标题:Carousel
艺人:Haken
专辑:Virus
节拍:Moderate ♩ = 200
音轨:
- Vox - 大管 Bassoon
- Backing Vox - 双簧管 Oboe
- Backing Vox - 双簧管 Oboe
- Guitar - 爵士乐电吉他 Electric Guitar (jazz)
- Guitar - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
- Guitar - 驱动音效吉他 Overdriven Guitar
- Keyboard - 合成柔音（暖音） Pad 2 (warm)
- Keyboard - 合成柔音4（合唱） Pad 4 (choir)
- Bass - 指拨电贝司 Electric Bass(finger)
- Drums - 敲击乐器
- 8 String - 驱动音效吉他 Overdriven Guitar
- 8 String - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
- Bass FX - 合成贝司2 Synth Bass 2
注释:this part is playable on a 5 string as wellbut obviously it's more comfortable on a 6 stringw/ barw/ barw/ barw/ barw/ barw/ bartap at 14th fret and release bend slowlysame idea here
标记:IntroVerseInterludeVerseChorusMain RiffBreakVerseHeavy RiffSolo 1Solo 2BridgeChorusBreakVerseInstrumentalBuild UpChorusOutro
歌词:
I've been hol-ding on too tight to let you go
Now I'm sin-king in the mi-re
Wish we could go back to how it was
But we're too close to the wi-re
Cross the line on my ho-ri-zon
Sa-pi-ens per-vade like a vi-rus
Fin-ding so-lace in i-so-la-tion
If the wolf cries "boy"
Keep calm, car-ry on
Dead a-mong the li-ving
No-thing to be-lieve in
Ma-king sin-ners of saints
All the fears un-faced
Swar-ming all a-round me like ants
As the fla-me is prised a-way from the moth
Stron-ger in their num-bers
Tur-ning on each o-ther
Is this out of our hands?
Hol-ding on too tight to let you go
I'm sin-king in the mi-re
Wish we could go back to how it was
But we're too close to the wi-re
If I give them an inch, they take a mile
Does love have to be tough?
Cruel to be ki-nd
Think of all the peo-ple you have turned your back on-
Do you mourn the lost souls from your pa-le high hor-se?
I've been hol-ding on too tight to let you go
I'm sin-king in the mi-re
Wish we could go back to how it was
But we're too close to the wi-re
Fly with-out fear of lan-ding
Wel-come in-to the fold
Not all who wan-der shall be lost
Sur-roun-ded yet some-what lone-ly
The ca-rou-sel claims its toll
Pay-ing a price, not coun-ting costs
What if the weight is lif-ted
When we are all re-newed?
When will the pen-ny ev-er drop?
Who will our bur-dens car-ry?
Who will not shed a te-ar
If our pulse should e-ver stop?
Hold on tight and ne-ver let me go
Take me back to how it was be-fo--re
Hell knows I was ho-li-er than thou
But hea-vy is the head that wears the cro--wn
