Paul Gilbert is well known for his highly-acclaimed technical guitar work with Racer X and Mr. Big . After he parted ways with Mr. Big in 1996, Paul pursued his career as a solo guitarist and has evolved into a successful solo artist/singer/songwriter.
Gilbert composes music in a wide variety of styles including pop, rock, metal, blues, jazz, funk and classical, but is perhaps best known for his versatility and speed. His guitar work is characterised
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------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mr. Spock - Paul Gilbert ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tabbed by: Max Olsson Email: [email protected]
Mr. Spock
Verse: E E|-5----4--2---o--| I can't breathe, there's too much dust in the air BAE I can't see, cause all the grease in my hair EF#/EG#/EAAE Is getting in my eyes and makes me look like I'm crying
E E|-5----4--2---o--| I can't stay, already been here too long BAE I can't leave, don't want to leave you alone EF#/EG#/EABAB Now I'm a big strong man so don't you think that I'm crying
Bridge: AB No it's the rain outside getting on my face AB Or the foam from a glass of beer AEAB Or the water fountain was misplaced EAB It is anything but a tear
Chorus: BEBA No I'm not crying, I'm not crying F# I don't have time to spend on that AB I've got to keep on trying EBA I'm not crying, I'm not crying F# I only want you back And so I AB really should be flying EABABEAE To knock on your door, Mr.Spock is no more
Verse:
I can't feel, because my heart is so strong I can't go, I don't know where I belong I keep on searching for someplace, can't you see that I'm trying
I can't hide, because I'm six feet four I don't fit, cause I'm too tall for the door I hit my head if I forget and band aids I'm buying
Bridge: Now it's the rain outside getting on my face Or the foam from a glass of beer Or the water fountain was misplaced It is anything but a tear
Chorus: No I'm not crying, I'm not crying I don't have time to spend on that I've got to keep on trying I'm not crying, I'm not crying I only want you back And so I really should be flying To knock on your door, Mr.Spock is no more