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"225" by new model army ( from the album "thunder and consolation" ) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = transcribed by : juergen bohn ( juergen . bohn@ira . uka . de ) D she stares at the screen at the little words of green Am G D tries to remember what to do next D there’s a trace of frustration that crosses her face Am G D searching for the keys she should press F and i would help her D if i only know how C F but these things are a mystery to me too D G and it seems that the corporate Am G eyes they are watching D G she fears for her job Am G and the moments are passing D G i stare at her nametag Am G and think to myself D C both you and i , we never asked D for any of this chord pattern is the same for the rest of the song so let’s take a walk up past the chemical works where the sky turns green at night and we’ll talk about bout getting away from here some difference kind of life but even in the freshest mountain air while the jet fighters practice overhead and they’re drilling these hills for uranium deposits and they’ll bury the waste for our children to inherit and though this is all done for our own benefit , i swear we never asked for any of this well this golden age of communication means everyone talks at the same time and liberty just means some freedom to exploit any weakness that you can find well turn off the tv just for a while let us whisper to each other instead and we’ll hope that the corporate ears do not listen unless we find ourselves committing some kind of treason and filed in the tapes without rhyme , without reason while they tell us that it’s all for our own protection , i swear we never asked for any of this . . . * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * not my tabs! please mail criticisms , corrections , ( more ) tabs or whatever to juergen . bohn@ira . uka . de juergen bohn * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *