A heavy metal song, with words, and a solo at the end. An update. A lot of work. Project started a couple of years ago. A lot of time signature changes, but it's not intentionnal. The tab has errors in the rhythm guitar, but I expect of the guitarists and bassists to adapt and play by ear a little, in order to get along with the drum. Comments and suggestion are welcomed.
An old song I added the lyrics on. With plenty of solos.
He was a politician who took care of the funds of the citizens,
The day before his election he distributed bottles of alcohol,
He hired a prostitute in order to seduce his unbending rival,
In spite of all the insurgents, at the elections, he would win the vote
His marriage was a stra tegy,
He has never had a real buddy,
Only suckers goes to his parties,
No one ever dared oppose his will,
At least no one who is still alive.
On a quiet afternoon, I have heard gun shots in the parking lot.
It was some angry warrior shooting in the air with a machinegun.
He was calling for the mayor, for some obvious reasons,
But the wise gentlemen had already left his house in a hurry.
We couldn't expect other wise from a rat fleeing from a burning ship.
But his suit case is full of money, it's a rubberry, rather than an escape.
That's the typical masquerade, it is the associate who will take the blame.
The rubber is not suspected and it's the scapegoat who ends up in jail.
But I could not believe I was witnessing a fraud.
All of us got deceived by a scarecrow holding a gun.
Meanwhile the real thief was in a plane flying abroad.
So this was the story of the grey advisor,
He who influences men with mischievous whispers,
He hides in the shadow in order to control the world.
They're called spin doc tors, and should not be over seen,
Cause the longer we wait, and the greater the debt will be,
And sooner or later, they'll take the savings and leave.
Es la historia del caballo de Troy, pero es una otra version, la version de me, con un vera cabalo que estan infectado con un virus que se transmita a el, desde los muertes en el campo de batalla. Antes de eso, el cabalo regressa en su ciudad, con los guerreros, y el lo infectado mientra la noche, quando todo el mundo estado dormiendo.
Here's one that I don't think will be a great song, but anyway, I made some lyrics about a small town community who were suspicious about foreigners, and who decided by one night, to lynch and old silent dude, who lived away from everybody. Then when they were about to through the guy down the church tower with the bell rope tied around his neck, an eclipse would happen, making all the fanatics hairs turn white. Something like that.
Heres some accoustic song, fingerpicked, arranged for christmass style. The drum track has been muted, cause Im not satisfied with it yet, it still needs improvement, and interlude and a solo, but since Im already late for a christmas post, I send it even though its not finished. Rate and comment.