Chords for Louis Dunford - The Angel (North London Forever)
Tempo:
117.4 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
Bm
G
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G]
[D]
[A]
[Bm]
As I walk these streets alone, through this borough [A] I call home
Upon the barren fields of ivory, neath the stadiums of stone
Through [D] the turned stars at the angel, see the homeless on the green
From the [D] Cali to the cross, and every [A] shithole in between
[D] Past the church, the mosque, a crack den, and the offie on the [A] corner
See [Bm] the brasses from the brothel, that pretends to be a sauna
Watch the bedlam in the bookies, see the winners and the losers
[A] Seeking solace from their sorrow, in the local battle [D] cruisers
Through the madness in the market, weathered faces [A] turn to greet ya
[Bm] Hello governor, how's your mother?
You alright son?
Be lucky [D] geezer
Double [E] by a mash and liquor, a couple rosie, liop chap
Or watch retired gangsters bicker, [F#m] every day and half his calf
The little [D] fuckers causing trouble for the causes make you [A] smile
You meet [Bm] your muckers for a couple, forget your troubles for a while
From the [G] fournil to the hemi, [D] all the faces are the same
[A] Cause the manner might be changing, but the people still remain
[D]
Move [A] London [Bm] forever, whatever [G] the weather
These streets [A] are our home, and [D] my heart will [A] leave [Bm] you never
My blood [E] will forever, run [G] through the stone
[Gm] [D]
As I walk these streets alone, through a kingdom made [A] of chrome
I [Bm] see them ripping up the cobbles, and tearing down our childhood homes
I see [D] the architecture changing, watch the history disappear
[A] And the skyline rearranging, into towers of veneer
But I [D] see the remnants of a London, that they thought they could erase
[Bm] Every time I hear the old school talk about the good old days
Or [D] every time I watch the football, and have a ruby with the lads
See an oyster selling clobber, or a [A] dealer shutting bags
It's in the single mothers juggling, a baby and a joke
In [Bm] every single brother struggling, to wind up in the dock
It's in [D] the roots and the foundations, still clinging to the land
It's in the bricks that build the moulding, [A] and cobbling that still stands
It's in [D] my family and my friends, in every crime and every fence
It's in [Bm] the roots that we inherit, when a generation ends
It's in [G] the ruins of your youth, and the faces of your past
[A] Cause the manner might be changing, but the people always last
[D]
London [Bm] forever, whatever [G] the weather
[D] These streets [A] are our home, and [D] my heart will leave [Bm] you never
My blood [E] will forever, run [G] through the stone
[Gm] [D]
[Em] [A#]
[C#m]
[B] I'm coming Say cheese Cheese
[C#]
[D]
[A]
[Bm]
As I walk these streets alone, through this borough [A] I call home
Upon the barren fields of ivory, neath the stadiums of stone
Through [D] the turned stars at the angel, see the homeless on the green
From the [D] Cali to the cross, and every [A] shithole in between
[D] Past the church, the mosque, a crack den, and the offie on the [A] corner
See [Bm] the brasses from the brothel, that pretends to be a sauna
Watch the bedlam in the bookies, see the winners and the losers
[A] Seeking solace from their sorrow, in the local battle [D] cruisers
Through the madness in the market, weathered faces [A] turn to greet ya
[Bm] Hello governor, how's your mother?
You alright son?
Be lucky [D] geezer
Double [E] by a mash and liquor, a couple rosie, liop chap
Or watch retired gangsters bicker, [F#m] every day and half his calf
The little [D] fuckers causing trouble for the causes make you [A] smile
You meet [Bm] your muckers for a couple, forget your troubles for a while
From the [G] fournil to the hemi, [D] all the faces are the same
[A] Cause the manner might be changing, but the people still remain
[D]
Move [A] London [Bm] forever, whatever [G] the weather
These streets [A] are our home, and [D] my heart will [A] leave [Bm] you never
My blood [E] will forever, run [G] through the stone
[Gm] [D]
As I walk these streets alone, through a kingdom made [A] of chrome
I [Bm] see them ripping up the cobbles, and tearing down our childhood homes
I see [D] the architecture changing, watch the history disappear
[A] And the skyline rearranging, into towers of veneer
But I [D] see the remnants of a London, that they thought they could erase
[Bm] Every time I hear the old school talk about the good old days
Or [D] every time I watch the football, and have a ruby with the lads
See an oyster selling clobber, or a [A] dealer shutting bags
It's in the single mothers juggling, a baby and a joke
In [Bm] every single brother struggling, to wind up in the dock
It's in [D] the roots and the foundations, still clinging to the land
It's in the bricks that build the moulding, [A] and cobbling that still stands
It's in [D] my family and my friends, in every crime and every fence
It's in [Bm] the roots that we inherit, when a generation ends
It's in [G] the ruins of your youth, and the faces of your past
[A] Cause the manner might be changing, but the people always last
[D]
London [Bm] forever, whatever [G] the weather
[D] These streets [A] are our home, and [D] my heart will leave [Bm] you never
My blood [E] will forever, run [G] through the stone
[Gm] [D]
[Em] [A#]
[C#m]
[B] I'm coming Say cheese Cheese
[C#]
Key:
D
A
Bm
G
E
D
A
Bm
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ As I walk these streets alone, through this borough [A] I call home
Upon the barren fields of ivory, neath the stadiums of stone
Through [D] the turned stars at the angel, see the homeless on the green
From the [D] Cali to the cross, and every [A] shithole in between
[D] Past the church, the mosque, a crack den, and the offie on the [A] corner
See [Bm] the brasses from the brothel, that pretends to be a sauna
Watch the bedlam in the bookies, see the winners and the losers
[A] Seeking solace from their sorrow, in the local battle [D] cruisers
Through the madness in the market, weathered faces [A] turn to greet ya
[Bm] Hello governor, how's your mother?
