Chords for Steven Tyler: Introduction Of AC/DC In Rock 'N Roll Hall Of Fame
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Our [E] 2001 Rock and Roll Hall of Fame inductee, from Aerosmith, Steven Tyler.
[A]
[N] Thank God for the power cord.
That thunder from down under that grabs you in the lower 40 and gives you the second most satisfying surge that can run through your body.
There is no greater purveyor of that power cord than ACDC.
The sparks that flew off the heavy metal of Back in Black and the primal stink behind
You shoot me out!
lit a fire in the belly of every kid that grew up born to break the rules.
And they're still out there touring.
The fire rages on.
I was talking to the guys about how they keep it going all these years and Angus told me that
Actually hold on I wrote it down.
You gotta hear [F#] this.
Angus said, look, we [N] love to rage on and over the years we put a lot of hard yakka with our no worries mate and f*** all attitude and hair like a bush pig's ass.
It's no wonder we had to give a gob full to a few bloody whingers.
It's like, wow, you know, it's like, you know I used to think I didn't understand them because I was f***ed up.
But it's not just me, right?
[A#] The journey from the [E] pubs of Australia to the stadiums of [B] the world.
ACDC became the litmus test of what rock does.
You know, does it make you clench your fist when you sing along?
Does it scare your parents to hell and piss off the neighbors?
[F#] Does it make you dance so close to the fire that you burn your feet and still don't give a rat's ass?
[N] Does it make you want to boil your sneakers and make soup out of your girlfriend's panties?
If it doesn't, then it ain't ACDC.
These guys have dedicated themselves to the majesty of the power cord.
Ignoring the spoon fed, don't bore us, get to the chorus, fickle taste of pop music.
Let's see, 1975 TNT.
1976, high voltage and dirty deeds done dirt cheap.
1977, let there be rock.
1978, powerage and if you want blood, you got it.
1979, the six million seller sensory assault highway to hell.
But just as they reached what seemed to be their creative pinnacle,
they experienced the worst kind of tragedy imaginable.
The death of the great singer Bon Scott.
But rather than collapse, they rose like a sweat soaked phoenix
from the ashes with their nerves of steel, hand in a velvet glove,
sledgehammer to the back of the head vocals of Brian Johnson.
Then came back in black, which sold a crushing 19 million.
ACDC is the ultimate middle finger aimed at the establishment.
Think about it.
The monster, meet me in the back seat, back beat.
The shredding vocals, that 100,000 megaton guitar assault.
And let's not forget about that schoolboy uniform, which begs the question,
how does such big balls get in such small pants?
So when you think of this planet,
now it may be on the highway to hell in a handbasket.
Think about how some distant future civilization will stumble upon what's left.
They may marvel at the paintings of [F#] Rembrandt.
They may gawk with wide eyed wonder at Michelangelo's David.
They may drink deeply of the panty soup.
But [N] when they throw on back in black, they will still clench their fists.
They will still piss off their neighbors and dance too close to the fire.
Then they will have wild animal sex under the light of the moon,
bathed in the tribal energies of a thousand power chords.
Here's to the holy grail of it all.
Here's to the highway to hell.
May we have as much fun there as we had getting there.
Ladies and genitals,
it is my honor on behalf of Aerosmith and every kid who's ever rocked his ass off
to induct ACDC, this night [G#] and forever, into the Rock and Roll Hall of [E] Fame.
[D] [A] [E]
[Dm] [A] [F#]
[D] [A] [N]
[D] [A] [F#]
[D] Thank you so much.
[A] In the beginning, back in 1955,
[D] men didn't know about the rock and roll show and all that jive.
The white man had the schmaltz, the black man had the blues,
but no one knew what they was [C#] gonna do, but Tchaikovsky had the news.
He said, let there be rock.
Bon Scott wrote that.
[F#] And it's a [N] real privilege to accept these awards tonight.
We'll have on stage with us Paul and Daniel,
who are Bon's nephews, who are gonna accept the award.
And just a few words, we'd just like to thank Albert Music for sticking with the boys,
Atlantic Records, Elektra, and our new record company, Epic.
I want to thank them, but mainly this award is for the fans all around the world
that have stuck by us through thick and thin.
Thanks, guys.
It's an honor to accept this award on behalf of my uncle, Bon Scott.
Thank you.
[F#]
[A]
[N] Thank God for the power cord.
