标题:The Power Of Equality
艺人:Red Hot Chili Peppers
作词:Flea, Frusciante, Kiedis ...
节拍:
Moderate ♩ = 104
音轨:
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Vocals - 合成人声 Synth Voice
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Backup Vocals - 合成人声 Synth Voice
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Guitar 1 - 清音电吉他 Electric Guitar (clean)
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Guitar 2 - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
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Bass - 击弦贝司1 Slap Bass 1
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Drums - 敲击乐器
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Percussion - 敲击乐器
注释:
Hey
batter
batter
hey
batter
hey
batter
batter
Hey
batter
batter
hey
batter
hey
batter
batter
Hey
batter
batter
hey
batter
hey
batter
batter
Hey
batter
batter
Swing!
I've
got
a
soul
that
cannot
sleep
at
night
when
something
just
ain't
right.
Blood
red
but
without
sight,
ex
-plo
-ding
e
-gos
in
the
night.
Mix
like
sticks
of
dy
-na
-mite,
red
black
or
white
this
is
my
fight,
Come on
courage
let's
be
heard,
turn
feel
-ings
in
-to
words.
A
-merican
equality
has
always
been
sour,
an
attitude
I
would like to
devour. My
name is
peace, this is my hour,
can I get
just a little bit of
power?
Pow
-er
of
e
-qual
-i
-ty
is
not
yet
what
it
ought
to
be.
It
fills
me
up
like a
hol
-low tree,
the
pow
-er
of
e
-qual
-i
-ty.
Right or wrong
this is my song.
you don't like it,
get along.
Say
what I want,
do
what I can,
death to the message of the Ku Klux Klan.
I don't
buy
su
-prema
-cy
a
me-di-a
chief
you
men-ace me.
The
people you
say cause
all the crime,
wake up
mutherfucker
and
smell the slime.
Blackist
anger,
whitist
fear,
Can you hear me?
Am I clear?
My
name is peace this is my hour,
can I get
just a little bit of
power?
Pow
-er
of
e
-qual
-i
-ty
is
not
yet
what
it
ought
to
be.
It
fills
me
up
like a
hol
-low tree,
the
pow
-er
of
e
-qual
-i
-ty.
Well,
I've got tapes,
I've
got
C.
D.'s
I've
got my Public
Enemy.
My
lily-white
ass is
tickled pink
when I
listen to the music that
makes me think.
Not another mother fuckin'
po -li -ti -cian
doin'
nothin'
but something for his own ambition.
Never touch the sound we make,
Soul
sacred love
vows that we take.
To create
straight what is true,
Yo,
he's with me,
and what I do,
My
name is peace this is my hour,
can I get
just a little bit of
power?
Pow
-er
of
e
-qual
-i
-ty
is
not
yet
what
it
ought
to
be.
It
fills
me
up
like a
hol
-low tree,
the
pow
-er
of
e
-qual
-i
-ty.
Madder than a mother fucker,
lick my finger,
Can't forget 'cause the memory
lingers.
Count 'em all quick little picadilly sickness,
Take me to the hick, oh, eat my thickness.
I've got a welt from the
bible
belt,
ah,
Dealing with the hand that I've been dealt.
Uh,
sitting in the grip of a
klling,
fist,
ah,
Giving up blood just to ex
-ist.
Rub me wrong and I get pissed,
I,
no I
ah,
cannot ah,
get to this.
People in pain,
I
do
not
dig it.
A change of brain for Mistor Bigot.
Little
brother
do
you
hear
me?
Have a
heart, oh,
come get near me.
Mis-e
-ry
is
not
my
friend,
but I'll
break be
-fore I bend.
What I see is
in
-san -i
-ty.
What ever
happened to
humanity?
What ever
happened to
humanity?
What ever
happened to
humanity?
ought to be.
A hollow tree.
ought to be.
A hollow tree.
ought to be.
A hollow tree.
标记:
Intro
Verse 1
Chorus 1
Verse 2
Chorus 2
Interlude
Verse 3
Chorus 3
Guitar Solo
Verse 4
Bass Solo
Outro
