Ashes In The Fall Chords by Rage Against The Machine
Tempo:
73.725 bpm
Chords used:
D
Gm
C
Ab
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Gm]
[D]
A mass of hands pressed on a walking window, ghosts of clod grass, dressed in snow-death,
feeding on hunger and glaring through the props.
Upon the food they rush slowly in the aisle, a mass of nameless at the oasis, at heights
of grace beneath the masses' hill.
Buried for drinking, the rivers water, the sea's water, the sea's water, the sea's water,
while shackled to the night air, the empty [C] well.
This [G] is the new sound, just like the old [C] sound, just like the new sound, over the new ground.
This is the new sound, just like the old sound, just like the new sound, over [N] the new ground.
[G] [D]
Break hope here, war is elsewhere, you were chosen, this is God's land, soon we'll [Gb] be free,
a bloody mixture, [D] seeds planted by our forefathers' hands.
A mass of promises, big interruption, like the pockets of a new world kings,
like swollen stomachs in appalachia, like the priest that fucked you as he whispered holy things.
A mass of tears now, transformed to stones now, chomping on suffering, groping in the sling.
Hold eyes in the [Ab] rubble of this rich forest, taking today what tomorrow never [C] brings.
This is the new sound, [G] just like the old sound, just like the new sound, over the new ground.
This is the new sound, just like the old sound, just like the new [Ab] sound, over the new [D] ground.
This is the new sound, [Gm] just like the old sound, just like the new sound, over the new ground.
Ain't the new sound, just [G] like the old sound, look [Ab] at the new sound, [Gm] over the, over the, over the [D] burning ground.
Man it's funny how the [F] faggots, round the top, get the [D] schoolboys going.
Round the top, the preachers, like the reefer, that preach goes cold.
Round the top, the schoolboys close, round [Bm] the top, [F] with [D] no suppression, like the reefer.
[C] This is the new sound, just like [Gm] the old sound, just like the new sound, over the new [C] ground.
This is the new sound, just [Gm] like the old [C] sound, just like the new sound, over the new [Gm] ground.
[D]
Like the ashes and fall.
[Ab]
[Bm]
Smile.
[D] [Ab] [D] [B] [D]
[D]
A mass of hands pressed on a walking window, ghosts of clod grass, dressed in snow-death,
feeding on hunger and glaring through the props.
Upon the food they rush slowly in the aisle, a mass of nameless at the oasis, at heights
of grace beneath the masses' hill.
Buried for drinking, the rivers water, the sea's water, the sea's water, the sea's water,
while shackled to the night air, the empty [C] well.
This [G] is the new sound, just like the old [C] sound, just like the new sound, over the new ground.
This is the new sound, just like the old sound, just like the new sound, over [N] the new ground.
[G] [D]
Break hope here, war is elsewhere, you were chosen, this is God's land, soon we'll [Gb] be free,
a bloody mixture, [D] seeds planted by our forefathers' hands.
A mass of promises, big interruption, like the pockets of a new world kings,
like swollen stomachs in appalachia, like the priest that fucked you as he whispered holy things.
A mass of tears now, transformed to stones now, chomping on suffering, groping in the sling.
Hold eyes in the [Ab] rubble of this rich forest, taking today what tomorrow never [C] brings.
This is the new sound, [G] just like the old sound, just like the new sound, over the new ground.
This is the new sound, just like the old sound, just like the new [Ab] sound, over the new [D] ground.
This is the new sound, [Gm] just like the old sound, just like the new sound, over the new ground.
Ain't the new sound, just [G] like the old sound, look [Ab] at the new sound, [Gm] over the, over the, over the [D] burning ground.
Man it's funny how the [F] faggots, round the top, get the [D] schoolboys going.
Round the top, the preachers, like the reefer, that preach goes cold.
Round the top, the schoolboys close, round [Bm] the top, [F] with [D] no suppression, like the reefer.
[C] This is the new sound, just like [Gm] the old sound, just like the new sound, over the new [C] ground.
This is the new sound, just [Gm] like the old [C] sound, just like the new sound, over the new [Gm] ground.
[D]
Like the ashes and fall.
[Ab]
[Bm]
Smile.
