Butch Walker (nacido con el nombre Bradley Glenn Walker III el 14 de noviembre de 1970) es un músico, compositor y productor estadounidense.
Walker creció en Cartersville, Georgia, resaltando como guitarrista e intérprete en varias bandas de rock en los ochenta, como Bad Boyz y Byte the Bullet. En 1988, él llevó a Byte the Bullet para Los Angeles donde firmaron con Virgin Records en menos de un año. La banda entonces cambió su nombre a SouthGang y lanzaron dos álbumes, Tainted Angel en 1991 y Group Therapy en 1992.
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Closer To The Truth – Butch Walker ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tabbed by: Andrew Hill Email: [email protected]
Tuning:EADGBe
Closer to the Truth **updated 5/16/09**
Not sure about the one chord in the chorus, and what I’m playing I can’t even find a name for the chord, I’ll just call it D#6 for the purpose of making out the tab for now.
E Ribbons went flying out the window A5 As we drove down the interstate E Sex was something so brand new A5 It was hard as hell to wait E She made faces at the goddamn rednecks A5 They say, look at you boy.. You must worship satan E Just because I had the same long hair A5 as the jesus in all their paintings
F#5A Yeah but church just made me scared of words like E5D#6 sermon, faith, and congregation F#5A in a world with so many answers left E5D#6 why do I need so many explanations F#5G#5A5 to get closer to the truth and further from the sky F#5A and the static singes the speakers E5D#6 like a thousand hymns of inspiration F#5A the road just winds through the canyon like E5D#6 a big black snake headed for salvation F#5G#5A5 I'm getting closer to the truth and further from the sky
Same pattern through the rest of the song for verses and choruses ------------------------- A roadside venue wallpapered in menus In a town that forgot it's own name We were hungry for anything that had a pulse As we freed ourselves from the rain There's a disgruntled metalhead playing guitar For a pop singer up on the screen With his head slung low and guitar slung high He just wants a chance to be seen
He tells me at the bar that he's on his last leg That he used to have it all in his hands And the girls don't think much of him these days Which is hard for him to understand Cuz he's a little bit old and a little bit thin But he still has his heart in a sling We pay for the drinks and the bartender drinks And it couldn't be more late, yeah we're all so late
| / slide up | slide down | h hammer-on | p pull-off | ~ vibrato | + harmonic | x Mute note =============================================================================