标题:Tongue-Splitter
标签:总谱
艺人:Protest the Hero
专辑:Scurrilous
作词:Rody Walker
作曲:Protest the Hero
制谱人:anders
节拍:Moderately Fast ♩ = 151
音轨:
- tim - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
- luke - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
- moe - 敲击乐器
- arif - 指拨电贝司 Electric Bass(finger)
- overdub guitar - 驱动音效吉他 Overdriven Guitar
- vocal melody - 小提琴 Violin
- dropped guitar - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
- delay - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
注释:bass probably isn't very accurateI'm notasking for your pity"oh woe is me" sarcasticallyI'm not losing sleep againwhile waxingso poeticallyBut I'm waning waning alphabeticallyas I keepdropping bombsdropping bombsdropping bombsapologeticallyIt was awicked,wimpering WinnipegnightWhen mytonguegrewwingsandtook toflightThe thought had nevercrossed my mind beforethatmomentIs the truthsobentitcan'tbebroken?so I apologisemostly to thosefour or five guyswho standbehind me on the stage every nightAs themic starts to whisperAnd thewords start to blisterin mymindthat Iknow aren't rightI gotta getback to who I wasBeforemylast tenyears on autopilotIt's themask that quite oftenstarts to eat into your faceso wear itlightly like a capthat canquickly be replacedI gotta getback to who I wasBeforemylast tenyears on autopilot So tellme againhow mylife should have beenbeforeI was spinelessbeforeI gave in'cause everybody thinks it's timelesswell time's running outone thing I'll never regretis I nevershut my pppfxxxxxxFAAAACEactually do the bend on the same string. cba2fix
歌词:
Psychotherapist once claimed I had acute neurosis
Well I only said a couple words and he made his diagnosis
He said I could say whatever I want because I never chose this
So I spat, grinned, then I looked at him and I blew him a glass cold kiss behind
Knows just when I let a bottom be dead
Never too sure if it's the truth or a lie
I'm not asking for your pity, woe is me sarcastically
I'm not losing sleep pathetically while waxing so poetically
But I'm waning waiting alphabetically
As I keep dropping bombs
Dropping bombs
Dropping bombs apologetically
It was a wicked whimpering winter plagued night
When my tongue grew wings and took to flight
The thought had never crossed my mind before that moment
Is the truth so bent, it can't be broken
Jealousy got the best of me and had a conference with the rest of me
And said if this is all that's left for me then there's so little room for regret
Little voice
Little voice
Little voice inside
Said if you don't regret nothing then you might as well be dead
Might as well be dead
So I apologize, mostly to the four of my guys
Who stand behind me on the stage every night
As the mic starts to whisper
And the words start to blister in my mouth, that I know aren't right
I gotta get back to who I was before my last ten years on auto-pilot
It's the mask that quite often starts to eat into your face
So wear it lightly like a cap that can quickly be replaced
I gotta get back to who I was before my last ten years on auto-pilot
So tell me again how my life should have been before I was spineless
Before I gave in
Because everybody thinks it's timeless
Well time's running out
One thing I'll never regret is I never shed my face
