Cifra da música: Jailhouse - Sublime

   Este som arrebenta e com certeza é o melhor do Sublime!
É um mistura perfeita de uma levada ?? com solos que se encaixam
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!
   
   Dúvidas ou sugestões: [email protected] 


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-Intro 2-
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-Versos-(Sempre nos acordes D e E com muitas variações)

               Jailhouse  gets  empty__
                     Rudy   gets   plenty___
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-Solo- 

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-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