Without Me by Eminem. Transcribed by Shaun Connellan (shaunconnellan@hotmail.com) http://www.toptabz.cjb.net Musically, this was very, VERY easy to work out. As for the lyrics... Well, those took 3 and a half hours, and I'm still not quite sure about them all. Anyway, back to the musical side of this. The whole thing is in F#. The bass line follows F#, with a little embellishment, and the melody is nice and simple. Here it is! (Just 1 day after its release here in Australia!) Bass: This is a continuous loop throughout the song: F# G F# G-------------------------------------------- D-----4------4------4-----4--5--4------------ A-------------------------------------------- repeat. E--2-----2------2------2--------------------- Melody: This features in the chorus mainly. F# A Ab E C# C# B C# E C# C# B C# B A A Ab E F# e------------------------------------------------------------------------ B------------------------------------------------------------------------ G------------------------------------------------------------------------ D------------------------------------------------------------------------ A------------------------------------------------------------------------ repeat. E--2--5--4--12--9------9--7--9--12--9------9--7--9--7--5-----5--4--0--2-- Intro: Two trailer-park girls go 'round the outside, 'round the outside, 'round the outside. Two trailer-park girls go 'round the outside, 'round the outside, 'round the outside. Guess who's back. Back again. Shady's back. Tell a friend. F# Guess who's back. E Guess who's back. D Guess who's back. C# Guess who's back. B Guess who's back. A Guess who's back. F# Guess who's back. Na-na-na-na. Umm-ma-umm-ma-umm. Na-na-na. Umm-ma-umm-ma-umm. Verse 1. I've created a Monster! 'Coz nobody wants ta see Marshall no more. They want Shady. I'm chopped liver. Well, If you want Shady, this's what I'll give ya; A little bit o' wee, mixed with some hard liquor, Some vodka, that'll jump-start my heart quicker than the shock, when I get shocked at the hospital, by the doctor, when I'm not co-operating. When I'm rocking the table, while he's operating! (Hey!) You waited this long to stop debating, 'coz I'm back, I'm on the rag, and ovulating. I know that you got a job, Miss Cheney, but your husband's heart problem's complicating. So the F.C.C. won't let me be, or let me be me, so let me see. They tried to shut me down on MTV, but it feels so empty, without me. So, come on and get m' bum on ya lips. Fuck that. Cum on ya lips, and some on ya tits. 'nd get ready, 'coz this shit's about to get heavy. I just settled all my lawsuits. (Fuck you, Debbie!) Chorus: Now, this looks like a job for me, So, everybody, just follow me, 'Coz we need a little controversy, 'coz it feels so empty, without me. I said, this looks like a job for me, So, everybody, just follow me, 'Coz we need a little controversy, 'coz it feels so empty, without me. Verse 2. Little aliens. Kids feelin' rebellious, an' embarrased their parents still listen to Elvis. They start feelin' like prisoners, helpless. Till someone comes along on a mission, and yells; "Bitch!" A visionary. Vision of scary. Could start a revolution, pollutin' the airwaves, a rebel. So just let me revel an' bask in the fact that I got everyone kissin' my ass, An' it's a disaster. Such a catastrophe, for you to see so damn much of my ass. You asked for me? Well, I'm back. Da-na-na-na-na-na-na-na. Fix an' bend and send a tune in, an' then I'm gonna enter it up under your skin, like a splinter. The center of attention, back wit' a winner. I'm interesting. The best thing since wrestling, Investing in your kid's ears, and nesting. Testing, attention please, Get attention, as soon as someone mentions me, here's my 10-cents. My 2-cents is free. A new sense. Who's sense? You sent for me? Chorus: Now, this looks like a job for me, So, everybody, just follow me, 'Coz we need a little controversy, 'coz it feels so empty, without me. I said, this looks like a job for me, So, everybody, just follow me, 'Coz we need a little controversy, 'coz it feels so empty, without me. Verse 3. A tisket, a tasket, I'll go tit-for-tat wit' anybody who's talkin' this shit-that shit. Chris Kirkpatrick, you gonna get yo ass kicked wrose than them little limp bizbik bastards. And Moby, you can get stomped by Obi, you 36-year old bald-headed fag. Blow me. You don't know me. You're too old, let go. It's over. Nobody listens to techno, now let's go. Just gimme the signal, I'll be there, wit' a whole list-full o' new insults. I been too suspenseful wit' a pencil, ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol. But sometimes, this shit just seems, everybody only wants to discuss me. So this must mean I'm disgusting. But it's just me, I'm just obscene. An' I'm not the first king of controversy, I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley, to do black music so selfishly, and use it to get myself wealthy. (Hey!) There's a concept that works. 20 million other white rappers emerge, but no matter how many fish in the sea, it'd be so empty, without me. Chorus: Now, this looks like a job for me, So, everybody, just follow me, 'Coz we need a little controversy, 'coz it feels so empty, without me. I said, this looks like a job for me, So, everybody, just follow me, 'Coz we need a little controversy, 'coz it feels so empty, without me. Ending: la la la la la x8 Kids!