That thunder from down under that grabs you in the lower 40 and gives you the second most satisfying surge that can run through your body.
There is no greater purveyor of that power cord than ACDC.
The sparks that flew off the heavy metal of Back in Black and the primal stink behind
You shoot me out!
lit a fire in the belly of every kid that grew up born to break the rules.
And they're still out there touring.
The fire rages on.
I was talking to the guys about how they keep it going all these years and Angus told me that
Actually hold on I wrote it down.
You gotta hear [F#] this.
Angus said, look, we [N] love to rage on and over the years we put a lot of hard yakka with our no worries mate and f*** all attitude and hair like a bush pig's ass.
It's no wonder we had to give a gob full to a few bloody whingers.
It's like, wow, you know, it's like, you know I used to think I didn't understand them because I was f***ed up.
But it's not just me, right?
[A#] The journey from the [E] pubs of Australia to the stadiums of [B] the world.
ACDC became the litmus test of what rock does.
You know, does it make you clench your fist when you sing along?
Does it scare your parents to hell and piss off the neighbors?
[F#] Does it make you dance so close to the fire that you burn your feet and still don't give a rat's ass?
[N] Does it make you want to boil your sneakers and make soup out of your girlfriend's panties?
If it doesn't, then it ain't ACDC.
These guys have dedicated themselves to the majesty of the power cord.
Ignoring the spoon fed, don't bore us, get to the chorus, fickle taste of pop music.
Let's see, 1975 TNT.
1976, high voltage and dirty deeds done dirt cheap.
1977, let there be rock.
1978, powerage and if you want blood, you got it.
1979, the six million seller sensory assault highway to hell.
But just as they reached what seemed to be their creative pinnacle,
they experienced the worst kind of tragedy imaginable.
The death of the great singer Bon Scott.
But rather than collapse, they rose like a sweat soaked phoenix
from the ashes with their nerves of steel, hand in a velvet glove,
sledgehammer to the back of the head vocals of Brian Johnson.
Then came back in black, which sold a crushing 19 million.
ACDC is the ultimate middle finger aimed at the establishment.
Think about it.
The monster, meet me in the back seat, back beat.
The shredding vocals, that 100,000 megaton guitar assault.
And let's not forget about that schoolboy uniform, which begs the question,
how does such big balls get in such small pants?
So when you think of this planet,
now it may be on the highway to hell in a handbasket.
Think about how some distant future civilization will stumble upon what's left.
They may marvel at the paintings of [F#] Rembrandt.
They may gawk with wide eyed wonder at Michelangelo's David.
They may drink deeply of the panty soup.
But [N] when they throw on back in black, they will still clench their fists.
They will still piss off their neighbors and dance too close to the fire.
Then they will have wild animal sex under the light of the moon,
bathed in the tribal energies of a thousand power chords.
Here's to the holy grail of it all.
Here's to the highway to hell.
May we have as much fun there as we had getting there.
Ladies and genitals,
it is my honor on behalf of Aerosmith and every kid who's ever rocked his ass off
to induct ACDC, this night [G#] and forever, into the Rock and Roll Hall of [E] Fame.
[D] [A] [E]
[Dm] [A] [F#]
[D] [A] [N]
[D] [A] [F#]
[D] Thank you so much.
[A] In the beginning, back in 1955,
[D] men didn't know about the rock and roll show and all that jive.
The white man had the schmaltz, the black man had the blues,
but no one knew what they was [C#] gonna do, but Tchaikovsky had the news.
He said, let there be rock.
Bon Scott wrote that.
[F#] And it's a [N] real privilege to accept these awards tonight.
We'll have on stage with us Paul and Daniel,
who are Bon's nephews, who are gonna accept the award.
And just a few words, we'd just like to thank Albert Music for sticking with the boys,
Atlantic Records, Elektra, and our new record company, Epic.
I want to thank them, but mainly this award is for the fans all around the world
that have stuck by us through thick and thin.
Thanks, guys.
It's an honor to accept this award on behalf of my uncle, Bon Scott.
Thank you.
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Our [E] 2001 Rock and Roll Hall of Fame inductee, from Aerosmith, Steven Tyler.
_ _ [A] _ _ _
_ [N] Thank God for the power cord. _
_ _ That thunder from down under that grabs you in the lower 40 and gives you the second most satisfying surge that can run through your body. _
There is no greater purveyor of that power cord than ACDC.
