Through The Barricades
Gary Kemp / Spandau Ballet: Through The Barricades (1986)
G | Em | Bm | Bm/A | Bm | C/F | C/E | C/D# | D | |
G | Em | Bm | Bm/A | Bm | |
Mother doesn't | know where love has | gone |
C | Em | F | C | |
She says it | must be youth that | keeps us feeling | strong |
G | Em | Bm | Bm/A | Bm | |
I see it in her | face that's turned to | ice |
C | Em | C | D | |
And when she | smiles she shows the | lines of sacri | fice |
C | D | G | G/F# | Em | |
And now I | know what they're | saying as our | sun be | gins to | fade |
C | Am7 | D | G | |
And we | made our love on | wasteland and | through the barri | cades. |
G | Em | Bm | Bm/A | Bm | |
Father | made my histo | ry |
C | Em | F | C | |
He thought for | what he thought would | set us somehow | free |
G | Em | Bm | Bm/A | Bm | |
They taught me | what to say in | school |
C | Em | C | D | |
I learned it | off my heart but | now that's torn in | two |
And now I know what they're saying in the music of the parade |
F | C | G | |||
And we made our love on wasteland and through the barricades | ( | saxo | fon | ) |
G | Em | Bm | Bm/A | Bm | |
Born on | different sides of | life |
C | Em | F | C | |
We feel the | same and | feel all of this | strife |
G | Em | Bm | Bm/A | Bm | |
So come to | me when I'm a | sleep |
C | Em | C | D | |
We'll cross the | lines and | dance upon the | streets. |
And now I know what they're saying as the drums begin to fade |
And we made our love on wasteland and through the barricades |
Bridge:
F | C | G | |
Oh | turn around and I'll | be there |
F | C | G | |
There's a | scar right through my | heart but I'll bear it | again |
F | C | |
Oh I | thought we were the human | race |
G | G/F# | Em | |
But we were | just another | borderline | case |
Am7 | C | D | |
And the | stars reach down and tell us there's | always one | escape. |
G | G/F# | Em | |
I don't | know where love has | gone |
C | Em | C | D | |
And in this | troubled land | desperation keeps us | strong. |
G | Bm | Em | |
Fridays | child is full of | soul |
C | Em | C | D | |
With nothing | left to lose there's | everything to | go |
And now I know what they're saying it's a terrible beat we made |
And we made our love on wasteland and through the barricades. |
And now I know what they're saying as our hearts go to their graves |
F | C | F | C | |
And we made our love on wasteland and through he barricades |