Tom: G
Riff:
(Obs: Este é o riff básico, há umas variações ao decorrer da música, mas é tudo relacionado a isto)
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|----2--------------------2-------------------------|
|----------------0-------------------------0--------|
|--3---3----------------3-- --3--------------------|
|-----------2----------------------2----------------|
Riff 2:
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|--5--5-5-4-4-4-3-3-3-2-2-2------------|
|--5--5-5-4-4-4-3-3-3-2-2-2------------|
|--5--5-5-4-4-4-3-3-3-2-2-2------------|
|--------------------------------------|
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Solo:
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|-2-/-16---16--18-18-18-18-18-18-16-18-18-18-18-18-18|
|-2-/-16---------------------------------------------|
|-2-/-16--------------------------------------------|
|-2-/-16---------------------------------------------|
|----------------------------------------------------|
Hold
|------------------------------------16b-(18)--------|
|--16--16-14-13-12~~~~~~---16\-/16-------------------|
|--------------------------16\-/16-------------------|
|--------------------------16\-/16-----------16b-(16)|
|--------------------------16\-/16-------------------|
|----------------------------------------------------|
Gradual release
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|-(16)-(16)-(16)-------------------------------------|
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Letra:
-Gallons of Rubbing Alcohol Flow Through the Strip-
It hurts when you have to press that dull little thing
that you're only supposed to use once and then discard
Where do you put it? In the garbage can, my honest friend
My shyness, pet her flow
She's only been five months late,
even though we haven't had sex for a week
A meal a day, a meal, I say
And my heart's made my...
Somebody else already used the word aurora borealis
She was tied up in chains, and someone helped
her in the freezer
She's only five weeks late,
and I haven't had a date forever...
ever...ever...forever!
Wish I had more...more opportunity,
more chances to remember some things
so I couldn't have so much pressure on my...
on my...on my, um...ah, on my...um...um...
I forget
We'd have so much more diversity,
and so much more input, so much more creative flow,
if we had someone in school, a GIT...
GIT...geeks...in...town
Ha!...Come on, Dave, think of one...
