All of the Guitar Tier 2 Rock Band songs

GUITAR

Breaking the Girl by Red Hot Chili Peppers

October 2nd, 2008

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Red Hot Chili Peppers



Blood Sugar Sex Magik



Alternative


DIFFICULTY

BAND 1
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

I am a man
Cut from the know
Rarely do friends
Come and then go
She was a girl
Soft but estranged
We were the two
Our lives rearranged
Feeling so good that day
A feeling of love that day

Twisting and turning
Your feelings are burning
You’re breaking the girl
She meant you no harm
Think you’re so clever
But now you must sever
You’re breaking the girl
He loves no one else

Raised by my dad
Girl of the day
He was my man
That was the way
She was the girl
Left alone
Feeling the need
To make me her home
I don’t know what when or why
The twilight of love had arrived

Twisting and turning
Your feelings are burning
You’re breaking the girl
She meant you no harm
Think you’re so clever
But now you must sever
Youre breaking the girl
He loves no one else

Twisting and turning
Your feelings are burning
You’re breaking the girl
She meant you no harm
Think you’re so clever
But now you must sever
You’re breaking the girl
He loves no one else

Bass

Mellowship Slinky in B Major by Red Hot Chili Peppers

October 2nd, 2008

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Red Hot Chili Peppers



Blood Sugar Sex Magik



Alternative


DIFFICULTY

BAND 1
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

I’ve got a mellowship, I’ve got a fellowship
I’ve got a nonstop yo swan hello chip
Born to adore the big bad bison
Thunderstorm and a man like Tyson
Popcorn peanuts lookin’ at big butts
No, I cannot keep my mouth shut
Rockin’ to the beat of the fabulous forum
My Lakers I adore ‘em
Blush my lady when I tell her
That I do indeed love to smell her
Sopping wet your pink umbrella
Do the dog with Isabella

I’m so in love yes with an artist
Imagination, he’s the smartest
Robert Williams, stroke and splatter
I attest to your gray matter
Living kings how true it rings
These are just a few of my favorite things

Good god, where’s my sleigh now
Good god, playing for days now
Good god, any day now
Good god, take me away now
Good god, purple haze now
Good god, the baddest of brains now
Good god, any day now
Good god, ridin’ my sleigh now

Being that I’m the duke of my domain
My hat goes off to Mark Twain
Singing a song about what true men don’t do
Killing another creature, that’s kind of blue
Writing about the world of the wild coyote
Goodman Truman Capote
Talking about my thoughts ’cause they must grow
Cock my brain to shoot my load
I’m on my porch ’cause I lost my house key
Pick up my book, I read Bukowski
Can I get another kiss from you
Kiss me right here on my tattoo

Good god, where’s my sleigh now
Good god, playing for days now
Good god, any day now
Good god, take me away now
Good god, De Niro’s insane now
Good god, rackin’ my brain now
Good god, any day now
Good god, take me away now
Take me away
Ah yea

Me my friends and the sex machine
Do unto others like my brother’s bean
I know you’ve got a mother
So give her a hug
I know you’ve got a mother
With a whole lot of love
Billy sings and Basie swings
These are just a few of my favorite things

These are just a few of my favorite things
These are just a few of my favorite things
These are just a few

Bass

Apache Rose Peacock by Red Hot Chili Peppers

October 2nd, 2008

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Red Hot Chili Peppers



Blood Sugar Sex Magik



Alternative


DIFFICULTY

BAND 1
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

Sittin’ on a sack of beans
Sittin’ down in New Orleans
You wouldn’t believe what I’ve seen
Sitting on that sack of beans

Lunatics on pogo sticks
Another southern fried freak on a crucifix
Hicks don’t mix with politics
People on the street just kickin’ to the licks

Yes my favorite place to be
Is not a land called Honah Lee
Mentally or physically
I wanna be in New Orleans

Oh good brother just when I tought
That I had seen it all
My eyes popped out, my dick got hard
And I dropped my jaw

I saw a bird walkin’ down the block
Name apache rose peacock
I could not speak I was in shock
I told my knees to please not knock

Yes my favorite place to be
Is not a land called Honah Lee
Mentally or physically
I wanna be in New Orleans

A little boy came along
Name of Louis Armstrong
Said that girl who left me silly
She liked the looks of me and my willy

So I found her in the quarter
Good God how I adored her
Oh she made me feel so cozy
When she told me I could call her rosey

I kiss your hair your skin so bare
I’ll take you with me girl anywhere
You fare well in stormy weather
I never met a girl that I like better

Twinkle twinkle little star
Shining down on my blue car
Drivin’ down the boulevard
She was soft and I was hard

