Hands Held High ukulele

Hands Held High

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INTRO: (A F#m D Bm E) 
         A 
Turn my mic up louder, 
I got to say something. 
                      G#m
Light Weight step it aside, 
when we coming. 
 F#m 
Feel it in your chest, 
your sylicals get pumping. 
People on the street, 
      E
they panic and start running. 
D 
Words on loose leaf, 
she complete coming. 
I jump on my mind, 
         C#m   
I summon the rhyme of dumping. 
Bm 
Feeling the blind, 
I promise to let the sun in. 
 E 
Sick of the dark ways, 
we march to the drumming. 
 A 
Jump when they tell us 
they want to see jumping. 
Fuck that, I want to 
G#m
see some fist pumping. 
F#m 
Risk something. 
Take backwards yours 
Say something that you know 
             E
they might attack you for 
               D 
cause I'm sick of being treated 
like I have before. 
Like a stupid standing for 
          C#m
what I'm standing for. 
          Bm 
Like this war is just like 
another brand of war. 
        E 
Like a dozen caded rich 
and an abandoned poor. 
          F#m 
Like they understand you 
in the back of the jet, 
          D 
When you can't put gas in your tank. 
                   A 
These fuckers are laughing their way 
to the bank and cashing their check 
        E           
asking you to have compassion and to have some respect. 
       F#m 
For a leader so nervous 
in unobvious ways 
       D 
Stuttering and mumbling 
for nightly news to replay 
         A 
and the rest of the world 
watching at the end of the day 
        E 
in the living room laughing 
like what do we say? 
 F#m    D     A     E     A 
Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen 
       A 
In my living room watching, 
But I am not laughing. 
'Cause when it gets tense, 
  G#m
I know what might happen. 
         F#m 
The world is cold, 
The bold men take action. 
Have to react, 
            E
To getting blown into fractions. 
D 
10 years old is something to see, 
                           C#m
Another kid my age drugged under a G 
        Bm 
Taking about and found later under a tree, 
         E 
I wonder if he thought the next one could be me. 
        A 
Do you see? 
The soldiers that are out today. 
                                     G#m
That brush the dust with bulletproof vests away. 
      F#m 
It's ironic. 
At times like this you pray, 
                               E
But a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday. 
         D 
There's bombs in the buses, bikes roads, 
                         C#m  
inside your markets,your shops, your coves, 
    Bm 
My dad, he's got a lot of fear I know 
      E 
but enough pride inside not to let that show. 
    F#m 
My brother had a book he would hold with pride 
   D 
A little red cover with a broken spine. 
        A 
On the back he hand wrote a quote inside, 
          E 
when the rich wage war, it's the poor who die. 
     F#m 
Meanwhile, the leader just talks away 
       D 
Stuttering and mumbling 
for nightly news to replay 
         A 
and the rest of the world 
watching at the end of the day 
 E 
both scared and angry 
like what do we say? 
  F#m   D     A     E     F#m 
Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen. 
      F#m                       D 
With hands held high into the skies above 
    A                   E 
The ocean opens up to swallow you (X6) 

CIFRADA POR: Júlio César Martins Santoro 

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4/21/2014

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