标题:Great God Pan
艺人:Blood Ceremony
专辑:Living with the Ancients
制谱人:sweet leave (sebastian.rauch79@gmx.de) & Robbitd
指示:If you can improve my tab: send me your correction,please .
附注:
A big THANK YOU goes out to UG user Robbitd
(robbitd@comcast.net) for editing & tweaking my tab.
I tanscribend the studio version exept for the ending
(which is inspired by this live version:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zqw5YFsudBQ ).
Cheers! Have fun.
Insecure about measures:
- 8: 4/4?
- 37/81: hard to hear
- E
节拍:♩ = 77
音轨:
- Guitar (right) - 驱动音效吉他 Overdriven Guitar
- Guitar (left) - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
- Bass --- TO DO --- - 指拨电贝司 Electric Bass(finger)
- Drums --- TO DO --- - 敲击乐器
注释:0:110:200:291:151:153:303:493:523:563:594:034:104:114:134:344:404:474:535:005:48slideslideslide6:065:34 = 6:12 liveThis is the live version of the solo.sl.slide out5:46 = 6:226:28so wie in 22?5:586:056:116:17 = 6:53This is how he plays it live.It's more interesting than the studio version.So I tabbed this live version: ------>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zqw5YFsudBQ7:110:110:200:291:151:153:594:034:4:134:344:404:474:535:00This is how he plays it live.It's more interesting than the studio version.So I tabbed this live version: ------>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zqw5YFsudBQ7:11
标记:A Intro ------ 77 bpmB 0:37 = Riff 2 x4 --- 142 bpmC1 (1:04) = Riff 3 --- 160 bpmD (1:10) = Riff 4C2 (1:22) Verse = Riff 3.5 x2E (1:45) Riff 5 x4F (1:58) = Riff 6 x4C1 (2:10) = Riff 3 x1D (2:15) = Riff4 x1C2 (2:28) = Riff 3.5 x2E (2:51) = Riff 5 x4F (3:04) = Riff 6 x3G (3:17) Break --- 70 bpmgetting slower --- 67 bpmH 3:59i (4:13) = live 4:59 --- getting fasterJ (5:06) = 5:48 Repeating LickK (5:34) Solo (live version)L (6:17) = 6:53M (6:23) = 6:59 liveN
歌词:
The skies above have darkened
The stars have aligned
We're witness to a rite of black magic design
Master of witches
King of the chaos-sphere
Pastoral god whose altar burns with
pagan fear
The Great God Pan
Born behind the stars
The ancients live again
Song of the woodlands
Pan Pipes are crying reeds
His maddened tunes will lift
the autumn leaves
We see the horned-one
We see his shape assume
The form of laughing wines and
sandalwood fumes
