选择音轨
Kele Okereke -
节拍器重音 Metronome Bell
Russell Lissack -
钢弦吉他 Acoustic Guitar(steel)
Gordon Moakes -
敲击乐器
Matt Tong -
敲击乐器
Synth -
合成柔音（暖音） Pad 2 (warm)
Synth II -
敲击乐器
Guitar (Kele) -
激光枪声 Hi Q
Kele Vocals -
合成主音6（人声） Lead 6 (voice)
Matt Vocals -
中国镲 Chinese Cymbal
Solo Double/Fade Out -
高音刷音 Scratch 2
标题:Sunday
标签: 总谱
艺人:Bloc Party
专辑:A Weekend In The City
作词:Kele Okereke
作曲:Bloc Party; Kele Okereke, Russell Lissack, Gordon Moakes, Matt Tong
制谱人:Matt Pollard
附注:
Really hard to get this, took a lot of listens and I watched the video on YouTube from 4music to help see the parts of the two drummers, but it still may be wrong. Kele seems to have pitch shifted his guitar to bass for all of this song. Live, I think he changes to normal pitch for the first part of Verse Two (see Track 7), and then back to bass for the second part (Track 1).
节拍: Moderate ♩ = 138
注释:PITCH SHIFT OCTAVE LOWER (BASS PITCH)PITCH SHIFT OCTAVE LOWER (BASS PITCH)OneTwoThreeFourWhen I'm with youI am calma pearlin your oysterhead on my chesta silent smilea private kindof happinessWhen I'm with youI am calma pearlin your oysterhead on my chesta silent smilea private kindof happiness
标记:Drum IntroVerse OnePart IIChorusBridgeVerse TwoPart IIChorusInterludeSoloOut-ChorusOutro
歌曲: Sunday
歌词:
Bloc Party - Sunday
☆ 沉醉寒风 制
Heavy night it was a heavy night
Feels like we come back from the dead
Heavy night it was a heavy night
I cannot remember what I said to anyone
If we get up now we can catch the afternoon
Watch the under 15s playing football in the park
we've got
I love you in the morning ,
When you're still hung-over
I love you in the morning,
When you're still strung out,
I love you in the morning,
I would cry all week and so do you
We discern to let us sleep
Let all the draughts creep in to reach for this life
There might be white to smatter you in
That have the right answers
That we British forget
About those north eastern gaps
I love you in the morning ,
When you're still hung-over
I love you in the morning,
When you're still strung out,
I love you in the morning,
With you I am cut from a pearl in your oyster
Head on my chest a silent smile,
a private kind of happiness
You see giant proclamations are all very well
But our love is louder than words