Genre: Alternative Rock
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Keywords:
Australia (9), Farmers (2), Desert (28), Earth (28), Dolby (12)
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The third song in my 'Australian Trilogy' (that incorporates 'Hermannsburg' and 'Red Dirt' - both previously uploaded)This is an all too common story from the outback, where during the recent extended drought one farmer every four days commits suicide. While we were travelling through Australia I heard the tale of one particular farmer who took his cattle to market, was unable to sell them because they were in such poor health, so returned home and shot each one before turning the gun on himself. So, another cheery little number from Yours Truly! Production: It's another song in two distinct parts. I had a song called This Desert Earth kicking about for years, but it had a lyric that made no sense. The above story suddenly fitted the tone of the song and the melody I had, so I changed the words to suit. The second part is the narrative laid bare. In my mind I was going to build towards a massive end, adding more and more layers, but once I started recording I liked the way that instruments dropped out making it sparser as the song progresses. ***My full vocal range is on display as well - for better or worse :-) *** It's all a bit miserable I'm afraid - but enjoy if you can. DOLBY Lyrics:
This Desert Earth(by Phil Dolby ©2007) Said the farmer to the man - “How can I pay you when I cannot grow my grain?” Said the farmer to his son - “I cannot leave you this ground so full of pain Someday We’re waiting for the day it rains Or takes us to an early grave Someday....” Said the farmer to his wife - “I am no longer the provider in your life If we stay here, the world may never know How we waited to see the river flow Our way We’re waiting for the day it rains Or takes us to an early grave Someday....” There was a time when once a year He’d take his cattle to market A simple task that paid him well Some money in his pocket But now the beasts are withered thin He knows not how to stop it No flesh can grow from eating dirt These bones will yield no profit So now he takes the only shot To deliver him from torture He drives his cattle from the land And leads his lambs to slaughter And as the last one falls away One bullet still remains He puts the barrel to his mouth Now tears where once was rain Hardware:
Hohner Acoustic GuitarSoftware:
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You must be registered and logged-in to comment. I travel &mdash 09/15/07 - 09:08:24 AM
Crowded House - &mdash 09/19/07 - 01:53:50 AM
This Desert Earth &mdash 09/15/07 - 09:36:24 AM
Thanks again Feter - &mdash 09/19/07 - 01:55:33 AM
another cool song &mdash 09/15/07 - 09:38:24 AM
Thanks Jim, &mdash 09/19/07 - 01:57:39 AM
WOW ! &mdash 09/15/07 - 10:51:24 AM
Cheers Yeman &mdash 09/19/07 - 01:59:36 AM
thank you &mdash 09/17/07 - 05:42:20 PM
Thanks again Estalla &mdash 09/19/07 - 02:04:10 AM
so nicelly done &mdash 09/18/07 - 01:54:08 PM
Thanks Craft &mdash 09/19/07 - 02:07:19 AM
I've always wanted to go to Australia! &mdash 09/18/07 - 10:26:42 PM
You should go! &mdash 09/19/07 - 02:12:19 AM
Sweet song &mdash 09/20/07 - 10:39:04 PM
Cheers Sonny Jim &mdash 09/21/07 - 01:38:34 AM
Ecology of Spirt &mdash 09/22/07 - 12:05:24 AM
story &mdash 10/23/07 - 01:45:26 AM
Thanks Racerat &mdash 10/24/07 - 10:36:34 PM
The Desert Earth &mdash 11/15/07 - 07:56:17 PM
Splendid &mdash 12/04/07 - 07:32:22 PM
Thanks again... &mdash 12/09/07 - 10:24:12 AM
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Lovely summery chorus on this... nice work.
steve
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