The _ _ _ _ _ sparks that flew off the heavy metal of Back in Black and the primal stink behind
You shoot me out! _ _
_ lit a fire in the belly of every kid that grew up born to break the rules.
And they're still out there touring.
The fire rages on.
_ I was talking to the guys about how they keep it going all these years and Angus told me that
Actually hold on I wrote it down.
You gotta hear [F#] this.
_ _ _ Angus said, look, we [N] love to rage on and over the years we put a lot of hard yakka with our no worries mate and f*** all attitude and hair like a bush pig's ass. _ _
It's no wonder we had to give a gob full to a few bloody whingers. _
It's like, wow, you know, it's like, you know I used to think I didn't understand them because I was f***ed up.
_ _ _ But it's not just me, right?
[A#] _ _ The journey from the [E] pubs of Australia to the stadiums of [B] the world.
_ ACDC became the litmus test of what rock does.
You know, does it make you clench your fist when you sing along?
Does it scare your parents to hell and piss off the neighbors?
[F#] Does it make you dance so close to the fire that you burn your feet and still don't give a rat's ass?
[N] Does it make you want to boil your sneakers and make soup out of your girlfriend's panties?
If _ _ it doesn't, then it ain't ACDC.
_ _ _ _ These guys have dedicated themselves to the majesty of the power cord.
Ignoring the spoon fed, don't bore us, get to the chorus, fickle taste of pop music.
_ Let's see, 1975 TNT.
_ 1976, _ high voltage and dirty deeds done dirt cheap. _ _ _
1977, let there be rock.
_ _ _ 1978, powerage and if you want blood, you got it. _ _ _ _
1979, the six million seller sensory assault highway to hell.
_ _ _ But just as they reached what seemed to be their creative pinnacle,
they experienced the worst kind of tragedy imaginable.
The death of the great singer Bon Scott. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ But rather than collapse, they rose like a sweat soaked phoenix
from the ashes with their nerves of steel, hand in a velvet glove,
sledgehammer to the back of the head vocals of Brian Johnson. _
_ _ _ _ Then came back in black, which sold a crushing 19 million.
_ _ ACDC is the ultimate middle finger aimed at the establishment.
Think about it.
The monster, meet me in the back seat, back beat.
The shredding vocals, that 100,000 megaton guitar assault.
And let's not forget about that schoolboy uniform, which begs the question,
how does such big balls get in such small pants?
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ So when you think of this planet,
now it may be on the highway to hell in a handbasket.
Think about how some distant future civilization will stumble upon what's left.
They may marvel at the paintings of [F#] Rembrandt.
They may gawk with wide eyed wonder at Michelangelo's David.
They may drink deeply of the panty soup.
But [N] when they throw on back in black, they will still clench their fists.
They will still piss off their neighbors and dance too close to the fire.
Then they will have wild animal sex under the light of the moon,
bathed in the tribal energies of a thousand power chords. _ _ _
_ _ _ Here's to the holy grail of it all.
Here's to the highway to hell.
May we have as much fun there as we had getting there.
Ladies and genitals,
it is my honor on behalf of Aerosmith and every kid who's ever rocked his ass off
to induct ACDC, this night [G#] and forever, into the Rock and Roll Hall of [E] Fame. _
[D] _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ [A] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ [A] _ [N] _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ [A] _ _ [F#] _ _ _
[D] Thank you so much.
[A] _ _ In the beginning, back in 1955,
_ [D] _ men didn't know about the rock and roll show and all that jive.
The white man had the schmaltz, the black man had the blues,
but no one knew what they was [C#] gonna do, but Tchaikovsky had the news.
He said, let there be rock.
Bon Scott wrote that.
[F#] And _ it's a [N] real privilege to accept these awards tonight.
We'll have on stage with us Paul and Daniel,
who are Bon's nephews, who are gonna accept the award. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ And just a few words, we'd just like to thank Albert Music for sticking with the boys,
_ Atlantic Records, Elektra, and our new record company, Epic.
I want to thank them, but mainly this award is for the fans all around the world
that have stuck by us through thick and thin.
Thanks, guys. _ _
_ It's an honor to accept this award on behalf of my uncle, Bon Scott.
