Sublime - Jailhouse

perfeitamente no contexto de cada parte da música. A música é composta por diferentes variações da escala diatônica de Ré maior e é perfeita para enlouquecer com improvisos. Ela poderia chamar-se "Minutes After Surf Session", porque a energia e o relax que este som te traz é ideal para se escutar na volta pra casa com aquela sensação do dever cumprido dentro do mar! Com a cabeça feita, é lógico! -Intro 1- ---------x------------------------x------0------------------------------- ---7--7--x-7-------------9-----9--x------0------------------------------- ---7--7--x-7-----7-------9-----9--x-------------------------------------- ---7--7--x-7-----7-------9-----9--x-------------------------------------- ---5--5--x---5-------5/7-------7--x-------------------------------------- -------------------------------------0---------12/----------------------- -Intro 2- ------x---10----------x--x-----12----x--x-------------------------------- ------x---10----------x--x-----12----x--x-------------------------------- ------x---11----------x--x-----13----x--x-------------------------------- ------x---12----------x--x-----14----x--x-------------------------------- ------x---------------x--x-----------x--x-------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------------- -Versos-(Sempre nos acordes D e E com muitas variações) Jailhouse gets empty__ Rudy gets plenty___ ------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----------x-x----7---7-----x-----9---9--9--9---------------------------- ----7--7/--x-x----7---7-----x-----9---9--9--9---------------------------- ----7--7/--x-x----7---7-----x-----9---9--9--9---------------------------- ----5--5/--x-x--------------x-------------------------------------------- -----------x-x--------------x-------------------------------------------- -Solo- p.m.___________________________________________________ ------------------------------------------------------------------x-x---- ---------------------------------------------------------------x--x-x---- ------2--4-2-5-4-2-2---2-------------x-x-----------------------x--x-x---- --2-4----------------4---4-2-4-4-4-2-x-x--2-4-4-4-2-4-2--------x--x-x---- -------------------------------------x-x----------------4-2-4--x--------- -------------------------------------x-x--------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------0---------------------------5--5h7--10---------- ------------------------0-x---4--2----4b-2---4-h5h6------------9h11p9-- -------2---2h4-2----2h4-2-x-2-4-------------------------------------- 9b/ --2h4----4--------0-------x---------------------------------------------- --------------------------x---------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------5--------12---------------- ------------------------------------------5h7---7--12b----12b------------ ----------------------------2-4p3---2h4/6-------------------------------- -2h4-2--------2---------2h4-------4-------------------------------------- ----------2/4-----2h3h4-------------------------------------------------- -------0----------------------------------------------------------------- -Letra- Jailhouse gets empty, Rudy gets plenty, Baton stick gets shorter, Rudy gets taller. Can't fight against the youth, Cause we're strong. Them are rude rude people. Can't fight against the youth, Cause we're strong. Them are rude rude people. Now when I was a youth in 1983 it was the best day of my life. Had the '89 vision, we didnt fuss and no fight, when all the little daughters wanna be my... like a vision, it was playin on my guitar, on my guitar, I had to be there, I had to be there, I had to be there, I had to be there When the rhythm, playin, I know that I'm gonna be there, ya, oh Bud Gaugh will be singin there, and Eric Wilson will be bangin up there, yea, oh, and we'll be all singin' with vesion, oh what has been told to the wise, and uprooted, yea, its gonna be revealed unto, and sublime rudy, rudy, rudy, Can't fight against the youth, right now, Them are rude rude people. Can't fight against the resistance, oh right now, Them are rude, rude people. We gonna rule this planet, among children. We gonna rule this planet Cuz, when that rhythm, It was playin on my guitar, on my guitar, I had to be there, I had to be there, I had to be there, I had to be there, oh, when I was a youth it was the best day, it was the best day of my life. Had the '89 vision, we didnt fuss and no fight, when all the little daughters wanna be my... when that rhythm, It was playin on my guitar, on my guitar, I had to be there, I had to be there, I had to be there, I had to be there, I had to be there, I had to be there ----------------- Acordes -----------------