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Date: Wed, 28 Jun 95 23:50:13 CST
From: "Ben Weiss" 
orig by Andrew Fung  
Subject: CRD: Sinead O'Connor, "Black Boys on Mopeds"

I'm sure this is in OLGA, but it's easy enough to whip up.  Sinead plays it
in B, which you can try if you're a masochist...
   Ben
(To Dave: I'd love the chords and lyrics to "Troy.")


BLACK BOYS ON MOPEDS
Sinead O'Connor
(from _I Do Not Want What I Haven't Got_)

Intro/strum pattern: D A G, with an A on the last beat before returning to
  D.  Spelled out in 3/4 time, it goes: D D D  A A A  G G G  G G A  D...

D (xx0232@1)          A (x02220@1)      GMargaret (320003@1)Thatcher on TV
           A (x02220@1) D (xx0232@1)              A (x02220@1)         GShocked (320003@1)by the deaths that took place in Beijing
A (x02220@1)   D (xx0232@1)              A (x02220@1)         GSeems (320003@1)strange that she should be offended
    A (x02220@1)  D (xx0232@1)        A (x02220@1)      GThe (320003@1)same orders are given by her

I've said this before now
You said I was childish and you'll say it now
Remember what I told you
They hated me, they will hate you

        (G)       A (x02220@1)     D (xx0232@1)      A (x02220@1)     GCHORUS: (320003@1)England's not the mythical land of Madame George and roses
                 D (xx0232@1)       A (x02220@1)           G (320003@1)       It's the home of police who kill black boys on mopeds
            D (xx0232@1)       A (x02220@1)      G (320003@1)       And I love my boy, and that's why I'm leaving
                D (xx0232@1)            A (x02220@1)                G (320003@1)       I don't want him to be aware that there's any such thing as grieving
           (hold G for extra measure, then A on last beat before verse)

Young mother down at Smith Field, 5 a.m.
Looking for food for her kids
In her arms she holds three cold babies
And the first word that they learned was "Please"

These are dangerous days
To say what you feel is to dig your own grave
Remember what I told you
If you were of the world they would love you

CHORUS

"Ooo" to fade over verse chords, end on D
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