[D] [Ab] [D] [B] [D]
Key:
D
Gm
C
Ab
G
D
Gm
C
[Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ A mass of hands pressed on a walking window, ghosts of clod grass, dressed in snow-death,
feeding on hunger and glaring through the props.
Upon the food they rush slowly in the aisle, a mass of nameless at the oasis, at heights
of grace beneath the masses' hill.
Buried for drinking, the rivers water, the sea's water, the sea's water, the sea's water,
while shackled to the night air, the empty [C] well.
This [G] is the new sound, just like the old [C] sound, just like the new sound, over the new ground.
This is the new sound, just like the old sound, just like the new sound, over [N] the new ground.
[G] _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Break hope here, war is elsewhere, you were chosen, this is God's land, soon we'll [Gb] be free,
a bloody mixture, [D] seeds planted by our forefathers' hands.
A mass of promises, big interruption, like the pockets of a new world kings,
like swollen stomachs in appalachia, like the priest that fucked you as he whispered holy things.
A mass of tears now, transformed to stones now, chomping on suffering, groping in the sling.
Hold eyes in the [Ab] rubble of this rich forest, taking today what tomorrow never [C] brings.
This is the new sound, [G] just like the old sound, just like the new sound, over the new ground.
This is the new sound, just like the old sound, just like the new [Ab] sound, over the new [D] ground.
This is the new sound, [Gm] just like the old sound, _ just like the new sound, _ over the new ground.
Ain't the new sound, just [G] like the old sound, look [Ab] at the new sound, _ [Gm] over the, over the, over the [D] burning ground.
Man it's funny how the _ [F] faggots, round the top, get the [D] schoolboys going.
Round the top, _ _ the preachers, like the reefer, _ that preach goes cold.
Round the top, the schoolboys close, round [Bm] the top, _ [F] with [D] no suppression, like the reefer. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] This is the new sound, just like [Gm] the old sound, just like the new sound, over the new [C] ground.
This is the new sound, just [Gm] like the old [C] sound, just like the new sound, over the new [Gm] ground.
_ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Like the ashes _ and fall.
_ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Smile.
[D] _ _ _ [Ab] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ A mass of hands pressed on a walking window, ghosts of clod grass, dressed in snow-death,
feeding on hunger and glaring through the props.
Upon the food they rush slowly in the aisle, a mass of nameless at the oasis, at heights
of grace beneath the masses' hill.
Buried for drinking, the rivers water, the sea's water, the sea's water, the sea's water,
while shackled to the night air, the empty [C] well.
This [G] is the new sound, just like the old [C] sound, just like the new sound, over the new ground.
This is the new sound, just like the old sound, just like the new sound, over [N] the new ground.
[G] _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Break hope here, war is elsewhere, you were chosen, this is God's land, soon we'll [Gb] be free,
a bloody mixture, [D] seeds planted by our forefathers' hands.
A mass of promises, big interruption, like the pockets of a new world kings,
like swollen stomachs in appalachia, like the priest that fucked you as he whispered holy things.
A mass of tears now, transformed to stones now, chomping on suffering, groping in the sling.
Hold eyes in the [Ab] rubble of this rich forest, taking today what tomorrow never [C] brings.
This is the new sound, [G] just like the old sound, just like the new sound, over the new ground.
This is the new sound, just like the old sound, just like the new [Ab] sound, over the new [D] ground.
This is the new sound, [Gm] just like the old sound, _ just like the new sound, _ over the new ground.
Ain't the new sound, just [G] like the old sound, look [Ab] at the new sound, _ [Gm] over the, over the, over the [D] burning ground.
Man it's funny how the _ [F] faggots, round the top, get the [D] schoolboys going.
Round the top, _ _ the preachers, like the reefer, _ that preach goes cold.
Round the top, the schoolboys close, round [Bm] the top, _ [F] with [D] no suppression, like the reefer. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] This is the new sound, just like [Gm] the old sound, just like the new sound, over the new [C] ground.
This is the new sound, just [Gm] like the old [C] sound, just like the new sound, over the new [Gm] ground.
_ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Like the ashes _ and fall.
_ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Smile.
[D] _ _ _ [Ab] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
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