Roy Harper - Black Cloud Of Islam
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Band name | Roy Harper |
Song name | Black Cloud Of Islam |
Tab type | Chords |
Added | 06/24/2008 |
Size | 2.57 kb |
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Black Cloud Of Islam Chords by Roy Harper, # From: phillip@hgu.mrc.ac.uk Subject: CRD: Black cloud of islam. Roy Harper This is a song by Roy Harper. The lyrics are a little bit strong. It was written after Fazod Bazoft was executed for being in the wrong place at the wrong time, so he was a bit pissed off. Its directed at the use of religion to justify violence and oppression and not at the religion itself. Its a song in the classic protest fashion. Its played on n acoustic with a bit of violence to it. Strum hard and fast. If you can manage the growl that Roy gets with his voice then all the better. Phil Lord phillip@hgu.mrc.ac.uk INTRO Emin D C D G Emin D G Well Im sick to the death, G Emin C D of the news on the screen, Emin D G of the hisbullah scum, G Emin C D and jehad the obscene, whose men plant the bombs, and then live feeling free, to watch women and children, be killed on TV What kind of publicicty needs so much blood, thats not for some sad diabolical god, Ive not read the book so I cannot recite but I'll bet Salman Rushdie was just about right And the butchers who've got all this blood on their hands are the ones who need God to be stood where he stands Blessing this kidnapping murder and war, with books written hundreds of ages before And women in veils walk in paces behind it doesnt sit easy in my kind of mind, it speaks of oppression, and no other choice, than rigid reliance to the loudest voice You can but a lead bullet clean through this guitar cause Im not over joyed with the story so far sharing this world with the nutters of god, is as good as being six feet under the sod, And I am the prophet so dont believe me, Im the same as the old ones except that Im free to give you a piece of my mind which is this Your the worst of Jehova's blind witnesses with your feet in the door of the deepest abyss which is underneath the black cloud of islam