Guitar Lessons - Solando Com Edu VI Tabs

Titre: Revista Guitar Player Brasil - Li��es
Sous-titre: Solando com Edu VI
Artiste: Eduardo Ardanuy
Album: Revista Guitar Player Brasil, dezembro de 1.997, edi��o 23
Auteur: Eduardo Ardanuy
Copyright: Revista Guitar Player Brasil, dezembro de 1.997, edi��o 23
Transcrit par: Transcrito para o Guitar Pro 3 em 19/07/2.002
Instructions:
Notes: E ai, pessoal! Nesta edi��o, falaremos um pouco sobre
tapping (t�cnica de two hands). A progress�o ser� a
seguinte: A G/A D/A A: . Essa progress�o est� no
campo harm�nico de D (R� maior), tendo A (L� maior) a
fun��o de mixol�dio.
Para montar a progress�o, usei o V grau como t�nica,
um A mixol�dio e as tr�ades do IV grau (G) e I grau (D)
com baixo em A, gerando acordes sobrepostos,
mantendo sempre a fun��o mixol�dia na harmonia.
No primeiro lick ou riff, baseei-me em um lick de tapping
do guitarrista Nuno Bettencourt, do Extreme, apenas
trocando algumas notas. N segundo, usei apenas a
penta de A7 (T 3 4 5 7) para desenvolver toda a frase.
A letra "T" na tablatura significa que a nota deve ser
tocada com um dedo da m�o com c�lulas r�tmicas
diferentes.

Observe o Campo Harm�nico de D:
I - D7+
II - Em7
III - F#m7
IV - G7+
V - A7
VI - Bm7
VII - C#m7(5b)

Um abra�o e at� a pr�xima!

EDUARDO ARDANUY - � guitarrista da banda Dr. Sin.
Tocou na Chave do Sol, Anjos da Noite e Supla.
Gravou em disco com Eduardo Ara�jo. � professor de
guitarra em S�o Paulo.

P.S.: A� mo�ada do Brasil, vamos passar li��es de
revistas para ter um material legal para estudar. Mas
n�o esque�am de dar cr�dito ao autores, ok?

Tempo: 120 BPM
Pistes: 1
Instruments:
Mesures: 8

Paroles

The pupil is twelve, attractive, withdrawn
In a midnight blue school uniform
Lips just a little too full for her face
Distant eyes full of space
In her posture no trace of coquette
No defiance

She fingers the frets looking forlorn
Crossing her legs where her tights have been torn
Starts as her mother comes into the room
And the afternoon grows still
And her mother feels chill
Shivers and buttons her coat

I gently correct the curve of her back
And open her book in the now-empty flat
At the classical piece I've had her prepare
And her arms are bare as she plays
And I draw back behind her ear
A few strands of hair gone astray

She shows me her bracelet, the lesson is done
I turn it around between finger and thumb
We sit face to face and it seems to me that
Her face is the face of a cat
And touching the place where her breasts will be
I press my hand flat

She comes into my lap, I turn her around
Her hands clasp my neck and her feet skim the ground
Her skirt travels up under my palm
But the pupil sits looking so calm
As if listening to the distant sound
Of a burglar alarm

What happened next it's hard to recall
The guitar lesson left no traces at all
Now, from afar, it seems to resemble
A strange composition in oil
Of a man, a guitar, and an innocent little girl