American Babylon Saviour Machine
by: Saviour Machine
album: Saviour Machine II
written by: Saviour Machine
from: firstname.lastname@example.org (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.
A [Dm]thousand bloody hand prints stain the [C]walls of liberty,
a [Dm]stranger hides in dreams denied, a[C]waiting his release.[Dm]
I've seen this picture be[C]fore.
I [Dm]never thought that we would end up [C]here.
When [Dm]fascism comes as an [C]angel of light
its [Dm]license parading as [C]tyranny drives forth its [Dm]son.
The [Dm]son of morning dominating [C]fears,
afflicting fallen men.
His [Dm]body highly organized; it's [C]coming into prominence[Dm]
to bear its ominious [C]warnings.
It's [Dm]in your blood to comprehend its [C]origin,
for [Dm]those who refuse to re[C]member the past are
con[Dm]demned to repeat it,
the [C]first and the last, dust to [Dm]dust...
[Dm]Histor[Bb]y is [F]his stor[C]y
and [Gm]life is laughing at its [Dm]peril.
Building [F]towers that [C]come forth in [Dm]men,
Shifting [F]powers con[C]suming us with[Dm]in,
they will [F]puzzle the a[C]postles [A]till the end.
[Dm]Enter into the [A]silence, into the [Bb]dying [C]life of A[F]me[C]ri[Dm]ca,
[C]the [Bb]brave, the [A]slave, the [Dm]grave.
The [Dm]shattered pigs [A]dying as [Bb]primitive [Gm]savages,
[A]eating their [F]flesh, they w[Bb]ill lie rotting in [A]dirt,
while a [Dm]stranger a[A]mong you has [Bb]challenged the [Gm]course
of in[A]human e[F]xistence and [Bb]alien [A]forces.
The [Dm]birth of a [A]black prince is [Bb]setting the [Gm]stage
in its [A]thriving dis[F]sension, e[Bb]xalting his [A]rank,
and the [Dm]innocent [A]man will fall [Bb]victim to [Gm]hands in the
[A]trial of the [F]truth and its [Bb]twisted re[A]versal.
The [Dm]union of [A]factions bleeds [Bb]shock to the [Gm]system,
for [A]civili[F]zation has [Bb]ended [A]today.
The tran[Dm]sitional [A]nature of [Bb]acts and so[Gm]ciety
[A]climbs in its [F]place while its [Bb]face re-cre[A]ates
un[Dm]til your [Bb]god is [F]dead.[C]
En[Gm]lighten me with your pale statues,
[Dm]face of inhibition,
and until your [Bb]reign has [F]en[C]ded, [Gm]frighten me with your
stale-taste-[Dm]tongue of inquisition.
In your [F]eyes I will [C]come forth in [Dm]men with no [F]justice,
no [C]order to de[Dm]fend,
and the [F]stone will be [C]cast a[A]gain..
[Dm]Enter into the [A]fire, into the [Bb]bloody [C]gates of A[F]me[C]ri[Dm]ca,
[C]the [Bb]great, the [A]fate, the [Dm]late.[C]