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X-Mas In Hell by Sixx AM
X-Mas In Hell
D A D G B E
Drop D tuning
Bells(intro) tabbed for guitar:
e:6--5-6-3--| or e:-----------|
B:----------| for B:11--10-11-8|
G:----------| a G:-----------|
D:----------| better D:-----------|
A:----------| sound A:-----------|
D:----------| D:-----------|
Acoustic intro/outro plays pretty much just four or eight chords,
depending on if you count the added pinky:
G2 G3b Bb2 Bb3 F2 F3 Eb2 Eb3
e:---------|----------|--------|----------||
B:---------|----------|--------|----------||
G:---------|----------|--------|----------||
D:--7--8---|--10--12--|--5--7--|--3---5---||
A:--5--5---|--8---8---|--3--3--|--1---1---||
D:--5--5---|--8---8---|--3--3--|--1---1---||
Here's how it'll play out:
G3b G2 G3b G3b G2 G3b
e:|-------------------|------------------|
B:|-------------------|------------------|
G:|*------------------|------------------|
D:|*-----8---7---8----|-----8---7---8----| play twice
A:|----5---5---5---5--|---5---5---5---5--|
D:|--5----------------|-5----------------|
Bb3 Bb2 Bb3 Bb3 Bb2 Bb3
e:|---------------------|---------------------|
B:|---------------------|---------------------|
G:|---------------------|---------------------|
D:|-----12---10---12----|-----12---10---12----| play once
A:|---8----8----8----8--|---8----8----8----8--|
D:|-8-------------------|-8-------------------|
F3 F2 F3 F3 F2 F3
e:|------------------|------------------|
B:|------------------|------------------|
G:|------------------|------------------|
D:|-----7---5---7----|-----7---5---7----|
A:|---3---3---3---3--|---3---3---3---3--|
D:|-3----------------|-3----------------|
Eb3 Eb2 Eb3 F3 F2 F3
e:|------------------|-------------------|
B:|------------------|-------------------|
G:|------------------|------------------*| then back to the top
D:|-----5---3---5----|-----7---5---7----*|
A:|---1---1---1---1--|---3---3---3---3---|
D:|-1----------------|-3-----------------|
When the first monolouge is over, it goes all metal on us, the choir singing
the bell part (basically), counting switches to 3/4 and the rythem guitar is doing this:
e:-------------|-------------|
B:-------------|-------------|
G:-------------|-------------|
D:-6---6-6-6---|-6---6-6-6---| play twice
A:-6---6-6-6---|-6---6-6-6---|
D:-6---6-6-6---|-6---6-6-6---|
e:-------------|-------------|
B:-------------|-------------|
G:-------------|-------------| play twice also, then repeat untill
D:-5---5-5-5---|-5---5-5-5---| solo is over... then back to the top(again)
A:-5---5-5-5---|-5---5-5-5---| REMEMBER 3 BEATS PER MEASURE!
D:-5---5-5-5---|-5---5-5-5---|
While that's going on, you get one of your buddies to play this:
SOLOOO!!!
e:----------------|----------------||---------------|---------------|
B:-11---10-11-8---|-11---10-11-8---||-10---9-10-7---|-10---9-10-7---|
G:*---------------|---------------*||*--------------|--------------*| repeat each twice
D:*---------------|---------------*||*--------------|--------------*|
A:----------------|----------------||---------------|---------------|
D:----------------|----------------||---------------|---------------|
e:-10---8-10-6---|-10---8-10-6---||-9---8-9-6---|-9---8-9-6---|
B:---------------|---------------||-------------|-------------|
G:*--------------|--------------*||*------------|------------*| these also
D:*--------------|--------------*||*------------|------------*|
A:---------------|---------------||-------------|-------------|
E:---------------|---------------||-------------|-------------|
e:-15---15-15-13-11-|-10--------------|-8---8-8-10-8-|--------------|
B:------------------|------11-11-11-11|--------------|-10---8-8-8---| \
G:------------------|-----------------|--------------|--------------| \
D:------------------|-----------------|--------------|--------------| >
A:------------------|-----------------|--------------|--------------| / |
D:------------------|-----------------|--------------|--------------| / |
e:-10---10-11-10---|-10---10-11-10---|-14---14-15-14---|-14---14-15-14---| |
B:-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------| |
G:-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------| play this_| part again,
D:-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------| then this next line
A:-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
D:-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
e:-10---10-11-10---|-14---14-15-14---|-17---17-18-17---|-10---10---10---|-15~~~~~~~~~~|~~~~~~~~~~
B:-(3----3--4--3)--|-(7----7--8--7)--|(10---10-11-10)--|-(3----3----3)--|-(8)---------|
G:-(7----7--8--7)--|(11---11-12-11)--|(14---14-15-14)--|-(7----7----7)--|-(12)--------|
D:-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|----------------|-------------|
A:-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|----------------|-------------|
D:-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|----------------|-------------|
(the notes in parentheses are optional,
and an octave down, for if you don't have cut-away or electric)
Which then trails back into the opening riff with ONE exception...
When you are about done with the song, play this little bit... it attaches to the
end of your last G:
G3b G2 G3b G3b G2 G3b
e:|------------------|-------------------|
B:|------------------|-------------------|
G:|------------------|-------------------|
D:|-----8---7---8----|-----8---7-------5~|~~~
A:|---5---5---5---5--|---5---5---5-8-----|
D:|-5----------------|-5-----------------|
starts slowing down a bit...... hold
Merry Christmas...well that's what people say at Christmas, right?
Except for normally they have somebody to say it to.
They have friends and family. They haven't been crouched naked under a Christmas tree with a needle in their arm like an insane person in a mansion in Van Nuys. They're not out of their minds, they're not writing in a diary, and they're definitely not watching their holiday spirit coagulate in a spoon.
I didn't speak to a single person today. I thought... why should I ruin their fucking Christmas?
I've started a new diary and this time I have a few new reasons.
One: I have no friends left.
Two: so I can read back and remember what I did the day before.
And three: so if I die, at least I leave a nice little suicide note of my life.
It's just me and you, diary... Welcome to my fucking life.
Nobody would believe the shit happens inside my head, it's haunted.
Now I've come down from the drugs it seems like a sick play that I saw in a theater somewhere.
Thirty minutes ago, I could have killed somebody...
Or better yet...myself.
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version 2
e:-------------------------------------------------------------------|
B:-------------------------------------------------------------------|
G:-------------------------------------------------7-5-7------7-5-7--|
D:-----8-7-8------8-7-8------8-7-8------8-7-8------------------------|
A:---3----------3----------3----------3----------3----------3--------|
E:-0----------0----------0----------0----------0----------0----------|
e:---------------------------------------------|
B:---------------------------------------------|
G:---------------------------------------------|
D:-----7-5-7------7-5-7------5-3-5------7-5-7--|
A:---3----------3----------3----------3--------|
E:-0----------0----------0----------0----------|
And keep repeating the same riff until it gets to the people singing: "La la-la-la" in
song, and I'll (eventually) tab out the solo
Merry Christmas...well that's what people say at Christmas, right?
Except for normally they have somebody to say it to.
They have friends and family. They haven't been crouched naked under a Christmas tree with a needle in their arm like an insane person in a mansion in Van Nuys. They're not out of their minds, they're not writing in a diary, and they're definitely not watching their holiday spirit coagulate in a spoon.
I didn't speak to a single person today. I thought... why should I ruin their fucking Christmas?
I've started a new diary and this time I have a few new reasons.
One: I have no friends left.
Two: so I can read back and remember what I did the day before.
And three: so if I die, at least I leave a nice little suicide note of my life.
It's just me and you, diary... Welcome to my fucking life.
Nobody would believe the shit happens inside my head, it's haunted.
Now I've come down from the drugs it seems like a sick play that I saw in a theater somewhere.
Thirty minutes ago, I could have killed somebody...
Or better yet...myself.
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version 3
Tuning: Standard
wah pedal
solo
e|-5-3h5---5-3h5---5-3h5---5-3h5---4-2h4---4-2h4---4-2h4---4-2h4-------------|
B|-------6-------6-------6-------6-------5-------5-------5-------5-----------|
G|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
D|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
A|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
E|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
e|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|-14-12h14----14-12h14----14-12h14----14-12h14----13-11h13----13-11h13------|
G|----------15----------15----------15----------15----------14----------14---|
D|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
A|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
E|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
e|-------------------------15-15-15-13-11-10---------------------------------|
B|-13-11h13----13-11h13----------------------11-11-13-13-13-15-13-11-8-8-----|
G|----------14----------14---------------------------------------------------|
D|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
A|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
E|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
e|-10-10h11p10--10-10h11p10--14-14h15p14--14-14h15p14------------------------|
B|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
G|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
D|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
A|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
E|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
e|-15-15-15-13-11-10---------------------------------|
B|-------------------11-11-13-13-13-15-13-11-8-8-----|
G|---------------------------------------------------|
D|---------------------------------------------------|
A|---------------------------------------------------|
E|---------------------------------------------------|
e|-10-10h11p10--14-14h15p14--17-17h18p17--10--15-----|
B|---------------------------------------------------|
G|---------------------------------------------------|
D|---------------------------------------------------|
A|---------------------------------------------------|
E|---------------------------------------------------|
Merry Christmas...well that's what people say at Christmas, right?