Thank you.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _
_ [N] Thank God for the power cord. _
_ _ That thunder from down under that grabs you in the lower 40 and gives you the second most satisfying surge that can run through your body. _
There is no greater purveyor of that power cord than ACDC.
The _ _ _ _ _ sparks that flew off the heavy metal of Back in Black and the primal stink behind
You shoot me out! _ _
_ lit a fire in the belly of every kid that grew up born to break the rules.
And they're still out there touring.
The fire rages on.
_ I was talking to the guys about how they keep it going all these years and Angus told me that
Actually hold on I wrote it down.
You gotta hear [F#] this.
_ _ _ Angus said, look, we [N] love to rage on and over the years we put a lot of hard yakka with our no worries mate and f*** all attitude and hair like a bush pig's ass. _ _
It's no wonder we had to give a gob full to a few bloody whingers. _
It's like, wow, you know, it's like, you know I used to think I didn't understand them because I was f***ed up.
_ _ _ But it's not just me, right?
[A#] _ _ The journey from the [E] pubs of Australia to the stadiums of [B] the world.
_ ACDC became the litmus test of what rock does.
You know, does it make you clench your fist when you sing along?
Does it scare your parents to hell and piss off the neighbors?
[F#] Does it make you dance so close to the fire that you burn your feet and still don't give a rat's ass?
[N] Does it make you want to boil your sneakers and make soup out of your girlfriend's panties?
If _ _ it doesn't, then it ain't ACDC.
_ _ _ _ These guys have dedicated themselves to the majesty of the power cord.
Ignoring the spoon fed, don't bore us, get to the chorus, fickle taste of pop music.
_ Let's see, 1975 TNT.
_ 1976, _ high voltage and dirty deeds done dirt cheap. _ _ _
1977, let there be rock.
_ _ _ 1978, powerage and if you want blood, you got it. _ _ _ _
1979, the six million seller sensory assault highway to hell.
_ _ _ But just as they reached what seemed to be their creative pinnacle,
they experienced the worst kind of tragedy imaginable.
The death of the great singer Bon Scott. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ But rather than collapse, they rose like a sweat soaked phoenix
from the ashes with their nerves of steel, hand in a velvet glove,
sledgehammer to the back of the head vocals of Brian Johnson. _
_ _ _ _ Then came back in black, which sold a crushing 19 million.
_ _ ACDC is the ultimate middle finger aimed at the establishment.
Think about it.
The monster, meet me in the back seat, back beat.
The shredding vocals, that 100,000 megaton guitar assault.
And let's not forget about that schoolboy uniform, which begs the question,
how does such big balls get in such small pants?
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ So when you think of this planet,
now it may be on the highway to hell in a handbasket.
Think about how some distant future civilization will stumble upon what's left.
They may marvel at the paintings of [F#] Rembrandt.
They may gawk with wide eyed wonder at Michelangelo's David.
They may drink deeply of the panty soup.
But [N] when they throw on back in black, they will still clench their fists.
They will still piss off their neighbors and dance too close to the fire.
Then they will have wild animal sex under the light of the moon,
bathed in the tribal energies of a thousand power chords. _ _ _
_ _ _ Here's to the holy grail of it all.
Here's to the highway to hell.
May we have as much fun there as we had getting there.
Ladies and genitals,
it is my honor on behalf of Aerosmith and every kid who's ever rocked his ass off
to induct ACDC, this night [G#] and forever, into the Rock and Roll Hall of [E] Fame. _
[D] _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ [A] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ [A] _ [N] _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ [A] _ _ [F#] _ _ _
[D] Thank you so much.
[A] _ _ In the beginning, back in 1955,
_ [D] _ men didn't know about the rock and roll show and all that jive.
The white man had the schmaltz, the black man had the blues,
but no one knew what they was [C#] gonna do, but Tchaikovsky had the news.
He said, let there be rock.
Bon Scott wrote that.
[F#] And _ it's a [N] real privilege to accept these awards tonight.
We'll have on stage with us Paul and Daniel,
who are Bon's nephews, who are gonna accept the award. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ And just a few words, we'd just like to thank Albert Music for sticking with the boys,
_ Atlantic Records, Elektra, and our new record company, Epic.
I want to thank them, but mainly this award is for the fans all around the world
that have stuck by us through thick and thin.
Thanks, guys. _ _
_ It's an honor to accept this award on behalf of my uncle, Bon Scott.
Thank you.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _