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Biba Nova wrote this and posted the track as 'Like Worshipped Chicago Dogs'. He was kind enough to let me wail over it.
I've wanted to do something experimental for some time (influenced by Bud and Michael2's work), and was really glad Biba let me have a go at this.
Vox and lyrics: Steve
Everything else: Biba Nova.
Thanks for letting me work on this Bryn - it was a real pleasure.
Lyrical Inspirations:
Like Worshipped Chicago Dogs
Taxi Driver
Millers Crossing
Arkham Asylum
Sinatra's 'Chicago'
APOLOGY: I'm currently suffering from wrist strain, so if you comment and I don't reply, apologies... I'm having to severely reduce my computer use at present.
steve
I've wanted to do something experimental for some time (influenced by Bud and Michael2's work), and was really glad Biba let me have a go at this.
Vox and lyrics: Steve
Everything else: Biba Nova.
Thanks for letting me work on this Bryn - it was a real pleasure.
Lyrical Inspirations:
Like Worshipped Chicago Dogs
Taxi Driver
Millers Crossing
Arkham Asylum
Sinatra's 'Chicago'
APOLOGY: I'm currently suffering from wrist strain, so if you comment and I don't reply, apologies... I'm having to severely reduce my computer use at present.
steve
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Lyrics
In the rain it's coming
Feel a hard rain coming
I'm sleeping with your lover
Son of a motherfucker.
In St. Mary's steeple
A choir of whore's are singing
Billy Sunday's people
Billy Sunday's people
What doesn't kill you
Will make you come.
But it's all too late for me
To forgive and retreat.
Time will reveal your poverty
The runt pup you stomped for fun
Will get one day in the sun
And that day has come...
In the air it's coming
In the air it's coming
Feel a black rain coming
Feel the last rain coming...
The city just stopped breathing
The vermin packed and leaving
Like a falling angel
I will soon be with you.
What doesn't kill you
Will make you come.
But it's all too late for me
To forgive and retreat.
The clock is ticking and the hours waste to nothing
I'll show you something you've never seen done before.
The clock is ticking and the hours waste to nothing
I'll show you something you've never thought possible.
Feel a hard rain coming
I'm sleeping with your lover
Son of a motherfucker.
In St. Mary's steeple
A choir of whore's are singing
Billy Sunday's people
Billy Sunday's people
What doesn't kill you
Will make you come.
But it's all too late for me
To forgive and retreat.
Time will reveal your poverty
The runt pup you stomped for fun
Will get one day in the sun
And that day has come...
In the air it's coming
In the air it's coming
Feel a black rain coming
Feel the last rain coming...
The city just stopped breathing
The vermin packed and leaving
Like a falling angel
I will soon be with you.
What doesn't kill you
Will make you come.
But it's all too late for me
To forgive and retreat.
The clock is ticking and the hours waste to nothing
I'll show you something you've never seen done before.
The clock is ticking and the hours waste to nothing
I'll show you something you've never thought possible.

















































Vic Holman
and kind of brooding in a way. Everything is excellent. Biba Nova' piece nice!
And Steve not just your lead vocal is great but your backup vocals really shin and are mixed in quite nicely.
spare the wrists