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Well ... odd one this. I got the idea for the vocal line for this on Monday about 6.15 a.m., and finished mastering Saturday 9.05 p.m., so it's the fastest I've ever done a track ... whether or not that's a good thing, I don't know.
Thanks go to Mr. Bob Dorsey for lyrical inspiration, and Racerat for mastering tips.
I mixed this on my new Tapco S5 monitors, which were a big help.
I wasn't sure about the title, as I thought that it may be misinterpreted ... NY is my favourite city .... anyway, fedback on the mix and overall sound of this would be appreciated.
After the last track being so lyrically clear, normal service is resumed ...
Steve
Thanks go to Mr. Bob Dorsey for lyrical inspiration, and Racerat for mastering tips.
I mixed this on my new Tapco S5 monitors, which were a big help.
I wasn't sure about the title, as I thought that it may be misinterpreted ... NY is my favourite city .... anyway, fedback on the mix and overall sound of this would be appreciated.
After the last track being so lyrically clear, normal service is resumed ...
Steve
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Lyrics
My heart was born in a dying star
My eyes were gems, cut from nebulae
You turned your back on the god you knew
But your creator didn't forsake you.
Awake - when there's no return
These golden miles, this sky so blunt
The cities that your mother built.
She bore your guilt and washed your hair
Manhattan hangs like Xmas bells.
Awake - when there's no return
Awake - let your city burn
Let your bridges burn
My heart was born in a dying star
My eyes were gems, cut from nebulae
The oceans swell and steal your youth
Manhattan hangs like rotten fruit.
My eyes were gems, cut from nebulae
You turned your back on the god you knew
But your creator didn't forsake you.
Awake - when there's no return
These golden miles, this sky so blunt
The cities that your mother built.
She bore your guilt and washed your hair
Manhattan hangs like Xmas bells.
Awake - when there's no return
Awake - let your city burn
Let your bridges burn
My heart was born in a dying star
My eyes were gems, cut from nebulae
The oceans swell and steal your youth
Manhattan hangs like rotten fruit.





























































































lengold
There is absolutely nothing rotten about this and I am in total awe and admiration of it.