Lines In The Sand

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Dream Theater《Lines In The Sand》吉他谱:共 7 条音轨(Petrucci、Sherinian Lead、Sherinian Rhy.、Sherinian Strings、Sherinian Polysynth、Myung、Portnoy),326 小节,时长约 10 分 41 秒,GP5 格式,支持在线播放与打印。

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Dream Theater，堪称是90年代以来最重要也最具代表性与影响力的前卫金属乐团，其92年所发表的专辑《Images and Words》，为当时的金属乐开创出新的表现形式，专辑中高层次的技术展现，使得团员纷纷成为各方注目的焦点，也使得这张专辑顺理成章地成为前卫金属史上的经典代表作，也是所有前卫金属乐迷奉为「圣经」的必备专辑。 Dream Theater成立於80年代中期，最初的团名为Majesty，由三位出自美国波士顿著名的Berklee音乐学院的吉他手John Petrucci、鼓手Mike Portnoy、bass手John Myung，再加上keyboard手Kevin Moore所组成。1986年3月，主唱Chris Collins加入DT，并录制了一张demo。然而由於Chris的嗓音无法胜任DT的要求，不久离开了DT。87年新任主唱Charlie Domin…

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Sometimes, for a moment of bliss

And the passion, we're craving

There's a message we miss

Sometimes when, the spirits left alone

We must believe in something

To find if we've grown

Tragic reflex, shattered calm

Static progress, senses gone

Numb awareness, Final psalm

Swept away with the tide

Through the holes in my hands

Crown of thorns at my side

Drawing lines in the sand

Sometimes, if you're perfectly still

You can hear the virgin weeping

For the saviour of your will

Sometimes, your castles in the air

And the fantasies you're seeking

Are the crosses that you bear

Sacred conflict, blessed prize

Weeping crosses, stainless eyes

Desperate addict, faith disguised

Swept away with the tide

Through the holes in my hands

Crown of thorns at my side

Drawing lines in the sand

We fabricate our demons

Invite them into our homes

Have supper with the aliens

And fight the war alone

We conjure up our skeletons

Enlist the den of thieves

Frightened from our closets

Then sewn upon our sleeves

In the stream of consciousness

There is a river crying

Living comes much easier

Once we admit

We're dying

Sometimes, in the wreckage of our wake

There's a bitterness we harbour

And hate for hatred's sake

Sometimes we dig an early grave

And crucify our instincts

For the hope we couldn't save

Sometimes a view from sinless eyes

Centers our perspective

And pacifies our cries

Sometimes the anguish we survive

And the mysteries we nurture

Are the fabrics of our lives

Swept away with the tide

Through the holes in my hands

Crown of thorns at my side

Drawing lines in the sand.......