选择音轨
Geddy -
合成主音6（人声） Lead 6 (voice)
Rhythm Guitar 1 -
失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
Rhythm Guitar 1 Echo -
失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
Rhythm Guitar 2 -
驱动音效吉他 Overdriven Guitar
Rhythm Guitar 2 Echo -
驱动音效吉他 Overdriven Guitar
Synth -
合成柔音3（复合成） Pad 3 (polysynth)
Synth Bells -
马林巴 Marimba
Bass -
拨片拨电贝司 Electric Bass(pick)
Drums -
敲击乐器
标题:Red Sector A
标签: 总谱
艺人:Rush
专辑:Grace Under Pressure
作词:Neil Peart
作曲:Geddy Lee / Alex Lifeson
编曲:Geddy Lee / Alex Lifeson
制谱人:James Flint
节拍: ♩ = 116
注释:Allthatwecould doisjustsurviveallthatwecan dotohelpour-selve isstaya-liveAllthatwecould doisjustsurviveallthatwecan dotohelpour-selves isstaya-liveRagged livesofragged greyskele-tonstheyshuf-fleawayshouting guards andsmoking gunswillcutdown the un-luckyonesIclutchthewi-refenceun-tilmyfing-ersbleedawound that will not heala heartthat cannot feelhop-ingthatthe hor-rorwillre-cedehop-ingthatto-mor-rowwe'llallbefreedSickness to in-san-i-typrayertopro-fan-i-tyDays and weeks and months go bydon't feel the hunger tooweak to cryIhear the soundofgun-fireattheprisongatearethelib-er-a-torsheredoIhopeordoIfearformyfatherandmybrotherit'stoolatebut Imust help my motherstand upstraightAre we the lastones lefta-liveare we theon-lyhumanbe-ingstosur-viveAre we the lastones lefta-liveare we theon-lyhumanbe-ingstosur-viveIhear the soundofgun-fireattheprisongatearethelib-er-a-torsheredoIhopeordoIfearformyfatherandmybrotherit'stoolatebut Imust help my motherstand upstraightAre we the lastones lefta-liveare we theon-lyhumanbe-ingstosur-viveAre we the lastoneslefta-liveare we theon-lyhumanbe-ingstosur-vive
歌曲: Red Sector A
歌词:
All that we can do is just survive
All that we can do to help ourselves
Is stay alive
Ragged lines of ragged grey
Skeletons, they shuffle away
Shouting guards and smoking guns
Will cut down the unlucky ones
I clutch the wire fence
Until my fingers bleed
A wound that will not heal
A heart that cannot feel
Hoping that the horror will recede
Hoping that tomorrow
We'll all be freed
Sickness to insanity
Prayer to profanity
Days and weeks and months go by
Don't feel the hunger - too weak to cry
I hear the sound of gunfire
At the prison gate
Are the liberators here
Do I hope or do I fear?
For my father and my brother - it's too late
But I must help my mother
Stand up straight
Are we the last ones left alive?
Are we the only human beings
To survive?