
In London town the only sound is a whisper in an alleyway.
Men put on their gloves and boots, have a smoke before they go.
From the west there is a horn and a, a wind about to blow.
Like cities are marching [G] to the [C] east, as it flows [G] quickly within [D] them.
[G] Dressed in the clothes of deep red blood, [D] like a gathering [G] hurricane.
This is the [C] British [G] Union, [C] with its [G] flag of black and [D] red.
[G] A flag that [C] casts a [G] shadow in [D] Berlin and in Madrid.
Listen to the sound of [Am] marching feet, [C] and the voices [D] of the ghosts of [G] Keddos to reach.
The sound of stones and patterns and [Am] the gun.
[C] With currents we [D] shout, people don't watch [G] us down.
So mile by mile [C] they come [G] on down, [C] to a place [G] called [D] Keddos to reach.
[G] Another man [C] awaiting [G] their [D] preparations are [G] gone for each.
More have become [C] so close [G] they now [C] can see [G] it that [D] spreads long.
[G] A hand raised up that way never took [D] the future in [G] it palm.
Listen to the sound of marching [Am] feet,
[Bm] [C] and the voices of [D] the ghosts of [G] Keddos to reach.
The sound of stones and patterns and [Am] the gun.
[C] With currents we [D] shout, people don't watch [G] us down.
[G]
[Em] The battle broke as the first sound of [G] batons fell.
[Em] Through the barricades passed the sound of a [G] wounded yell.
[E] Jack's bomb [Em] spread through with a chair leg made of lead.
[C] Brought down a crushing [D] blow and mostly said,
We'll [G] learn from history, generations have [D] to fight.
[G] And those who crave [C] for [G] mastery [D] must be faced down [G] on sight.
And if that means by words, by fists, [C] by [G] stones or by [D] the gun.
[G] Remember those who stood up for [D] their daughters and [G] their sons.
Listen to the sound of marching [Am] feet, [Em]
[C] and the voices of [D] the ghosts of [G] Keddos to reach.
The sound of stones and patterns and the [Am] gun.
[C] With [G] currents we [D] shout, people don't watch [G] us.
Listen to the sound of marching feet, and the voices of the ghosts of Keddos to reach.
Fists, stones, patterns [N]
and the gun.
With currents we shout, beat those black shirts down.
Key:
G
D
C
Am
Em
G
D
C
_ England, _ _ _ _ 1936, the grip of the Sabbath _ day.
_ In London town the only sound is a whisper in an _ alleyway.
_ _ _ Men put on their gloves and boots, have a smoke before they go.
From the west there is a horn and a, a wind about to blow.
_ Like cities are marching [G] to the [C] east, as it flows [G] quickly within [D] _ them.
_ [G] Dressed in the clothes of deep red blood, [D] like a gathering _ [G] hurricane.
_ This is the [C] British [G] Union, [C] with its [G] flag of black and [D] red.
_ [G] A flag that [C] casts a [G] shadow in [D] Berlin and in Madrid.
_ _ Listen to the sound of [Am] marching feet, _ _ _ _ [C] and the voices [D] of the ghosts of [G] Keddos to reach.
_ _ _ _ _ _ The sound of stones and patterns and [Am] the gun. _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] With currents we [D] shout, people don't watch [G] us down.
_ _ _ _ So mile by mile [C] they come [G] on down, [C] to a place [G] called [D] Keddos to reach.
_ _ [G] Another man [C] awaiting [G] their [D] _ preparations are [G] gone for each.
_ _ More have become [C] so close [G] they now [C] can see [G] it that [D] spreads long.
_ [G] A hand raised up that way never took [D] the future in [G] it palm.
_ _ Listen to the sound of marching [Am] feet, _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ [C] and the voices of [D] the ghosts of [G] Keddos to reach. _
The _ _ _ _ sound of stones and patterns and [Am] the gun. _
_ _ _ _ [C] With currents we [D] shout, people don't watch [G] us down.
