标题:Erotomania
标签:总谱
艺人:Dream Theater
专辑:Awake
作词:Dream Theater
作曲:Dream Theater
制谱人:Damien-X
附注:
modified and re-done for all you bass players out there
who don't own a 6 string bass like me.
I hope you enjoy this.
节拍:♩ = 152
音轨:
- John Petrucci - 6 Strings Guitar - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
- Kevin Moore - Keyboards - 击杆风琴 Hammond Organ
- John Myung - 6 Strings Bass - 指拨电贝司 Electric Bass(finger)
- Mike Portnoy - Drum - 敲击乐器
注释:Rock OrganHammond OrganRock OrganChorused PianoAcoustic PianoHammond OrganString EnsembleSawtoothHammond OrganRock OrganTempo: 76Acoustic GuitarTempo: 100 - Distortion GuitarElectric Guitar CleanTempo: 152 - Acoustic GuitarDistortion GuitarTempo: 108Tempo: 160Tempo: 76Tempo: 152Tempo: 63Acoustic GuitarAcoustic Bass - Volume: 12
歌词:
a mind beside itself-i erotomania - dream theater
love, just don't stare
he used to say to me
every sunday morning
the spider in the window
the angel in the pool
the old man takes the poison
now the widow makes the rules
so speak, i'm right here
she used to say to me
not a word, not a word
judas on the ceiling
the devil in my bed
i guess easter's never coming
so i'll just wait inside my head
like a scream but sort of silent
living off my nightmares
voices repeating me
feeling threatened?
we reflect your hopes and fears
voices discussing me
others steal your thoughts
they're not confined within your mind
thought disorder dream control
now they read my mind on the radio
but where's the garden of eden?
i feel elated, i feel depressed
the sex is death, death is sex
says it right here on my crucifix
like a scream but sort of silent
living off my nightmares
voices protecting me
good behavior
brings the savior to his knees
voices rejecting me
others steal your thoughts
they're not confined to your own mind
this is not reality
i'm kneeling on the floor
staring at the wall
like the spider in the window
i wish that i could speak
is there fantasy in refuge?
god in politicians?
should i turn on my religion?
these demons in my head tell me to
oh, i'm lying here in bed
swear my skin is inside out
just another sunday morning
seen my diary on the newsstand
seems we've lost the truth to quicksand
it's a shame nobody's praying
'cause these voices in my head
keep saying
love, just don't stare
reveal the word when you're
supposed to
withdrawn and introverted
infectiously perverted
being laughed at and confused
keeps us pleasantly amused
enough to stay
maybe i'm just cassandra fleeting
twentieth century icon bleeding
willing to risk salvation
to escape from isolation
i'm a witness to redemption
heard you speak but never listened
can you rid me of my secrets?
deliver us from darkness?
voices repeating me
feeling threatened
we reflect your hopes and fears
voices discussing me
don't expect your own messiah
this never world which you desire
is only in your mind