Except for normally they have somebody to say it to.
They have friends and family. They haven't been crouched naked under a Christmas tree with a needle in their arm like an insane person in a mansion in Van Nuys. They're not out of their minds, they're not writing in a diary, and they're definitely not watching their holiday spirit coagulate in a spoon.
I didn't speak to a single person today. I thought... why should I ruin their fucking Christmas?
I've started a new diary and this time I have a few new reasons.
One: I have no friends left.
Two: so I can read back and remember what I did the day before.
And three: so if I die, at least I leave a nice little suicide note of my life.
It's just me and you, diary... Welcome to my fucking life.
Nobody would believe the shit happens inside my head, it's haunted.
Now I've come down from the drugs it seems like a sick play that I saw in a theater somewhere.
Thirty minutes ago, I could have killed somebody...
Or better yet...myself.
| / slide up
| \ slide down
| h hammer-on
| p pull-off
| ~ vibrato
| + harmonic
| x Mute note
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version 4
Tuning: Standard
e|----------------------------|
B|---1--0--1-------1--0--1----| X2
G|-2---------2---2---------2--|
D|----------------------------|
A|0---0---0----0-----0--0-----|
E|----------------------------|
e|----0-------0---------0------0-----|
B|--1-----3------1----1------3---1---| X1
G|-----------------------------------|
D|-----------------------------------|
A|3-----3---3-------3------3---------|
E|-----------------------------------|
e|-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|----0---------0--------0------0-------------------------------0-----0--------1--0--1-----|
G|--0------2------0----0---2------0--------2----0-----2-------0---2-----0-----2--------2---|
D|--------------------------------------3----------------3---------------------------------|
A|--------------------------------------------------------------------------0----0--0------|
E|3------3----3------3--------3------1--------1-----1-------3-------3----------------------|
Merry Christmas...well that's what people say at Christmas, right?
Except for normally they have somebody to say it to.
They have friends and family. They haven't been crouched naked under a Christmas tree with a needle in their arm like an insane person in a mansion in Van Nuys. They're not out of their minds, they're not writing in a diary, and they're definitely not watching their holiday spirit coagulate in a spoon.
I didn't speak to a single person today. I thought... why should I ruin their fucking Christmas?
I've started a new diary and this time I have a few new reasons.
One: I have no friends left.
Two: so I can read back and remember what I did the day before.
And three: so if I die, at least I leave a nice little suicide note of my life.
It's just me and you, diary... Welcome to my fucking life.
Nobody would believe the shit happens inside my head, it's haunted.
Now I've come down from the drugs it seems like a sick play that I saw in a theater somewhere.
Thirty minutes ago, I could have killed somebody...
Or better yet...myself.
| / slide up
| \ slide down
| h hammer-on
| p pull-off
| ~ vibrato
| + harmonic
| x Mute note
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version 5
Tuning: Standard
intro
e----------------------------------------------------|
B----------------------------------------------------|
G-----------------------757--757---------------------| X3
D---878--878--878--878------------878--878--656--757-|
A----------------------------------------------------|
E-00---00---00---00---00---00---00---00---00---00----|
e----------------------|
B----------------------|
G----------------------| X1
D---878--878--878--878-|
A----------------------|
E-00---00---00---00----|
Merry Christmas...well that's what people say at Christmas, right?
Except for normally they have somebody to say it to.
They have friends and family. They haven't been crouched naked under a Christmas tree with a needle in their arm like an insane person in a mansion in Van Nuys. They're not out of their minds, they're not writing in a diary, and they're definitely not watching their holiday spirit coagulate in a spoon.
I didn't speak to a single person today. I thought... why should I ruin their fucking Christmas?
I've started a new diary and this time I have a few new reasons.
One: I have no friends left.
Two: so I can read back and remember what I did the day before.
And three: so if I die, at least I leave a nice little suicide note of my life.
It's just me and you, diary... Welcome to my fucking life.
Nobody would believe the shit happens inside my head, it's haunted.
Now I've come down from the drugs it seems like a sick play that I saw in a theater somewhere.
Thirty minutes ago, I could have killed somebody...
Or better yet...myself.
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