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Pssyche by Killing Joke
Pssyche
In this track Geordie alterns different riffs with the same chords, you have to listen
the song to feel when he changes.
Most of the time, the C-string is palm-muted but sometimes he let it rings...let your
do the job!
RIFF 1 C-string=palm-muted, cut the chords with the fretting hand, except chords with a '.
D----------------------------|
A-3----3----3'--3----3----3'-|
F-2----2----2'--3----3----3'-|
C----0----0--------0----0----|
G----------------------------|
D----------------------------|
RIFF 2 C-string=palm-muted, F-string=slightly palm-muted.
D----------------------------------|
A----------------------------------|
F-2-----2-----2---3-----3-----3----|
C---0-0---0-0---0---0-0---0-0---0--|
G----------------------------------|
D----------------------------------|
As played sometimes. C string = palm-muted
D----------------------------------|
A-1-----1-----1---1-----1-----1----|
F-2-----2-----2---3-----3-----3----|
C---0-0---0-0---0---0-0---0-0---0--|
G----------------------------------|
D----------------------------------|
RIFF 3 C-string=palm-muted, play the chords as in RIFF 1 (').
D-3----3----3'--3----3-----3'-|
A-3----3----3'--3----3-----3'-|
F-2----2----2'--3----3-----3'-|
C----0----0--------0-----0----|
G-----------------------------|
D-----------------------------|
RIFF 4. C string = palm-muted, F-7 = slightly palm-muted
D---------------------------------|
A---------------------------------|
F-----7-7-----7-7-----7-7-----7-7-|
C-0-0-----0-0-----0-0-----0-0-----|
G---------------------------------|
D---------------------------------|
RIFF 5/ END RIFF C-string =palm-muted, cut the chords by pressing with the fretting
let ring the last chord.
D------3------3------3------3---------3----|
A------3------3------3------3-------3------|
F------2------2------3------3-----2--------|
C--0-0----0-0----0-0----0-0----0-----------|
G------------------------------------------|
D------------------------------------------|
You're alone in the pack, you're feeling like you wanna go home
You're feeling life's finished but you keep on going
The reason is there but you won't find it till you've been and gone
Because you're living a hoax, someone's got you sussed, oh
Dull your brain or seek inspiration
You fearin' an illusion and then you're findin' a transfer
Drugs for the machine to play with your head
So you can stand back and watch or take part and learn
Look at the controller, a Nazi with a social degree
A middle-class hero, a rapist with your eyes on me
You feast on masturbation, a priest cheers to the nuns you fuck
You'd wipe out spastics if you had the chance but Jesus wouldn't like it
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