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Glaucoma

  • Автор: Rootlifter
  • Текст песни:
    artist: rootlifter
    title: glaucoma
    album: not yet established
    music and lyrics by: sean carver
    tuning: standard
    
    it’s a pretty messed up effect used...kinda like a echoy flanger...
    
    
    intro/verse:
    E:-------------------------------------------
    B:---------------0---------------------------
    G:------2------2---2----------0-------0-1b-0-
    D:----0------0-------0------2-------2--------
    A:--4------4--------------2-------2----------
    E:4------4--------------0-------0------------
    
    bridge:
    E:-----------------------------------------------
    B:8/10-10-8/10-10/11-10-1--1--1-3-3-3-3-3-3-1--1-
    G:7/9--9--7/9--9-/10-9--0--0--0-2-2-2-2-2-2-0--0-
    D:-----------------------------------------------
    A:-----------------------------------------------
    E:-----------------------------------------------
    
    chorus:
    E:--7--7h9-----6--6h8-----3--3-0---------------
    B:-8--8---8---7--7---7---3--3---0---1--1-0h1h0-
    G:9--9-----9-6--6-----6-2--2-------2--2--------
    D:--------------------------------2--2---------
    A:---------------------------------------------
    E:---------------------------------------------
    
    interlude:
    E:19-19-19-21-21-21-19-19-19-21-21-21-19-19-21-21-----19-19-----18-18------
    B:-----------------------------------------------21-21-----21-21-----21-19-
    G:-------------------------------------------------------------------------
    D:-------------------------------------------------------------------------
    A:-------------------------------------------------------------------------
    E:-------------------------------------------------------------------------
    
    
    LYRICS:
    flying with the centrions,
    cause we’re all blind,
    into the caves,
    isn’t love divine?..
    
    come out and play,
    i need to cry,
    come out and play,
    i need new eyes...
    
    im soaked to the bone,
    fuck i hate gravity,
    gather up the bettermen,
    let them strip the skin...
    
    yea,
    into the caves,
    into the caves,
    into the caves,
    where you won’t find me...
    
    come out and play,
    i need to cry,
    come out and play,
    i need new eyes...
    
    yea,
    strip the skin,
    strip the skin,
    strip the skin,
    just like the pig i am....
    
    
    by sean carver
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