Lirik dan Chord Lagu Ricochet - David Bowie

JAKARTA, KOMPAS.com - David Bowie merupakan penyanyi legendaris asal Inggris yang memopulerkan lagu berjudul “Richochet”.

Lagu ini diciptakan oleh dirinya sendiri dan menjadi bagian dari album studio ke-15 miliknya yang bertajuk Let’s Dance.

Album yang direkam di studio Power Station (New York City) ini dirilis secara resmi pada 14 April 1983.

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Berikut ini lirik dan chord lagu “Ricochet” dari David Bowie.

A   A

D                                         G
Like weeds on a rockface waiting for the scythe
   Ab                A
Ricochet - ricochet
        D                                G
The world is on a corner waiting for jobs
   D                G
Ricochet - ricochet
                        E                                      A
Turn the holy pictures so they face the wall
A
And who can bear to be forgotten
A
And who can bear to be forgotten

A
March of flowers, march of dimes
A
These are the prisons, these are the crimes
A
Men wait for news while thousands are still asleep
A
Dreaming of tramlines factories pieces of machinery
A
Mine shafts things like that
A
March of flowers, march of dimes
A
These are the prisons, these are the crimes
A
Sound of thunder, sound of gold
A
Sound of the devil breaking parole
E
Ricochet - it's not the end of the world

D
Sound of thunder, sound of gold
G
Sound of the devil breaking parole
   E                   A
Ricochet - ricochet
D
These are the prisons, these are the crimes
G
Teaching life in a violent new way
   D                   G
Ricochet - ricochet
                        E                                       A
Turn the holy pictures so they face the wall

A
And who can bear to be forgotten
A
And who can bear to be forgotten

A
March of flowers, march of dimes
A
These are the prisons, these are the crimes
A
Early, before the sun, they struggle off to the gates
A
In their secret fearful places they see their lives
A
Unravelling before them
A
March of flowers - march of dimes
A
Sound of thunder, sound of gold
A
These are the prisons, these are the crimes
A
Sound of the devil breaking parole
E
Ricochet it's not the end of the world

A
But when they get home, damp eyed and weary
They smile and crush their children to their heaving chests
Making unfulfillable promises
For who can bear to be forgotten