标题:Sail Into The Black
艺人:Machine Head
专辑:Bloodstone & Diamonds
作词:Robb Flynn, Phil Demmel, Dave McClain
作曲:Robb Flynn, Phil Demmel
制谱人:Thoril
节拍:♩ = 50
音轨:
- Robb Flynn - 小提琴 Violin
- Robb Flynn (acoustic) - 大钢琴 Acoustic Grand Piano
- Phil Demmel - 大钢琴 Acoustic Grand Piano
- Additionnal Guitar - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
- Jared MacEachern - 指拨电贝司 Electric Bass(finger)
- Dave McClain - 敲击乐器
- Baritone Voice - 人声“嘟”音 Voice Oohs
- Bass Voice - 人声“嘟”音 Voice Oohs
- Strings - 小提琴 Violin
- Acoustic Piano (Staff 1) - 大钢琴 Acoustic Grand Piano
- Acoustic Piano (Staff 2) - 大钢琴 Acoustic Grand Piano
标记:IntroGuitar entersVerse (Acoustic 1)Verse (Acoustic 2)Chorus (Acoustic)(Acoustic 1)Verse (Acoustic 1)Verse (Acoustic 2)Chorus AcousticBridgeVerseChorusVerse 2 (harmony)ChorusSolo (Phil Demmel)Solo Part 2 (Chorus)End of Last ChorusOutro
歌词:
We sail into the black
We sail into the black
We sail into the black
We sail into the black
And all those secrets got lost in your eyes
And all those regrets, you hold inside
And all those memories, left by design
And all those mysteries, lost in your eyes
Lost in your eyes
We sail into the black
We sail into the black
And all those footsteps, washed in the tides
And all those droplets, blood into wine
And all those heartaches, tears that you've cried
And all those mistakes washed in the tides
Washed in the tides
We sail into the black
We sail into the black
I stare at the stricken, the follies of man
And the horror that lives in your eyes
And once were forgiven
The mind explodes in waves of terror
Burn my eyes, tear at the skin
The crawling beneath will begin
Side by side
Pounding the heretic drums
As we rise or we fall
And all these scars, the nightmare it calls
The fear and betrayal begin, we've come so far
The shit we ingest, with a mouthful of spit and protest
We sail into the black
The black candle fades, go disappear
Lost and forever broken, shattered like glass
The scars and the sex, the lies and the fables we tell
And all we are, this fate is your choice
Regrets that you'll take to the grave
These threads of silk that held this together
Rotting and curdled as milk
We sail into the black