Apache rose gotta rockin’ peacock
Hottest ass on the goddamn block
Rockin’ to the beat of the funcky ass meters
She has one of those built in heaters

I kiss your hair your skin so bare
I’ll take you with me girl anywhere
You fare well in stormy weather
I never met a girl that I like better

Voodoo gurus casting their spells
Cockatoo drag queens shakin’ their bells
Silver sound escapes the trumpet
Watch your leg someone might hump it

Chicken strut your butt let’s rock
Gettin’ it on under your frock
Flowing like a flame all through the night
My girl’s insane but it’s all right

Yes my favorite place to be
Is not a land called Honah Lee
Mentally or physically
I wanna be in New Orleans

Bass

Witch Hunt (Part III of Fear) by Rush

September 25th, 2008

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Rush



Moving Pictures



Progressive


DIFFICULTY

BAND 1
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

The night is black, without a moon.
The air is thick and still.
The vigilantes gather on
The lonely torchlit hill.

Features distorted in the flickering light,
Faces are twisted and grotesque.
Silent and stern in the sweltering night,
The mob moves like demons possesed.
Quiet in conscience, calm in their right,
Confident their ways are best.

The righteous rise
With burning eyes
Of hatred and ill-will.
Madmen fed on fear and lies
To beat and burn and kill.

They say there are strangers who threaten us,
Our immigrants and infidels.
They say there is strangeness to danger us
In our theatres and bookstore shelves,
That those who know what’s best for us
Must rise and save us from ourselves.

Quick to judge,
Quick to anger,
Slow to understand
Ignorance and prejudice
And fear walk hand in hand.

Bass

Vital Signs by Rush

September 25th, 2008

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Overview


Rush



Moving Pictures



Progressive


DIFFICULTY

BAND 1
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

Unstable condition,
A symptom of life,
Of mental and environmental change.
Atmosphereic disturbance,
The feverish flux
Of human interface and interchange.

The impulse is pure;
Sometimes our circuits get shorted
By external interference.
Signals get crossed
And the balance distorted
By internal incoherence.

A tired mind become a shape shifter,
Everybody need a mood lifter,
Everybody need reverse polarity.
Everybody got mixed feelings
About the function and the form.
Everybody got to elevate from the norm.

An ounce of perception,
A pound of obscure.
Process information at half speed.
Pause, rewind, replay,
Warm memory chip,
Random sample, hold the one you need.

Leave out the fiction,
The fact is, this friction
Will only be won by persistence.
Leave out conditions,
Courageous convictions
Will drag the dream into existence.

A tired mind become a shape shifter,
Everybody need a soft filter,
Everybody need reverse polarity.
Everybody got mixed feelings
About the function and the form.
Everybody got to elevate from the norm…

Bass

Sorrow by Bad Religion

September 25th, 2008

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Bad Religion



The Process of Belief



Punk


DIFFICULTY

BAND 1
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

Father can you hear me?
How have I let you down?
I curse the day that I was born
And all the sorrow in this world

Let me take you to the herding ground
Where all good men are trampled down
Just to settle a bet that could not be won
Between a prideful father and his son

Will you guide me now for I can’t see
A reason for the suffering and this long misery
What if every living soul could be upright and strong?
Well then I do imagine

There will be sorrow
Yeah, there will be sorrow
And there will be sorrow no more

When all soldiers lay their weapons down
Or when all kings and all queens relinquish their crowns
Or when the only true messiah rescues us from ourselves
It’s easy to imagine

There will be sorrow
Yeah, there will be sorrow
And there will be sorrow no more

There will be sorrow
Yeah, there will be sorrow
And there will be sorrow no more

Yeah, there will be sorrow
Yeah, there will be sorrow
And there will be sorrow no more

Bass

Limelight by Rush

September 25th, 2008

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Rush



Moving Pictures



Progressive


DIFFICULTY

BAND 1
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

Living on a lighted stage
Approaches the unreal
For those who think and feel
In touch with some reality
Beyond the gilded cage.

Cast in this unlikely role,
Ill-equipped to act,
With insufficient tact,
One must put up barriers
To keep oneself intact.

Living in the Limelight,
The universal dream
For those who wish to seem.
Those who wish to be
Must put aside the alienation,
Get on with the fascination,
The real relation,
The underlying theme.

Living in a fisheye lens,
Caught in the camera eye.
I have no heart to lie,
I can’t pretend a stranger
Is a long-awaited friend.

All the world’s indeed a stage,
And we are merely players,
Performers and portrayers,
Each another’s audience
Outside the gilded cage.

