标题:Marigold
标签:总谱
艺人:Periphery
专辑:Periphery III: Select DIfficulty
制谱人:Liam Briggs - briggs.liam@gmail.com
音轨:
- Lead Vocals - 合成特效3（水晶） FX 3 (crystal)
- Backing Vocals - 合成特效3（水晶） FX 3 (crystal)
- Choir - 合成特效3（水晶） FX 3 (crystal)
- Guitar 1 - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
- Guitar 2 - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
- Guitar 3 - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
- Guitar 4 - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
- Guitar 5 - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
- Guitar 6 - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
- Strings - 合成特效3（水晶） FX 3 (crystal)
- Piano - 大钢琴 Acoustic Grand Piano
- Keyboard - 合成柔音（暖音） Pad 2 (warm)
- Bass - 指拨电贝司 Electric Bass(finger)
- Synth Drums - 敲击乐器
- Drums - 敲击乐器
注释:
Thisplaceishol-dingme.Jumpthroughtherope,let'smakeitcre-di-ble.Whenbloodallwesee,lifeisim-pos-si-ble.Ah!Thisplaceishol-dingme.Cre-di-ble.
标记:IntroVerse 1Pre-ChorusChorusInterludeVerse 2Pre-ChorusChorusInterludeBridgePre-ChorusOutro-Chorus
歌词:
Latched to this life like a death-grip,
we're sa-tis-fied with the mun- dane
and kee-ping out of sight but still,
we are young, we are young.
I'll stare the an- gels down.
Keep 'em in the back room,
shut the door and let go.
Now we stare at the grave
cold and pa-ra-lyzed,
push-ing dai- sies
while we still feel the sun-shine.
We are young, we are young.
Slip through the ma-ri-golds
and please our da-maged souls.
This place is hol-ding me.
Jump through the rope,
let's make it cre-di-ble.
When blood is all we see,
life is im-pos-si-ble.
Death is com-ing round
like a hur-ri- cane swir- ling.
We're on the clock
and the nee-dle's tur- ning.
The mi-se- ry's kil-ling me slow- ly.
Give me a spine to work it out.
You're just a-no-ther one
wan-de-ring aim-less-ly
un-til the grave.
The signs of the times are u-pon us all,
we're blee-ding for to-mor-row.
Suc-king on the mo-ther's dead tit
of sor-row, sor-row.
It's al-right, we'll learn it all be-fore we go,
snapped by the neck as we fol-low.
Chin up, tigh-ten the rope,
leave it all hol-low.
Yeah!
Death is com-ing round
like a hur-ri- cane swir- ling.
We're on the clock
and the nee-dle's tur- ning fast.
The mi-se- ry's kil-ling me slow- ly.
Give me a spine to work it out.
No fu-ne- ral, no pyre left bur- ning,
this bo-dy's dust
in the wind that's hur- ling past.
The mi-se- ry's kil-ling me slow- ly.
Give me a spine to work it out.
I guess I would just leave things
the way they are.
This place is hol-ding me.
Jump through the rope,
let's make it cre-di-ble.
When blood is all we see,
life is im-pos-si-ble.
Death is com-ing round
like a hur-ri- cane swir- ling.
We're on the clock
and the nee-dle's tur- ning fast.
The mi-se- ry's kil-ling me slow- ly.
Give me a spine to work it out.
No fu-ne- ral, no pyre left bur- ning,
this bo-dy's dust
in the wind that's hur- ling past.
The mi-se- ry's kil-ling me slow- ly.
Give me a spine to work it out.
Oh, woah, oh woah.
Oh, woah, oh woah.
Oh, woah, oh woah.
Death is com-ing round
like a hur-ri- cane swir- ling.
We're on the clock
and the nee-dle's tur- ning fast.
The mi-se- ry's kil-ling me slow- ly.
Give me a spine to work it out.
Oh, woah, oh woah.
Oh, woah, oh woah.
