选择音轨
标题:Anywhere Out of This World
艺人:Reverend Bizarre
专辑:III: So Long Suckers
节拍: Moderate ♩ = 89
注释:*Clean Tone*GDEmFBB*Distortion onA knife to cut the skin,A cave to hide in,I open myself to youCounting the scars I bear,I know I should be there,But soon the day will come,When we'll leaveI think I found my place,I found the truth in you,We stood among the ruinsNo more I fear the night,Your eyes bring the light,The door is opening,into the shrine of sleepDeep in the woods,Stands an abandoned house,Its windows face the nightBehind the green door,We have the suicide shrine,The flowers of Orient,Cover the bedTo be!Anywhere out of this worldIn peace!To leave!To leave this cruel place behindRelease!BLyrics on bass tabLyrics on bass tabLyrics on bass tabTo be continued...
标记:Bass Intro1:262:52Band Enters - 4:02Riff 1 - 4:32Riff 2 - 5:02Riff 3 - 5:33Verse 1 - 6:16Verse 2 - 7:07Riff 1 - 7:39Riff 3 - 8:10Verse 3 - 8:44Riff 1 - 9:18Riff 4! - 9:48Riff 5! - 10:19Riff 1 - 10:49Verse 4 - 11:19Riff 2 - 11:50
歌词:
A knife to cut the skin
A cave to hide in
I open myself to you
Counting the scars I bear
I know I should be there
I think I found my place
I found the truth in you
We stood among the ruins
No more I fear the night
Your eyes bring the light
The door is opening into the shrine of sleep
Deep in the woods stands an abandoned house
Its windows face the night
Behind the green door, we have the suicide shrine
The flowers of Orient cover the bed
To be anywhere out of this world, in peace
To leave this cruel place behind. Release!
When I open my eyes, clouds are dancing in the sky
High in the air, strange birds fly
Warm wind brings luxurious scent of unknown flowers
On this perfect grass, we make love for a thousand hours
The valley below has a veil of gentle rain
Never again will we have to feel the pain
The purple mist conceals a giant mountain
All its streams run to the shining fountain
Once, in a dream, I have been here, but now, when with you, I have no fear
And when night falls upon horizon, there is a blaze
Our hearts rejoice
The old world has reached its dying days
I kiss your wounds, and in our eyes they disappear
You hold me tight, and our minds, once distraught, now crystal clear