The Dirt Whispered

The Dirt Whispered吉他谱 The Dirt Whispered吉他谱 The Dirt Whispered吉他谱 The Dirt Whispered吉他谱 The Dirt Whispered吉他谱

标题:The Dirt Whispered

标签: 总谱

节拍:Moderate ♩ = 105

key:251

音轨:
  1. Tim McIlrath - Vocals - 驱动音效吉他 Overdriven Guitar
  2. Tim McIlrath - Vocals Two - 驱动音效吉他 Overdriven Guitar
  3. Zach Blair - Vocals - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
  4. Zach Blair - Vocals Two - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
  5. Zach Blair - Vocals Three - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
  6. Joe Principe - Vocals - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
  7. Tim McIlrath - Guitar One - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
  8. Tim McIlrath - Guitar Two - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
  9. Zach Blair - Guitar One - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
  10. Joe Principe - Bass - 钢弦吉他 Acoustic Guitar(steel)
  11. Brandon Barnes - Drums - 敲击乐器
标记:IntroInterludeVersePre-ChorusChorusInterludeVersePre-ChorusChorusBridgeInterludeVersePre-ChorusChorusOutro

艺人:Rise Against

专辑:Appeal to Reason

作词:Tim McIlrath

作曲:Rise Against

歌词:
Rise Against - The Dirt Whispered
LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang
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she got down on hands and knees,
one ear against the ground,
holding her breath to hear something,
but the dirt made not a sound tonight

echoes of songs still lurk on distant foreign shores, where we
danced just to please the gods that only ask for more, so it goes
but still we give ourselves to this
we can't spend our lives waiting to live
on cold nights
in a prayer for dawn
but the daylight
isn’t what she wants
the concrete
calls my name again
im falling
thru the cracks I slip

the postcard says wish you were here
but I’d rather I was there, holding
on to the simple things before they disappear, that’s what I meant
but that was then, and this is now
I'll make it up to you somehow
on cold nights
in a prayer for dawn
but the daylight
isn’t what she wants
the concrete
calls my name again
im falling
thru the cracks I slip
our destination, a feint smile,
another station, another mile,
another day gone, i swear that i will
be there before dawn, so be there i will

she got down on hands and knees,
one ear against the ground,
holding her breath to hear something, anything at all
The dirt whispered, "Child, I'm coming home."
on cold nights
in a prayer for dawn
but the daylight
isn’t what she wants
the concrete
calls my name again
im falling
thru the cracks I slip

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