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A sad slide guitar tale about a husband turned theif for his family and a gruesome night out robbing.
Rich (Bass, Keys, Lyrics)
Nick (Rhythm acoustic, Lyrics)
Greg (Lead acoustic, Lyrics)
Rich (Bass, Keys, Lyrics)
Nick (Rhythm acoustic, Lyrics)
Greg (Lead acoustic, Lyrics)
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Lyrics
Off the Tracks
Times have been more than lean,
the job just hasn't paid for much,
and the weather is going to break our backs,
on we go off the tracks.
Had to turn to this life,
of taking things that weren't all mine,
just the money, just the guns
the rest I leave behind.
Three a week I pushed my luck,
helps to keep the furnace on
keeps us all from catching sick,
rings and silver candle sticks.
Out somewhere on Potter's road,
I saw a rich man's home a lit,
The wind it seemed to call to me,
don't you try to break it in.
My hear was pounding out my chest,
I could feel the passion through the walls,
Slip the lock and crept inside,
looking for a spot to hide.
Silently I moved around,
looking for that pot of gold,
down the hall, from the back
I heard a lovers scream.
I knew the voice,
it spoke to me,
It was my love,
my very own.
She was in an others arms,
I felt my blood run cold.
Had to turn to this,
turn into this,
I'm so off the tracks
Off the tracks
Off the tracks
Still boiling mad
Alive with love
I once had
Times have been more than lean,
the job just hasn't paid for much,
and the weather is going to break our backs,
on we go off the tracks.
Had to turn to this life,
of taking things that weren't all mine,
just the money, just the guns
the rest I leave behind.
Three a week I pushed my luck,
helps to keep the furnace on
keeps us all from catching sick,
rings and silver candle sticks.
Out somewhere on Potter's road,
I saw a rich man's home a lit,
The wind it seemed to call to me,
don't you try to break it in.
My hear was pounding out my chest,
I could feel the passion through the walls,
Slip the lock and crept inside,
looking for a spot to hide.
Silently I moved around,
looking for that pot of gold,
down the hall, from the back
I heard a lovers scream.
I knew the voice,
it spoke to me,
It was my love,
my very own.
She was in an others arms,
I felt my blood run cold.
Had to turn to this,
turn into this,
I'm so off the tracks
Off the tracks
Off the tracks
Still boiling mad
Alive with love
I once had
Slotogenic
I like the sound of this. It's gotta a nice dark edge to it. I really love the slide sound and how it's placed in the mix. Is that a keyboard? The vocals are well performed and at a good level. I personally don't like acoustics going through amps. I just love how a well mic'd acoustic sounds. If you can get your hands on a good condenser, I highly recommend micing the guitars. That said, I think you have a fine production here.