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I found this song this morning, and recorded it a month or so ago, having completely forgotten about it. I think I'd made it in some red wine daze...
The bad thing about being able to record easily, is that you tend to turn the mic on to any old rubbish you're playing. Then you can mess about and layer up other tracks, until you make an incredible mess.
This started out with me just testing my new bass and singing along with daft lyrics, which eventually became those in the track.
Like Kirsty and Phil this is from the random offcuts on my hard-drive section.
Sorry for the muddy mix - most of the elements were shoddily taped.
The bad thing about being able to record easily, is that you tend to turn the mic on to any old rubbish you're playing. Then you can mess about and layer up other tracks, until you make an incredible mess.
This started out with me just testing my new bass and singing along with daft lyrics, which eventually became those in the track.
Like Kirsty and Phil this is from the random offcuts on my hard-drive section.
Sorry for the muddy mix - most of the elements were shoddily taped.
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Lyrics
I was stuck in Wolverhampton
The Black Country impossibly grey
Whistling at my pasty, which was far too hot
And then the band began to play
(Chorus)
Peruvian pan pipe band
On permanent tour
How you get everywhere
I’m not really sure
But you know what the music’s for
You know what the music’s for…
I was strolling down through Exeter
Chainstores and the concrete expanse
And if the shopping bags were not so heavy
I’m sure they’d stop to dance
Chorus
Stumbling round Madrid, a hopeless guiri
Baking to the colour of cured ham
I saw police hassle the musicos
Before they’d had a chance to jam
Chorus
I haven’t seen them for while now
Perhaps they couldn’t get their visas done
Who’s going to soften all the concrete?
Who’s going welcome in the sun?
Chorus
The Black Country impossibly grey
Whistling at my pasty, which was far too hot
And then the band began to play
(Chorus)
Peruvian pan pipe band
On permanent tour
How you get everywhere
I’m not really sure
But you know what the music’s for
You know what the music’s for…
I was strolling down through Exeter
Chainstores and the concrete expanse
And if the shopping bags were not so heavy
I’m sure they’d stop to dance
Chorus
Stumbling round Madrid, a hopeless guiri
Baking to the colour of cured ham
I saw police hassle the musicos
Before they’d had a chance to jam
Chorus
I haven’t seen them for while now
Perhaps they couldn’t get their visas done
Who’s going to soften all the concrete?
Who’s going welcome in the sun?
Chorus
Rebsie
Beautiful guitar tone ... works really well with this more melodic style
of song. It adds some lovely variety to the rhythm of the bass-line. I
really like the way you combine cynical lyrics with a sweet melody. It
may have been 'shoddily taped' but it has an honesty about it which
shines through.