标题:Erotomania
标签: 总谱
艺人:Dream Theater
专辑:Awake
作词:Dream Theater
作曲:Dream Theater
制谱人:Spent hours correcting
Corrected in this version: John Petrucci (Guitar 1): 12, 13, 18, 19, 28, 29, 34, 35, 47, 48, 53, 58, 74, 88, 121-123, 126, 132-141, 151-154, 158, 159, 164, 171 Deleted Keydubs Track (Very hard to hear) Kevin Moore (Keyboard): 59-62 (staccato effect can't be heard very well in the song and the tab sounded the same without it so I just deleted it to save space and be easier to read), 127 Jon Myung (Bass): 167-170 (made timing more consistent) Fixed outro bass solo and positions Mike Portnoy (Drums): Every bar! In the old tab, there was a '0' added every time Mike hit something. I deleted those to save space and make it MUCH easier to read. Also added bars 168 and 169 since there are chimes and cymbals in the real song that weren't in the old tab. Fixed timing (triplets) on bar 36 (also earranged tom position on scale to be easier to read), 77-83 changed bass to triplets), rearranged tom position on scale on bars 84, 106, 143-145. Fixed time signature on bar 115 (9/8 to 10/8)
节拍: ♩ = 152
和弦:B5 C#5 E5 F#5
a mind beside itself-i erotomania - dream theater
love, just don't stare
he used to say to me
every sunday morning
the spider in the window
the angel in the pool
the old man takes the poison
now the widow makes the rules
so speak, i'm right here
she used to say to me
not a word, not a word
judas on the ceiling
the devil in my bed
i guess easter's never coming
so i'll just wait inside my head
like a scream but sort of silent
living off my nightmares
voices repeating me
feeling threatened?
we reflect your hopes and fears
voices discussing me
others steal your thoughts
they're not confined within your mind
thought disorder dream control
now they read my mind on the radio
but where's the garden of eden?
i feel elated, i feel depressed
the sex is death, death is sex
says it right here on my crucifix
like a scream but sort of silent
living off my nightmares
voices protecting me
good behavior
brings the savior to his knees
voices rejecting me
others steal your thoughts
they're not confined to your own mind
this is not reality
i'm kneeling on the floor
staring at the wall
like the spider in the window
i wish that i could speak
is there fantasy in refuge?
god in politicians?
should i turn on my religion?
these demons in my head tell me to
oh, i'm lying here in bed
swear my skin is inside out
just another sunday morning
seen my diary on the newsstand
seems we've lost the truth to quicksand
it's a shame nobody's praying
'cause these voices in my head
keep saying
love, just don't stare
reveal the word when you're
supposed to
withdrawn and introverted
infectiously perverted
being laughed at and confused
keeps us pleasantly amused
enough to stay
maybe i'm just cassandra fleeting
twentieth century icon bleeding
willing to risk salvation
to escape from isolation
i'm a witness to redemption
heard you speak but never listened
can you rid me of my secrets?
deliver us from darkness?
voices repeating me
feeling threatened
we reflect your hopes and fears
voices discussing me
don't expect your own messiah
this never world which you desire
is only in your mind