标题:Roboturner
艺人:Between the Buried and Me
专辑:Alaska
作曲:Between The Buried ...
制谱人:rcw110131
附注:
Drums copied from the other Guitar Pro tab with some
slight modifications (thanks to whomever tabbed them
out in the first place). I suck at tabbing drums/don't
have time to finish them, sorry!
If the tempos seems a tab bit too fast I apologize, I
think there's something wrong with the audio
interface's clock on my computer. The tab matches
up to the song perfectly on my desktop where I do my
work, but on my laptop and another computer I tried,
everything is sped up a bit. Just a heads up so you're
not like "WTF WHY IS EVERYTHING BEING
PLAYED SO FAST?!"
The guitars should be nearly 100% correct and the
bass is 100% correct.
Enjoy!
节拍:♩ = 135
音轨:
- Guitar I - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
- Guitar II - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
- Guitar III/Feedback - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
- Bass - 指拨电贝司 Electric Bass(finger)
- Percussion - 敲击乐器
注释:PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE press F5 now!left channel = impossible to tab out (thanks Paul)He alternates hands for the snare and cymbalthat's how he makes it look so crazysorry, no drums after this point :/random feedback, I'll try my best to tab it...not actually what's being played, just me tryingto tab the feedbackpretty sure this is played by bending the stringonto the pickup, then maybe the whammy baris used to dive down? not quite surefeedback is a pain in the ass to tabsame thing here with the bending onto pickupmore weird feedback, did the best I could
歌词:
Crush us. Over and over again...
The years have come to this--an improper art form.
Faking our own thoughts and sounds...
Robots crush... death of human-music.
Bright lights fill the sky...
Track us through our fields of money...
The old days seem shit and primitive...
Abduction... control... you write for me. Oh, master...
Master of the machines...
Take this shit and make it gold. Make my face sparkle with fame...
Master of the machines...
Fuck them hard and neglect their thoughts...
They will never see us coming...
No more human voice...
No more human actions...
Imperfect fucks stand in the dark.
Crush us. Over and over again...
The years have come to this--an improper art form.
Faking our own thoughts and sounds...
Robots crush...
Death of human-music.
Counteract this idea of control...
Human emotion can only produce the
Thoughtful...
Finally discovering the idea of perfect harmony...
This is the day we finally make beautiful notes again...
But we will never realize...
A situation so far dead...
Make this a war...
Blood fills the sky...
Drop the deadly dive-bomb...
The end of this outside life.
We will find art again.