You alright son?
Be lucky [D] geezer
Double [E] by a mash and liquor, a couple rosie, liop chap
Or watch retired gangsters bicker, [F#m] every day and half his calf
The little [D] fuckers causing trouble for the causes make you [A] smile
You meet [Bm] your muckers for a couple, forget your troubles for a while
From the [G] fournil to the hemi, [D] all the faces are the same
[A] Cause the manner might be changing, but the people still remain
[D] _ _ _ _
Move [A] London _ [Bm] _ forever, _ _ _ whatever [G] the weather _ _
These streets [A] are our home, _ _ and [D] my _ heart will [A] leave [Bm] you never _ _ _
My blood [E] will forever, _ _ _ _ run [G] through the stone _ _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ As I walk these streets alone, through a kingdom made [A] of chrome
I [Bm] see them ripping up the cobbles, and tearing down our childhood homes
I see [D] the architecture changing, watch the history disappear
[A] And the skyline rearranging, into towers of veneer
But I [D] see the remnants of a London, that they thought they could erase
[Bm] Every time I hear the old school talk about the good old days
Or [D] every time I watch the football, and have a ruby with the lads
See an oyster selling clobber, or a [A] dealer shutting bags
It's in the single mothers juggling, a baby and a joke
In [Bm] every single brother struggling, to wind up in the dock
It's in [D] the roots and the foundations, still clinging to the land
It's in the bricks that build the moulding, [A] and cobbling that still stands
It's in [D] my family and my friends, in every crime and every fence
It's in [Bm] the roots that we inherit, when a generation ends
It's in [G] the ruins of your youth, and the faces of your past
[A] Cause the manner might be changing, but the people always last
[D] _ _ _
_ _ _ London [Bm] forever, _ _ _ _ whatever [G] the weather
_ _ [D] These streets [A] are our home, _ _ _ _ and [D] my _ _ heart will leave [Bm] you never _
_ _ My blood [E] will forever, _ _ _ _ run [G] through the stone _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [A#] _ _
_ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] I'm coming _ Say cheese Cheese
[C#] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ As I walk these streets alone, through this borough [A] I call home
Upon the barren fields of ivory, neath the stadiums of stone
Through [D] the turned stars at the angel, see the homeless on the green
From the [D] Cali to the cross, and every [A] shithole in between
[D] Past the church, the mosque, a crack den, and the offie on the [A] corner
See [Bm] the brasses from the brothel, that pretends to be a sauna
Watch the bedlam in the bookies, see the winners and the losers
[A] Seeking solace from their sorrow, in the local battle [D] cruisers
Through the madness in the market, weathered faces [A] turn to greet ya
[Bm] Hello governor, how's your mother?
You alright son?
Be lucky [D] geezer
Double [E] by a mash and liquor, a couple rosie, liop chap
Or watch retired gangsters bicker, [F#m] every day and half his calf
The little [D] fuckers causing trouble for the causes make you [A] smile
You meet [Bm] your muckers for a couple, forget your troubles for a while
From the [G] fournil to the hemi, [D] all the faces are the same
[A] Cause the manner might be changing, but the people still remain
[D] _ _ _ _
Move [A] London _ [Bm] _ forever, _ _ _ whatever [G] the weather _ _
These streets [A] are our home, _ _ and [D] my _ heart will [A] leave [Bm] you never _ _ _
My blood [E] will forever, _ _ _ _ run [G] through the stone _ _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ As I walk these streets alone, through a kingdom made [A] of chrome
I [Bm] see them ripping up the cobbles, and tearing down our childhood homes
I see [D] the architecture changing, watch the history disappear
[A] And the skyline rearranging, into towers of veneer
But I [D] see the remnants of a London, that they thought they could erase
[Bm] Every time I hear the old school talk about the good old days
Or [D] every time I watch the football, and have a ruby with the lads
See an oyster selling clobber, or a [A] dealer shutting bags
It's in the single mothers juggling, a baby and a joke
In [Bm] every single brother struggling, to wind up in the dock
It's in [D] the roots and the foundations, still clinging to the land
It's in the bricks that build the moulding, [A] and cobbling that still stands
It's in [D] my family and my friends, in every crime and every fence
It's in [Bm] the roots that we inherit, when a generation ends
It's in [G] the ruins of your youth, and the faces of your past
[A] Cause the manner might be changing, but the people always last
[D] _ _ _
_ _ _ London [Bm] forever, _ _ _ _ whatever [G] the weather
_ _ [D] These streets [A] are our home, _ _ _ _ and [D] my _ _ heart will leave [Bm] you never _
_ _ My blood [E] will forever, _ _ _ _ run [G] through the stone _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [A#] _ _
_ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] I'm coming _ Say cheese Cheese
[C#] _ _ _ _ _