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This one goes out to anyone who's loaded up the gear and headed out for yet another round of four-setters.
Yeah, it's a country tune, so am I sometimes.
Almost called this one Self-Portrait but Dadai talked me out of it.
What else, oh yeah, I hate mixing.
The Band for this one:
Dadai: harmoica & backing vocals
jiguma: bass
Jim Bouchard: lap steel, Telecaster & backing vocals
snowdragon: Stratocaster, lead & backing vocals
thanks guys, for the help AND the patience
Yeah, it's a country tune, so am I sometimes.
Almost called this one Self-Portrait but Dadai talked me out of it.
What else, oh yeah, I hate mixing.
The Band for this one:
Dadai: harmoica & backing vocals
jiguma: bass
Jim Bouchard: lap steel, Telecaster & backing vocals
snowdragon: Stratocaster, lead & backing vocals
thanks guys, for the help AND the patience
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Lyrics
Younger Days
By snowdragon
Well there's no fool like an old fool,
You'd think he would have learned this
As the years just simply went away
Narrow windows long since vanished
Behind their tattered curtains
And he's left with broken bits of younger days
Well he never did sing well enough
To call himself a singer
And his guitar was never something he'd display
But he always thought between the two
He'd make some decent wages
But that's just another dream of younger days
CHORUS
And in every cheap hotel from St. John's to Vancouver
A piece of his soul stains a dirty floor
And his dreams sit at the tables
At a loss for conversation
And nothing breaks the silence any more
Seems the only thing he's good at
Is pickin' up the pieces
He's learned it can be done in many ways
But sooner, or later
You reach the final chorus
And your pocket's only full of younger days
There's nothing left
But silence
Any more
By snowdragon
Well there's no fool like an old fool,
You'd think he would have learned this
As the years just simply went away
Narrow windows long since vanished
Behind their tattered curtains
And he's left with broken bits of younger days
Well he never did sing well enough
To call himself a singer
And his guitar was never something he'd display
But he always thought between the two
He'd make some decent wages
But that's just another dream of younger days
CHORUS
And in every cheap hotel from St. John's to Vancouver
A piece of his soul stains a dirty floor
And his dreams sit at the tables
At a loss for conversation
And nothing breaks the silence any more
Seems the only thing he's good at
Is pickin' up the pieces
He's learned it can be done in many ways
But sooner, or later
You reach the final chorus
And your pocket's only full of younger days
There's nothing left
But silence
Any more
thoddi
You guys did a great job:)
Cool country music, very authentic sound. You all blended your contributions good in here. Lovely harp tootin' Jack. That steady bass from down under lays a nice beat to move the feet along to.
First time I've heard a lap steel at this place, and its a good one. Could wish for more...
Great singing, and if the drums is programmed it's very well done.
I have to D/L this one straight away!
Congratulations on a great collab)