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Em] The battle broke as the first sound of [G] batons fell. _ _
_ _ _ [Em] Through the _ barricades passed the sound of a [G] wounded yell. _ _
_ _ [E] Jack's bomb [Em] spread through with a chair leg made of lead. _ _ _
_ [C] Brought down a crushing [D] blow and mostly said,
We'll [G] learn from history, _ generations have [D] to fight. _
_ [G] And those who crave [C] for [G] mastery [D] must be faced down [G] on sight. _
_ And if that means by words, by fists, [C] by [G] stones or by [D] the gun. _
_ [G] Remember those who stood up for [D] their daughters and [G] their sons.
_ Listen to the sound of marching [Am] feet, _ _ _ _ [Em] _
[C] and the voices of [D] the ghosts of [G] Keddos to reach. _ _ _ _ _
_ The sound of stones and patterns and the [Am] gun. _ _ _ _ _
[C] With [G] currents we [D] shout, people don't watch [G] us.
Listen to the sound of marching _ feet, _ _ _ _ and the voices of the ghosts of Keddos to reach. _ _ _ _ _
_ Fists, stones, patterns [N]
and the gun. _ _ _ _ _ _
With currents we shout, beat those black shirts down. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ In London town the only sound is a whisper in an _ alleyway.
_ _ _ Men put on their gloves and boots, have a smoke before they go.
From the west there is a horn and a, a wind about to blow.
_ Like cities are marching [G] to the [C] east, as it flows [G] quickly within [D] _ them.
_ [G] Dressed in the clothes of deep red blood, [D] like a gathering _ [G] hurricane.
_ This is the [C] British [G] Union, [C] with its [G] flag of black and [D] red.
_ [G] A flag that [C] casts a [G] shadow in [D] Berlin and in Madrid.
_ _ Listen to the sound of [Am] marching feet, _ _ _ _ [C] and the voices [D] of the ghosts of [G] Keddos to reach.
_ _ _ _ _ _ The sound of stones and patterns and [Am] the gun. _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] With currents we [D] shout, people don't watch [G] us down.
_ _ _ _ So mile by mile [C] they come [G] on down, [C] to a place [G] called [D] Keddos to reach.
_ _ [G] Another man [C] awaiting [G] their [D] _ preparations are [G] gone for each.
_ _ More have become [C] so close [G] they now [C] can see [G] it that [D] spreads long.
_ [G] A hand raised up that way never took [D] the future in [G] it palm.
_ _ Listen to the sound of marching [Am] feet, _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ [C] and the voices of [D] the ghosts of [G] Keddos to reach. _
The _ _ _ _ sound of stones and patterns and [Am] the gun. _
_ _ _ _ [C] With currents we [D] shout, people don't watch [G] us down.
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Em] The battle broke as the first sound of [G] batons fell. _ _
_ _ _ [Em] Through the _ barricades passed the sound of a [G] wounded yell. _ _
_ _ [E] Jack's bomb [Em] spread through with a chair leg made of lead. _ _ _
_ [C] Brought down a crushing [D] blow and mostly said,
We'll [G] learn from history, _ generations have [D] to fight. _
_ [G] And those who crave [C] for [G] mastery [D] must be faced down [G] on sight. _
_ And if that means by words, by fists, [C] by [G] stones or by [D] the gun. _
_ [G] Remember those who stood up for [D] their daughters and [G] their sons.
_ Listen to the sound of marching [Am] feet, _ _ _ _ [Em] _
[C] and the voices of [D] the ghosts of [G] Keddos to reach. _ _ _ _ _
_ The sound of stones and patterns and the [Am] gun. _ _ _ _ _
[C] With [G] currents we [D] shout, people don't watch [G] us.
Listen to the sound of marching _ feet, _ _ _ _ and the voices of the ghosts of Keddos to reach. _ _ _ _ _
_ Fists, stones, patterns [N]
and the gun. _ _ _ _ _ _
With currents we shout, beat those black shirts down. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _