Gasoline

标题:Gasoline

艺人:No-Cash

专辑:Run Your Pockets

作词:No-Cash

作曲:No-Cash

制谱人:Kyle Turner

指示:Yes?

I don't play drums. Thanks to Neel for his guidance in 
the intro.

 its ahrd to distinguish on youtube and on my 
laptop speakers
 its a fairly simple sounding tom beat though
 im guessing there are three or four toms
 1 being the highest, 4 being the lowest, it 
would be something like
 3244ss423244ss
 s being a snare
 and also hit the bass drum when you hit 4 the 
first time of the double hits
 i just made that up completely, but it might 
sound something like that
 like i said, ahrd to say in this situation

---
I first heard this song back in late '05, and I had been 
trying to play it ever since. What you see here is the 
product of two years of thinking, and -- for the most 
part -- one weekend where I would have went home 
from university had my car not broken down. This is a 
product of that misery. 

This was put together over the course of two weeks. 
The fourth bar of each section of drumming at the end 
is off. I can't figure out that last solo. Some of the 
overdubbed guitar's parts during the intro aren't exact... 
When played with the recording, timing is off. But 
there's not really anything left that I feel I can add at 
this point in time.

Enjoy. And if you feel like rocking a 40oz, I support 
your right to do so.

-- Kyle (April 4, 2008)

节拍:Moderate ♩ = 107

No-Cash! (No-Cash!) You don't wanna fuck with me I burn churches like persons in the third degree With the strike of a match, hit the gasoline Drop pills, drugs kill, but it's worth the thrill Learned it in the Nazo pits, quick to draw (One time) Stop your complainin' or we'll cut 'ya like a chainsaw And drink your blood by pitcher until we feel drunk And grind your fucking bones to lace by fucking blunt, punk Snap, crack, crackle, pop, motherfuck, a cop Always laying on my toes when I walk the block When I go to the store, I bring my own discount 'Cause I'm sick of paying money to suck corporate cock Yo, I know my Spanish is rusty, by my English is old 40oz down, grab yourself an ice cold Colt 45 Feeling alive. Drunk as fuck in the daylight and I'm ready to die Sometimes, sometimes I count the hours When I'm alone, all alone with a thousand downers And like thread, I was just gonna stitch the seams Now my body is soaked in gasoline Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Nazo step to this, go and slit your wrists, cross you off the list Unless you're gonna wanna throw a punch, it'll break your fists Man up, duck down, 'cause these caps won't miss Bust six shots on an undercover cop 'cause they're all crooked motherfuckers and it ain't gonna stop So hold your ground down and run your own town Down with the man, let the drum sound Hit you hard with accurate precision, split decision Yo I'm sinning and I'm grinning Fuck religion! Fucked up, got a vision, so listen: I do what makes me happy, not for money or attention A line and a 40oz is how I get down You say you're the king, but I'm wearing the crown High on my throne, sniffing lines, making deals I got a chef in the kitchen cooking my last meal Sometimes, sometimes I count the hours When I'm alone, all alone with a thousand downers And like thread, I was just gonna stitch the seams Now my body is soaked in gasoline No-Cash! (No-Cash!) You don't wanna fuck with me I burn churches like persons in the third degree With the strike of a match, hit the gasoline Drop pills, drugs kill, but it's worth the thrill Learned it in the Nazo pits, quick to draw (One time) Stop your complainin' or we'll cut 'ya like a chainsaw And drink your blood by pitcher until we feel drunk And grind your fucking bones to lace by fucking blunt, punk Snap, crack, crackle, pop, motherfuck, a cop Always laying on my toes when I walk the block When I go to the store, I bring my own discount 'Cause I'm sick of paying money to suck corporate cock Yo, I know my Spanish is rust, by my English is old 40oz down, grab yourself an ice cold Colt 45 Feeling alive. Drunk as fuck in the daylight and I'm ready to die Sometimes, sometimes I count the hours When I'm alone, all alone with a thousand downers And like thread, I was just gonna stitch the seams Now my body is soaked in gasoline Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Nazo step to this, go and slit your wrists, cross you off the list Unless you're gonna wanna throw a punch, it'll break your fists Man up, duck down, 'cause these caps won't miss Bust six shots on an undercover cop 'cause they're all crooked motherfuckers and it ain't gonna stop So hold your ground down and run your own town Down with the man, let the drum sound Hit you hard with accurate precision, split decision Yo I'm sinning and I'm grinning Fuck religion! Fucked up, got a vision, so listen: I do what makes me happy, not for money or attention A line and a 40oz is how I get down You say you're the king, but I'm wearing the crown High on my throne, sniffing lines, making deals I got a chef in the kitchen cooking my last meal Sometimes, sometimes I stay alive To witness sickness under a cloudy sky And like thread, I was just gonna stitch the seams Now my body is soaked in gasoline My body is soaked in gasoline My body is soaked in gasoline My body is soaked in gasoline My body is soaked in gasoline