Title: Calm Like A Bomb
Subtitle:
Artist: Rage Against The Machine
Album: The Battle of Los Angeles
Author:
Copyright:
Tabled by: Mass_Hysterika (korey@caramail.com)
Instructions:
Notices: Intro & Solo sont en fretless uniquement pour se
rapprocher du son du CD.

Tempo: 150 BPM
Tracks: 1
Instruments:
Bars: 163

Lyric

(Feel the funk blast)
(Feel the funk blast)
Feel the funk blast
Feel the funk blast
Feel the funk blast

I be walkin' god like a dog
My narrative, fearless
My word war returns to burn
Like Baldwin home from Paris

Like steel from a furnace
I was born landless
This is the native son
Born of Zapata's guns

Stroll through the shanties
And the cities' remains
Same bodies buried hungry,
But with different last names

These vultures robbin' everything
Leave nothing but chains
They pick a point on the globe
Yes the pictures the same

There's a bank, there's a church
A myth and a hearse
A mall and a loan
A child dead at birth

There's a widow pig parrot
A rebel to tame
A white hooded judge
A syringe and a vein

And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard

Whatcha say, whatcha say, whatcha say, what!
Whatcha say, whatcha say, whatcha say, what!
Whatcha say, whatcha say, whatcha say, what!
Whatcha say, whatcha say, whatcha say, what!

Calm like a bomb
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite....)
Calm like a bomb
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite....)

This ain't subliminal
Feel the critical mass approach horizon
The pulse of the condemned
Sound off America's demisin'

The anti-myth rhythm rock shocker -
Yes I spit fire.
Hope lies in the smoldering rubble of empires.

Yes, back through the shanties
And tha cities' remains
The same bodies buried hungry
But with different last names

The vultures robbin' everyone
Leave nothing but chains
Pick a point here at home
Yes the picture's the same

There's a field full of slaves
Some corn and some debt
There's a ditch full of bodies
The check for tha rent

There's a tap, the phone
The silence of stone
The numb black screen
That be feelin' like home

And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard

Whatcha say, whatcha say, whatcha say, what!
Whatcha say, whatcha say, whatcha say, what!
Whatcha say, whatcha say, whatcha say, what!
Whatcha say, whatcha say, whatcha say, what!

Calm like a bomb
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite....)
Calm like a bomb
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite....)
Calm like a bomb
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite....)
Calm like a bomb
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite....)

Calm like a bomb
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite....)
Calm like a bomb
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite....)
Calm like a bomb
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite....)
Calm like a bomb
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite....)
Calm like a bomb

There's a mass without roofs, a prison to fill
There's a country's soul that reads, "Post no bills."
There's a strike and a line of cops outside of the mill
There's a right to obey and there's the right to kill

There's a mass without roofs, there's a prison to fill
There's a country's soul that reads, "Post no bills."
There's a strike and a line of cops outside of the mill
There's a right to obey and there's the right to kill