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  • 标题:On the Shores of Ithaka

    艺人:Quo Vadis

    专辑:Day into Night (2000)

    作词:Bart Frydrychowicz

    作曲:Frydrychowicz

    制谱人:limaj_daas@hotmail.com

    附注:
    03/03/10 - First version. Drums may come some day. 
    Don't count on it. The four bars in the solo will probably 
    come sooner than later. I'm pretty sure about the 
    guitars. I cross referenced between Defiant 
    Indoctrination/Live in Montreal and the album version. 
    The bass is entirely from the live DVD though so if the 
    bassline changed, this tab does not reflect it.

    节拍: Moderate ♩ = 240

    注释:5 Note Pattern6 Note Ascending4 Note Pattern5 Note Pattern6 Note Ascending4 Note Pattern5 Note Pattern6 Note Ascending4 Note PatternUnsure...5 Note Pattern6 Note Ascending4 Note PatternUnsure...Not actual swell. Hold five and vibrato.FeedbackDelay effectDelay effectDelay effectYeah, I'm working on this part :PFeedback
    标记:Intro Pt. 1Intro Pt. 2Pre-VerseVerse 1Verse 1.5Bridge 1Bridge 1.5Bridge 2Bridge 3Pre-VerseVerse 2Verse 2.5Bridge 4Bridge 4.5Bridge 5Bridge 4Bridge 4.5Bridge 5Half-timeHalf-time 2Pre-SoloSoloPost-SoloOutro 1Outro 2Outro 2.5/Fade-out
    歌词:
    In our
    Minds eye...
    Certainty
    All powerful
    Beyond blindness and fear...
    Confident
    Fused with vanity,
    Arrogant
    Propelled by scorn.

    Foresight
    Relegated
    To beg in the streets with despair,
    Caution
    Forever...
    Lagging behing [the horizon]
    As we sail from Day
    Into nights web
    Thick
    With deceit of a tender embrace

    And a knife through the heart!

    Blurry eyed we strain,
    Seeing a different reality
    Each vision
    At odds with the Truth
    Never again in reach,
    So obvious to the ones
    Less Myopic

    Each vision
    As our minds
    Blind to
    The impending doom
    Guided by
    Our misguided ways

    We plow on -
    Sight hollowed out,
    Vision blunted by
    Web of deceit

    Thick with contempt
    The most vocal burn blessed with scorn
    Others hope it goes away
    And

    Let it happen
    Words collide, worlds shatter,
    Opinions are cheap
    Fed by ignorance

    And here is the paradox

    How do we reach utopia,
    Our shores of Ithaka

    If we move
    In the opposite direction
    While trying

    On The Shores of Ithaka
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