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I read in an article that all mothers in California have traces of toxic rocket fuel in their breast milk. Rocket fuel in their milk! Man, that's creepy. It spurred me to write this song. For centuries milk, rain...blood, they were all symbols of purity. Now look at what we've done.
Although ominous in subject, I tried to make this a snappy tune, all the same. No reason we can't dance to our doom, right?
By the way, there are no off the shelf loops in this song, with the exception of the shaker and drums. Otherwise, I created what you hear. Hope you enjoy the song. Comments welcome.
Although ominous in subject, I tried to make this a snappy tune, all the same. No reason we can't dance to our doom, right?
By the way, there are no off the shelf loops in this song, with the exception of the shaker and drums. Otherwise, I created what you hear. Hope you enjoy the song. Comments welcome.
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Lyrics
APOCALYPSE
Oil spoils the oceans, smog stains the skies.
Our politicians keep chanting their lies.
Four horsemen are coming with blood on their lips.
The beat of their hooves bring the Apocalypse.
Say what you will, we’re all running downhill.
We buy and we sell along the highway to hell.
Say what you want, but the future looks gaunt.
As mankind slips into the Apocalypse.
Toxins in milk, acid in rain.
A virus brings death through blood in the vein.
Can’t you see it approaching? Like radar blips.
This gathering storm of the Apocalypse.
(Chorus)
All these wars and famines, their warnings aren’t vague.
We outrun a tempest to be caught by a plague.
Can you feel the Earth shaking? As the balance scale tips
In the hands of the horsemen of the Apocalypse.
(Chorus)
Copyright, 2006, JT Morrow
Oil spoils the oceans, smog stains the skies.
Our politicians keep chanting their lies.
Four horsemen are coming with blood on their lips.
The beat of their hooves bring the Apocalypse.
Say what you will, we’re all running downhill.
We buy and we sell along the highway to hell.
Say what you want, but the future looks gaunt.
As mankind slips into the Apocalypse.
Toxins in milk, acid in rain.
A virus brings death through blood in the vein.
Can’t you see it approaching? Like radar blips.
This gathering storm of the Apocalypse.
(Chorus)
All these wars and famines, their warnings aren’t vague.
We outrun a tempest to be caught by a plague.
Can you feel the Earth shaking? As the balance scale tips
In the hands of the horsemen of the Apocalypse.
(Chorus)
Copyright, 2006, JT Morrow
AquilA
...very clever lyrics. Really enjoyed that. Effective instrumentation. Right
around 'All these wars and famine' I hear a guitar come in, I might have
made a little more use of that effect, but I'm partial to that. Nicey done.