标题:roboturner
副标题:WIP
标签:总谱
艺人:between the buried and me
专辑:alaska
作词:tommy rogers
作曲:Between The Buried ...
附注:
I have gotten up to about the halfway mark this time,
there are some parts which i'm still not sure on but i
can't figure them out right now.
enjoy.
节拍:Moderate ♩ = 140
音轨:
- Track 1 - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
- Track 3 - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
- Percussion - 敲击乐器
- Track 4 - 指拨电贝司 Electric Bass(finger)
注释:AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHREAD SCORE INFORMATIONFUCK THEM HARDFUCK THEM HARDFUCK THEM HARDFUCK THEM HARD AND NEGLECT THERE THOUGHTS =DFUCK THEM HARDFUCK THEM HARDFUCK THEM HARDFUCK THEM HARD AND NEGLECT THERE THOUGHTS =DHe alternates hands for the snare and cymbalthat's how he makes it look so crazycarrot cake tabbed this outI'm not sure if it's correctbut kudos to himnot exactly sure, but it's something like this
标记:introsection 1transitionsection 2transitionsection 3transitionSection 4transitionsection 5transitionsection 6transitionsection 7transitionsection 8transitionsection 9
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.
