标题:Haunted (Instrumental Remix)
艺人:Type O Negative
作词:Steele
制谱人:PelzR
附注:
This is the longer Instrumental Mix of Haunted by Type
O Negative. This is NOT the album version. The
instrumental remix based on the "Per Version" of
Haunted (you can find this version on the "Life Is
Killing Me (Ltd. Edition)".
After I tabbed the original instrumental version (which is
only 2:45 minutes long), I had the chance to hear the
longer instrumental remix (it's 4:57 minutes long). It
contains more parts from the original Per Version. So I
decided to tab the new parts.
节拍:♩ = 67
音轨:
- Kenny Hickey - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
- Kenny Hickey - 驱动音效吉他 Overdriven Guitar
- Josh Silver - 电钢琴 Electric Grand Piano
- Josh Silver - 弦乐合奏1 String Ensemble 1
- Peter Steele - 拨片拨电贝司 Electric Bass(pick)
- Johnny Kelly - 敲击乐器
注释:PLEASE READ THE INFORMATION (F5)Pick ScrapePick Scrapepick scrapepick scrapePick ScrapePick ScrapePick ScrapePick ScrapePick ScrapeI use the harmonic to get the higher notesI use the harmonic to get the higher notesuse a bottleneck to slide and much reverbPick ScrapePick ScrapeSounds like bending (could be sliding)Pick ScrapeFeedbackPick ScrapePick Scrape
标记:IntroPer Version 0:55Per Version 2:43Per Version 3:26Per Version 6:07Per Version 7:33Re-Intro (Per Version 8:59)Part 3 (Per Version 10:04)Outro (Per Version 10:25)
歌词:
A swollen sun melting at the horizon
Between the sheets I wait for her to come
A living flame, impossible to resist
Burning me deep with every bite, kiss and lick
I'm haunted
I'm haunted
I'm haunted (by her)
Invades my sleep with tumescent intentions
Hades I'm sure must be missing a demon
I hate the morning
I hate the morning
From the panes a green mist swirls
Is it a shadow of reflection?
This apparition in moon beams bathed
A voice like wind through trees beckons
Cool rain on hot summer stone
The odor fills my presence
Of freshly dug grave and death and night
These things are her essence
Nocturnal mistress, spirit lover
Your mouth of wine and woodsmoke taste
My goddess of the violet twilight
You are lust incarnate
In the sweat of my bed
The eastern sky hints of dawning
Alone and awake but exhausted I lie
Oh how I hate the morning
I hate the morning (light)
I hate the morning (light)
