选择音轨
标题:The Pittsburgh Syndrome (PRESS F5)
标签: 总谱
艺人:Soilwork
专辑:Sworn to a Great Divide
作词:Antonsson, Strid
制谱人:
附注:
Damn, I wish Soilwork would write songs like this more often. The guitars in the post-solo bit are supposed to do different chugs, but it was hell to recreate so they're doing the same one here. I tried my very best to replicate Dirk's drumming, but my god, the man is a beast. On top of that, he has more cymbals than MIDI supports - he has crashes, splashes and chinas all over the place. I only get 2 crashes, one splash and one china, so bear with me. On top of this, instead of intricately replicating all of what he did, I did some copy and pastes to save me fecking hours of effort. For example, Verse 2 should be a bit different on drums, but I genuinely just can't be bothered. Also, synths just follow the guitars and sustain a chord or two during the chorus; they don't contribute much except to make a wall of sound, so I didn't bother. They're not integral to the song. Apologies for dodgy solo, leads ain't my thang, yo.
节拍: Moderate ♩ = 245
标记:Verse 1ChorusVerse 2ChorusBridgeChorus
歌词:
I woke up that morning feeling slightly stressed
What did I know that night we made our way
Through the darkness and the shame
Don't let yourself run away
Cause we have another game to play
That night you would make us say
Fuck all the details, get on with the show
It doesn't matter if the mind's at stake
Cause we had another round to make
There was no way we could fail
Fuck all the details, get on with the show
The Pittsburgh syndrome
One hour of destruction, intoxicated bliss
Moments of sobriety would cease to exist
A sudden turn would make that city burn
With souls on fire, relentless desire
Don't let yourself run away
Cause we have another game to play
That night you would make us say
Fuck all the details, get on with the show
It doesn't matter if the mind's at stake
Cause we had another round to make
There was no way we could fail
Fuck all the details, get on with the show
The Pittsburgh syndrome
Don't let yourself run away
Cause we had another game to play
That night you would make us say
Fuck all the details, get on with the show
It doesn't matter if the mind's at stake
Cause we had another round to make
There was no way we could fail
Fuck all the details, get on with the show