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标题:Anyway

标签: 总谱

制谱人:tabmatt (mrodmacq@yahoo.fr)

节拍:♩ = 80

音轨:
  1. Tony Banks (piano left hand) - 亮音大钢琴 Bright Acoustic Piano
  2. Tony Banks (piano right hand) - 亮音大钢琴 Bright Acoustic Piano
  3. Tony Banks (organ) - 击杆风琴 Hammond Organ
  4. Mike Rutherford (bass) - 指拨电贝司 Electric Bass(finger)
  5. Steve Hackett (rhythm guitar) - 驱动音效吉他 Overdriven Guitar
  6. Steve Hackett (lead guitar 1) - 驱动音效吉他 Overdriven Guitar
  7. Steve Hackett (lead guitar 2) - 驱动音效吉他 Overdriven Guitar
  8. Steve Hackett (lead guitar 3) - 驱动音效吉他 Overdriven Guitar
  9. Phil Collins (drums) - 敲击乐器
注释:All the pumping's nearly over for my sweetheartThis is the one for meTime to meet the chefOh boy !The running man is out of deathFeel cold and oldit's getting hard to catch my breathIt's back to ash"Now you've had your flash boy"The rocks in time compressYour blood to oilYour flesh to coalEnrich the soilNot everybody's goalAnywayThey say she comes on a pale horseBut I'm sure I hear a trainOh boy !I don't even feel no painI guess I must be driving myself insaneDamn it all !Does earth plug a hole in heavenOr heaven plug a hole in earthHow wonderful to be so profoundWhen everything you areIs dying underground"I feel the pull on the ropeLet me off at the rainbowI could have been exploding in spaceDifferent orbits for my bonesNot meJust quietly buried in stonesKeep the deadline open with my maker !See me stretchFor God's elastic acreThe door bell rings and it's"Good morning RaelSo sorry you had to waitIt won't be long, yeah !She's very rarely late"
标记:IntroVerse 1 (0:12)Verse 2 (0:49)Interlude (1:26)Three-guitar solo (1:57)Verse 3 (2:29)
歌曲: Anyway

艺人:Genesis

专辑:The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway (1974)

作词:Banks/Collins/Gabriel/Hackett/Rutherford

作曲:Banks/Collins/Gabriel/Hackett/Rutherford

歌词:
He panics, feels around for a stone and hurls it at the brightest point. the sound of breaking glass echoes around the cave. as his vision is restored he catches sight of two golden gloves about
Foot in diameter hovering away down the tunnel. when they disappear a resounding crack sears across the roof, and it collapses all around him. our hero is trapped once again.

This is it he thinks, failing to move any of the fallen rocks.

All the pumpings nearly over for my sweet heart,
This is the one for me,
Time to meet the chef,
O boy! running man is out of death.
Feel cold and old, it's getting hard to catch my breath.
S back to ash, now, youve had your flash boy
The rocks, in time, compress
Your blood to oil,
Your flesh to coal,
Enrich the soil,
Not everybodys goal.

Anyway, they say she comes on a pale horse,
But Im sure I hear a train.
O boy! I don't even feel no pain -
I guess I must be driving myself insane.
Damn it all! does earth plug a hole in heaven,
Or heaven plug a hole in earth - how wonderful to be so profound,
When everything you are is dying underground.

There's not much spectacle for an underground creole as he walks through the gates of sheol. I would have preferred to have been jettisoned into a thousand pieces in space, or filled with
M and floated above a mausoleum. this is no way to pay my last subterranean homesick dues. anyway Im out of the hands of any pervert embalmer doing his interpretation of what I should look like
Ffing his cotton wool in my cheeks.

I feel the pull on the rope, let me off at the rainbow.
I could have been exploding in space
Different orbits for my bones
Not me, just quietly buried in stones,
Keep the deadline open with my maker!
See me stretch; for gods elastic acre
The doorbell rings and its
Good morning rael
So sorry you had to wait.
It wont be long, yeh!
Shes very rarely late.

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