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  • 标题:Stengah

    艺人:Meshuggah

    专辑:Nothing

    作词:Haake, Hagström

    制谱人:by Kexman

    附注:
    --- A WORD ABOUT THE TUNINGS : Meshuggah's 
    two custom-made eight string guitars are normally 
    tuned to 
    F, A#, D#, G#, C#, F#, A#, D# (low to high) , but on 
    "Stengah", the lowest string is tuned down one step, 
    to E. 
     --- ABOUT THE STRINGS: Since you can't have 
    eight strings in Guitar Pro, "Guitar 1" & "Guitar 2" show 
    the LOWER 7 strings, and the "additional / solo 
    guitar" shows the HIGHER 7 strings !
     --- ABOUT THE TEMPO: might seem too fast at 
    some places, but if you don't believe that it's exactly 
    120 bpm, then go check it out for yourself! ;)
     --- AND ABOUT THE SONG ITSELF: 
    " RRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!"  :)

    节拍: ♩ = 120

    注释:For infos & stuff press F5These notes are a bit palm muted ...Only the last notes of the bars are picked!Only the last notes of the bars are picked !The crashes (49) are hit on another chineseThe crashes (49) are hit on an other chinese
    标记:0:000:160:481:121:442:062:383:003:163:484:044:285:00
    歌曲: Stengah
    歌词:
    Lacerating pains of degeneration speed through your trembling mind
    Still, in machine-like strife, you gain another mile
    The temporary, elusive goal; to reach the solace, to feed once more

    Cold and stinging needs tearing through the halls
    Of your defile, flesh-made temple, with its closing walls
    Still you claim the worshippers pose and you bow, you kneel

    Control, once superior, now a docile pet at chaos' feet
    Pulling the leash as it trails the scent to where all hurt recedes
    Your past, a blurry patch in mind, your future once; now thin dreams filed
    Toward the lights of need you strive to drink into your vein the shine
    Beaten to the unforgiving ground, lashed into submission
    By the inner starving demon, by its unrelenting hand
    Still, you claim the worshippers pose and you bow, you kneel to the syringe

    Answering only to authorities of sedation, their calls the only ones heeded
    A worn out soldier touched by their contagion, a battered drone at their feet
    You're the one betrayed, an outcast set afire by your inner war
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