Tag: Vocals

Stumble Schmaltz (Song)

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Wasted days and golden rays of sunshine

When will I rise and tow the drowning line

Long blonde hair

Wicker chair

And

Summer wine

This malaise

The milieu

It won’t be fine

Wasted days and golden rays of sunshine

Dew is rollin by all the time

And

The crow it flies

And

The crow it lies

Dead upon the ground

I hear the sweet sound of Jenny’s laughter

All these pleasant things that we’ve been after

 

The browning in the sun

The warfare has begun

And

I’m getting on

As the days are growing long

 

Hours

Our

Hours

For miles

Of stinking pavements

And

dirty shoes

For miles

Of stinking pavements

And

Moody blues

 

Well now

Which path would you choose

I would ask the crow

He did not respond

He just laid there

And

His bones

They did sow

A recompense of sorts

He found his divination

In these cruel cruel desserts

 

Ah

Wasted days

Wasted days and golden rays of sunshine

When will I rise and tow the drowning line

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O Flower ~ (Poem – Song- Thing) w/Violin Woohoo – I still Can’t Sing

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Will probably put up an instrumental version cause the vocals are so ghastly. I kept them in mostly because the timing of this crap take was better than anything I could come up with this evening. I’m satisfied with the violin and can tolerate the guitar. I’m putting this steam of consciousness in because it’s what I do.

The driving rain
It fell into the
Well
Through the rock
That I broke
With
All I had to sell
For a cahnce
To catch
Heavens
Tears
Fill me up
With the awry years
Till I burst into the river
Till we all reach the sea

Percolating through the soil
Springing branches
And the dewdrops are braking through the rock
Little dewdrops are
Braking through the
Braking through the rock

Bursting through the soil
Blossom yet another canyon for forward
O dew
O flower

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Quasimodo’s Ring – An Ode to Mr. Drake (Original Lyrics and Song)

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Another Late Evening Jam…check out Nick Drake if you want to hear some fantastic music by someone who actually took the trouble to practice singing.

Don’t You Know the Ring? (Alternate Title)

Lyrics

The faintest spark
Within the dark
Would hold us fast
And pull us into harbour

A melody is our trusted port
This subtle home
Ancient report
Sound of the depths
Wiser…deeper than the sea

Here we sit and here we sing
A never ending ring
Bells that chime pulled by the rope
The faintest spark called Quasimodo
Oh don’t you know
Don’t say you don’t know
Quasimodo

The faintest spark
Within the dark
Would hold us fast
Pull us into the harbour

Into the harbour harbouring harbouring
A ring ring ring a ring a ring ring
O don’t you know the ring

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Again Again (Original Lyrics and Song Demo)

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The result of a brief little jam session I was able to squeeze in last night.

I made it on the fly and just now wrote down the lyrics for those who prefer poems to songs.

DAW (i guess it’s a DAW) – Audacity (Effects – compression, equalization, reverb (or echo IDR) )

Instruments – Guitar, Violin, Vocals

Lyrics

All the puzzle pieces are such familiar places

I use them to make traces of my past

And that’s the path I walk on

In repetitious circles

I just go round and round and round

Sometimes I think that

That I have found

 A line that is straight

But I’m still on the ground

I’m still going round

 O Yea

Wait a little while with me

Wait a little while and see

The magic of a symmetry

Of 3 and 6 and 0 degree

 

Is the wine any less fine

Just because you’ve tasted it

Once more

Once more

So come on by and knock on

And knock on my old door

So come on by and let’s sit

Let’s sit on my floor

Let’s pourout all the whiskey

Pour it into dirty cups

Let’s pull out a bit of a bit of something

That we never ever ever grow weary of

All these starry thoughts

Of forever… and above…. and beyond…. and between….

In the light of the trees

And the evenings cool cool cool breeze

I am waiting waiting you are waiting waiting

Why are waiting

Why are we frustrating

When we could

Be turning round as the wheel

And to feel what is real

Is the motion of eternal

Again … again

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