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This is what happens when three guys who have already been making music together decide to hire a Canadian.
rSchletty — vocals, 12-string guitar
theTiler — vocals, 6-string guitar, slide
Dadai — vocals, 6-string guitar
snowdragon — vocals, 12-string guitar, bass
For what it's worth, I wrote this one with RS, T and D in mind, trying to create situations where each could shine. The community, of course, will decide if I succeeded but, to a man, they exceeded my expectations.
Thanks a million guys. I had a blast.
rSchletty — vocals, 12-string guitar
theTiler — vocals, 6-string guitar, slide
Dadai — vocals, 6-string guitar
snowdragon — vocals, 12-string guitar, bass
For what it's worth, I wrote this one with RS, T and D in mind, trying to create situations where each could shine. The community, of course, will decide if I succeeded but, to a man, they exceeded my expectations.
Thanks a million guys. I had a blast.
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Lyrics
Lost Angels
Words & Music by snowdragon
We must let die, what, must die away,
So what must be born, can have its day.
The loudest voices, make up the rules,
And the decisions, left to the fools . . .
And we all look blindly away.
Chorus:
I am the lost angel, born without a cause.
Never known acceptance and a stranger to applause.
I've followed different drummers to the doorstep of the truth,
Trying to recapture the lost innocence of youth.
Succumb to reason, suppress the curse.
Offbeat religion, just makes it worse.
If there's a party, don't let me know.
Can't think of why, I, would want to go . . .
I have all the abuse that I need.
Chorus:
What you call justice, I call revenge.
There's no provision, to make amends.
We don't believe it; it seems they do.
And human beings, need a review . . .
And I think, I'd, like to abstain . . .
This dog does not want his day . . .
Chorus in plural:
We are the Lost Angels, etc.
Words & Music by snowdragon
We must let die, what, must die away,
So what must be born, can have its day.
The loudest voices, make up the rules,
And the decisions, left to the fools . . .
And we all look blindly away.
Chorus:
I am the lost angel, born without a cause.
Never known acceptance and a stranger to applause.
I've followed different drummers to the doorstep of the truth,
Trying to recapture the lost innocence of youth.
Succumb to reason, suppress the curse.
Offbeat religion, just makes it worse.
If there's a party, don't let me know.
Can't think of why, I, would want to go . . .
I have all the abuse that I need.
Chorus:
What you call justice, I call revenge.
There's no provision, to make amends.
We don't believe it; it seems they do.
And human beings, need a review . . .
And I think, I'd, like to abstain . . .
This dog does not want his day . . .
Chorus in plural:
We are the Lost Angels, etc.
bronco
Great production, great singing, soaring harmonies. It was
just that part about you'll being angels that was hard to
swallow.Just kidding, actually very great lyrics Snowy! The
sum is definitely greater than the parts here and you'll
complement each other very well. Looks like all 9 to me.