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Black Swan

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Black Swan

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标题:Black Swan

制谱人:Pure Diamond

节拍:Moderate ♩ = 100

音轨:

Vocal - 爵士乐电吉他 Electric Guitar (jazz)
Lider Guitar - 清音电吉他 Electric Guitar (clean)
Bass Guitar - 指拨电贝司 Electric Bass(finger)
Percussion - 敲击乐器
Sound Effect - 合成主音1（方波） Lead 1 (square)

注释:What will grow quicklythat you can'tmakestraightIt'stheprice that you gonna payDo yourself a favourand packyourbagsBuyaticket and get on the trainBuyaticket and get on the trainCause this isfuckedupfuckedupCause this isfuckedupfuckedupPeople get crushedlikebis-cuitcrumbsAnd laiddown in the bed you madeYou have try your best to please ev-ry-oneButitjust isn't happeningNoitjust isn't happeningAndit'sfuckedupfuckedupAnd this isfuckedupfuckedupThis is yourblindspotblindspotIt should beobviousbutit'snotYoucannot kickstartade-adhorseYoujustcrush yourself and walk awayI don't care whatthefu-tureholdsCause I'mright here in your arms todayWith yourfingers you can touch meIamyourblackswanblackswanButImade it to the topButImade it to the topAnd this isfuckedupfuckedupButImade it to the topButImade it to the topI'll be yourblackswanblackswanI'mforsparepartsbrokenupButImade it to the topButImade it to the topYou arefuckedupfuckedupAnd this isfuckedupfuckedupI'll be yourblackswanblackswanI'mforsparepartsbrokenup

标记:IntroVerse 1RefrainVerse 2RefrainPassageVerse 3RefrainPassage

歌曲: Black Star

艺人:Thom York

专辑:The Eraser (2006)

作词:Greenwood, Greenwood, OBrien ...

歌词:

Artist: Radiohead

 Album: The Bends

 Title: Black Star

 

 I get home from work and you're still standing in your dressing gown

 Well what am I to do?

 I know all the things around your head and what they do to you

 What are we coming to?

 What are we gonna do?

 Blame it on the black star

 Blame it on the falling sky

 Blame it on the satellite that beams me home

 The troubled words of a troubled mind I try to understand what is eating you

 I try to stay awake but its 58 hours since that I last slept with you

 What are we coming to?

 I just don't know anymore

 Blame it on the black star

 Blame it on the falling sky

 Blame it on the satellite that beams me home

 I get on the train and I just stand about now that I don't think of you

 I keep falling over I keep passing out when I see a face like you

 What am I coming to?

 I'm gonna melt down

 Blame it on the black star

 Blame it on the falling sky

 Blame it on the satellite that beams me home

 This is killing me

 This is killing me