Bass

Red Barchetta by Rush

September 25th, 2008

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Rush



Moving Pictures



Progressive


DIFFICULTY

BAND 1
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

My uncle has a country place
That no one knows about.
He says it used to be a farm,
Before the Motor Law.
And on Sundays I elude the Eyes,
And hop the Turbine Freight
To far outside the Wire,
Where my white-haired uncle waits.

Jump to the ground
As the Turbo slows to cross the Borderline.
Run like the wind,
As excitement shivers up and down my spine.
Down in his barn,
My uncle preserved for me an old machine,
For fifty-odd years.
To keep it as new has been his dearest dream.

I strip away the old debris
That hides a shining car.
A brilliant red Barchetta
From a better, vanished time.
I fire up the willing engine,
Responding with a roar.
Tires spitting gravel,
I commit my weekly crime…

Wind-
In my hair-
Shifting and drifting-
Mechanical music-
Adrenalin surge…

Well-weathered leather,
Hot metal and oil,
The scented country air.
Sunlight on chrome,
The blur of the landscape,
Every nerve aware.

Suddenly ahead of me,
Across the mountainside,
A gleaming alloy air-car
Shoots towards me, two lanes wide.
I spin around with shrieking tires,
To run the deadly race,
Go screaming through the valley
As another joins the chase.

Drive like the wind,
Straining the limits of machine and man.
Laughing out loud
With fear and hope, I’ve got a desperate plan.
At the one-lane bridge
I leave the giants stranded at the riverside.
Race back to the farm, to dream with my uncle at the fireside.

Bass

One of THOSE Nights by The Cab

September 16th, 2008

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The Cab



Whisper War



Pop Rock


DIFFICULTY

BAND 1
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

I’ve been let loose and now I’m crawling up the walls
Word is I got away and now I must be caught

Don’t leave, take it from me
I’ve been more than a king
I can’t take that, I can’t take that

I’m going crazy and I’ve been awake for days
My mirrors are stained with pain and portraits of your face

Don’t leave, take it from me
You’re my dirty disease
I can’t take that, I can’t take that

My flatlined inhibition is my ammunition
I’m just fighting to get by
Just give me some direction
I’ll be your affection
How could you leave me behind?

I’m a mess and you’re worse
Just give me time
To give you a waste of time
One of those nights
When you leave me for no reason
I’ll give you a reason

If seconds heal the wounds
I’ll put these tips on you

I brought apologies I’ve tied in a bouquet
Just to find out that my face had been replaced
Deceived, it was a breeze
I was tossed to the street

I can’t take that, I can’t take that

My flatlined inhibition is my ammunition
I’m just fighting to get by
Just give me some direction
I’ll be your affection
How could you leave me behind?

I’m a mess and you’re worse
Just give me time
To give you a waste of time
One of those nights
When you leave me for no reason
I’ll give you a reason

I’m a mess and you’re worse
Just give me time
To give you a waste of time
One of those nights
When you leave me for no reason
I’ll give you a reason

If seconds heal the wounds
I’ll put these tips on you
When faith is left to prove
It’s all you have to lose

I’m a mess and you’re worse
Just give me time
To give you a waste of time
One of those nights
When you leave me for no reason
I’ll give you a reason

I’m a mess and you’re worse
Just give me time
To give you a waste of time
One of those nights
When you leave me for no reason
I’ll give you a reason

Bass

Hands Down by Dashboard Confessional

September 16th, 2008

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Dashboard Confessional



A Mark, a Mission, a Brand, a Scar



Pop Rock


DIFFICULTY

BAND 1
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

Breathe in for luck
Breathe in so deep
This air is blessed
You share with me
This night is wild
So calm and dull
These hearts they race
From self control
Your legs are smooth
As they graze mine
We’re doing fine
We’re doing nothing at all

My hopes are so high
That your kiss might kill me
So won’t you kill me
So I die happy
My heart is yours to fill or burst
To break or bury
Or wear as jewelery
Which ever you prefer

The words are hushed:
“Let’s not get busted”
Just lay entwined here
Undiscovered
Safe in here from
All the stupid questions
“Hey did you get some?”
Man, that is so dumb
Stay quiet, stay near
Stay close they can’t hear
So we can get some

My hopes are so high
That your kiss might kill me
So won’t you kill me
So I die happy
My heart is yours
To fill or burst
To break or bury
Or wear as jewelery
Whichever you prefer

Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember
I’ll always remember the sound of the stereo
The dim of the soft lights
The scent of your hair that you twirled in your fingers
And the time on the clock when we realized it’s so late
And this walk that we shared together
The streets were wet
And the gate was locked so I jumped it
And I let you in
And you stood at your door with your hands on my waist
And you kissed me like you meant it
And I knew that you meant it
That you meant it
That you meant it
And I knew
That you meant it
That you meant it

Bass