标题:Nobody's Fault
标签:总谱
艺人:Aerosmith
专辑:Rocks
作词:Tyler, Whitford
作曲:Steven Tyler / Brad Whiteford
制谱人:All Instruments Transcribed By: Ashley Dalby
指示:http://profile.ultimate-guitar.com/AllJudasPriest/
附注:
It is imperative to follow the 5.2 notices located
throughout. The song is mostly complete except for a
few tempo glitches since it varies around in transtion
between segments, so tinker with them as you see fit.
The lead licks during the chorus is actually played by
Brad Whiford but added them to the track for Joe to
avoid cluttering the file with a track that only contains
four bars of lead. It is also imperative to keep the
Master Reverb that you see to your right where it is, as
this makes it sound best. This was checked for
ccuracy by playing along with the real track song!
节拍:Moderately Fast ♩ = 90
音轨:
- Vocals: Steven - 合成主音2（锯齿波） Lead 2 (sawtooth)
- Guitar: Brad - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
- Guitar: Joe - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
- Guitar: Joe - 驱动音效吉他 Overdriven Guitar
- Bass: Tom - 指拨电贝司 Electric Bass(finger)
- Drums: Joey - 敲击乐器
注释:Please Read Score Information![5.2 Users: Lead II: Sawtooth][5.2 Users: Les Paul: Others Tones: Synth Default][5.2 Users: LesPaul: Legends: Eddie Got Me- Lead][5.2 Users: Les Paul: Others Tones: Synth Default] [5.2 Users: LesPaul: Legends: Aero Dream- Rhythm][5.2 Users: Les Paul: Others Tones: Synth Default] [5.2 Users: LesPaul: Legends: Aero Dream- Lead][5.2 Users: Finger: Jazz: Tones - Default][5.2 Users: Kit 0: Acoustic: Tones - Reverb]
标记:IntroIntro IIVerse IPre-Chorus IChorus IVerse IIPre-Chorus IIChorus IIGuitar SoloPre-Chorus IIIChorus IIIOutro
歌词:
Lord I must be dreamin'
What else could this be
Everybody's screamin'
Running' for the sea
Holy lands are sinkin'
Birds take to the sky
The prophets are all stinking drunk
I know the reason why
Eyes are full of desire
Mind is so ill at ease
Everything is on fire
Shit piled up to the knees
Out of rhyme or reason
Everyone's to blame
Children of the season
Don't be lame
Sorry, you're so sorry
Don't be sorry
Man has known
And now he's blown it
Upside down and hell's the only sound
We did an awful job
And now they say it's nobody's fault
Old St. Andres
Seven years ago
Shove it up their richters
Red lines stop and go
Noblemen of courage
Listen with their ears
Spoke but how discouragin'
When no one really hears
One of these day's you'll be sorry
Too many houses on the stilt
Three million years or just a story
Four on the floor up to the hilt
Out of rhyme or reason
Everyone's to blame
Children of the season
Don't be lame
Sorry, we're so sorry
Don't be sorry
Man has known
And now he's blown it
Upside down and hell's the only sound
We did an awful job
And now we're just a little too late
Eyes are full of desire
Mind is so ill at ease
Everything is on fire
Shit piled up in debris
California showtime
Five o'clock's the news
Everybody's concubine
Was prone to take a snooze
Sorry, we're so sorry
Don't be sorry
Man has known
And now he's blown it
Upside down and hell's the only sound
We did an aweful job
And now we're just a little too late
