吉他谱信息

标题:Torture

副标题:R.I.P. Dave Brockie. An incredibly talented man who might be gone, but will never be forgotten.(吉他社www.jitashe.net)

艺人:GWAR

专辑:Battle Maximus

音轨:
  1. Balsac the Jaws of Death (Mike Derks) - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
  2. Pustulus Maximus (Brent Purgason) - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
  3. Beefcake the Mighty (Jamison Land) - 指拨电贝司 Electric Bass(finger)
  4. Jizmak Da Gusha (Brad Roberts) - 敲击乐器
  5. Extra - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
  6. Extra II - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
  7. Extra III - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
注释:

If you listen carefully, you can hear this.Not complete :/I apologize for any mistakes!The bend is either 18 or 19, but I'm pretty sure it's 18.Last bar I got :(

标记:IntroAnd in my book, Dave will always be the greatest frontman, ever.Down trapped in syntho mine number nineMe and the mutantsAre doing quite fineWe received the stimu-sprayCold as iceIt keeps us going niceThen they come for us at nightWith their gleaming metal teethTendrils from thepulsing control rodEnters my brainGives pleasure, gives painWhat could it beExcept a god?I remember the surface worldLike a dreamI remember..Green!Now the flesh has beenShredded from my armsAnd been rewoven with steelNow my body is mutilatedBut still my mind can feelThey wanna study whyI cry when I killAnd what they must doBefore I willTORTURE!Love this Chorus.They apply..TORTURE!They applyTorture of the mindTorture of the soulTorture of the bodyTorture of the mindTorture of the soulTorture of the bodyThe alarm is explodingIt is time for the arenaBut all I know truly isThat I still liveDecided by onlyThe death that I giveOr receiveDecided by gamesSensors record andReflect on the painIf my body rejects myImplanted slay mitsThey'll burn me aliveAnd recycle the bitsIt's like a mentalTractor beamTearing at my mindCan't you hear it screamUntil the nightAnd their delightThey gave me a woman then turned out the lightsUpon a glowing screenImages are seenThey watch us suck and fuckThey think that it's obsceneThey took her awayWe'll meet again one dayBut not that way, not that wayNOT THAT WAY, NOT THAT WAY!Tearing at the tractor beamPiling on the pressureLet the protons screamStimulatedCyber-slayNo purposeJust another day of..TORTURE!They applyTORTURE!They applyTorture of the mindTorture of the soulTorture of the bodyTorture of the mindTorture of the soulTorture of the bodyDave is honestly one of the most underated lyricists and musicians of all time.TheyLostTheirSoulsThey gained control!Whirling metalFest of knivesDriving needlesInto eyesAgain,I've come out aliveBut alwaysThey are in my mindWith drugs and sexThey gild my cageBy brutish actsI pay with rageBut alwaysI feel insideThey watch my thoughtsAnd see through my eyesIn the gladiatorial hivesI fightTo stay aliveTearing at theTractor beamImages withoutA screenPiling on the powerLet the protons screamCould it be a dream?Something so obscene?One day I'll dieAnd when I do I'll tryTo somehow become freeAnd take one of those things to hell with meSoloThey made me kill my sisterThey made meFucking fist herThey made me have sex with her corpseThey notedMy remorseIn the realm of the perfects..In the realm of the perfectsPerfectsIn the realm of the perfects..They noted my remorseR.I.P. Dave Brockie. We'll all miss you.
歌曲: Torture
歌词:
torture  -  gwar

down  in  syntho  mine  number  nine

me  and  the  mutants  are  doing  quite  fine

we  received  the  stimu  spray  cold  as  ice

it  keeps  us  going  nice  then  they  come  for  us  at  night

with  their  gleaming  metal  teeth

tendrils  from  the  pulsing  control  rod

enters  my  brain  gives  pleasure  gives  pain

what  could  it  be  except  a  god

i  remember  the  surface  world  like  a  dream

i  remember  green

now  the  flesh  has  been  shredded  from  my  arms

and  been  rewoven  with  steel

now  my  body  is  mutilated

but  still  my  mind  can  feel

they  wanna  study  why  i  cry  when  i  kill

and  what  they  must  do  before  i  will

torture  torture  torture

they  apply

torture  torture  torture

they  apply

torture  of  the  mind

torture  of  the  soul

torture  of  the  body

torture  of  the  mind

torture  of  the  soul

torture  of  the  body

the  alarm  is  exploding  it's  time  for  the  arena

but  all  i  know  truly  is  that  i  still  live

decided  by  only  the  death  that  i  give

or  receive  decided  by  games

sensors  record  and  reflect  on  the  pain

if  my  body  rejects  my  implanted  slay  mits

they'll  burn  me  alive  and  recycle  the  bits

it's  like  a  mental  tractor  beam

tearing  at  my  mind  can't  you  hear  it  scream

until  the  night  and  their  delight

they  gave  me  a  woman  then  turned  off  the  lights

upon  a  glowing  screen  images  are  seen

they  watch  us  suck  and  fuck

they  think  that  it's  obscene

they  took  her  away

we'll  meet  again  one  day

but  not  that  way

but  not  that  way

but  not  that  way

but  not  that  way

tearing  at  the  tractor  beam

piling  on  the  pressure  let  the  protons  scream

simulated  cyber  slay

no  purpose  just  another  day

of

torture  torture  torture

they  apply

torture  torture  torture

they  apply

torture  of  the  mind

torture  of  the  soul

torture  of  the  body

torture  of  the  mind

torture  of  the  soul

torture  of  the  body

they  lost  their  souls

they  gained  control

whirling  metal  fest  of  knives

driving  needles  into  eyes

again  i've  come  out  alive

but  always  they  are  in  my  mind

with  drugs  and  sex  they  gild  my  cage

by  brutish  acts  i  pay  with  rage

but  always  i  feel  inside

they  watch  my  thoughts

and  see  through  my  eyes

in  the  gladiatorial  hives

i  fight  to  stay  alive

tearing  at  the  tractor  beam

images  without  a  screen

piling  on  the  power  let  the  protons  scream

could  it  be  a  dream  something  so  obscene

one  day  i'll  die

and  when  i  do  i'll  try

to  somehow  become  free

and  take  one  of  the  things  to  hell  with  me

they  made  me  kill  my  sister

they  made  me  fucking  fist  her

they  made  me  have  sex  with  her  corpse

they  noted  my  remorse

in  the  realm  of  the  perfects

in  the  realm  of  the  perfects

in  the  realm  of  the  perfects

in  the  realm  of  the  perfects  perfects

in  the  realm  of  the  perfects

in  the  realm  of  the  perfects  perfects

they  noted  my  remorse  was
原谱地址:https://www.jitashe.org/tab/112132/