标题:To All Things Expendable
艺人:My Bitter End
专辑:The Renovation
作曲:Guida, My Bitter End, Ranne
附注:
I did my best, and considering this is my first tab I think I did a fair job. If you can correct my work please let me know (in
comments) so that I can correct my file as well. Sorry about some of the rhythms on the breakdowns and slow parts.
(if you
don't know) Concerning the parts with the harmonies that get pretty high on the fretboard, you can move them up a string (highe
r pitched string) and they will be 5 frets less or 4 on the F#.
节拍:
Moderate ♩ = 120
注释:F5 for more info (tell me what to fix in comments and how to fix it and I will do so)0:36 (sorry this one is really off)once again IDK the rhythmThis is rightI'm pretty sure it's rightI'm pretty sure it's rightIDFKOnce again no clue.1:151:57Yes it's repeated that much2:37It sounds weird but it's pretty close3:05sweeps I'm pretty sure the rhythm of it is right but I'm not 100% on the frets (Let me know)extra 17s are for echo3:13 (Ithink the rhythm is right I'm not good with tabbing breakdown rhythms)3:300:36 IDK the rhythm of the breakdownonce again IDK the rhythmThis is rightI'm pretty sure it's rightI'm pretty sure it's rightIDFKOnce again no clue.1:15Harmonies2:373:05IDK the backing3:133:30It sounds best on muted but it's played clean
歌词:
And in the beating filth that festers. A crowning life. The blocks us in our path.
One step too many, in the wrong direction. This night will mark.
The. Coming of. Train yourselves in example of everything, start something worth while, futile.
Leave enemies swallowing. Futile, worth while.
May our constant lust be a cover up, for the lack there of.
Of equality. And it wont stay. Not it wont stay. Not it wont.
Song of recovery, knowing. Wasting the time on the fall out.
Let's stop the chains of a soul who needs company too.
No longer with the risks be something we will evolve. Let the tyrant bare in our mouths.
Slurring again, to me, let this wallow. Swallow down, sorrow recovering love.
Swallowing up right where we left it off. Sorrow picks up where we left.
Arm the night, arm the night, arm the night, and in these final days.
Arm the night. So we can stop
