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Worked with the vocals on this one. Basically a lead and two backings. An acoustic guitar with a light chorus as a base. I was trying to get it "airy". A gloomy song. PLEASE comment!
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Mute of malice
A drop in the ocean, a puff in the wind/were the gentle feelings that so great could have been/a wild and dream-like tradeof blood and guile/too foolish for a tear too wicked for a smile//for a smile
A brief spasm of so called delight/and a wounded man left alone in the night/as if words were all careless/she was dumb, mute of malice//mute of malice
Here she comes with dismay/and her passion ends the play
No foolish friends laughing and joking/no ship waiting with funnels smoking/to carry him out of trouble, if trouble came/he was given the bow and arrow, but left alone to take aim//to take aim
Here she comes with dismay/and her passion ends the play
A crowd is not company, and faces a glimpse of a flying dove/and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love/as if words were all careless/she was dumb, mute of malice//mute of malice
Here she comes with dismay/and her passion ends the play
A drop in the ocean, a puff in the wind/were the gentle feelings that so great could have been/a wild and dream-like tradeof blood and guile/too foolish for a tear too wicked for a smile//for a smile
A brief spasm of so called delight/and a wounded man left alone in the night/as if words were all careless/she was dumb, mute of malice//mute of malice
Here she comes with dismay/and her passion ends the play
No foolish friends laughing and joking/no ship waiting with funnels smoking/to carry him out of trouble, if trouble came/he was given the bow and arrow, but left alone to take aim//to take aim
Here she comes with dismay/and her passion ends the play
A crowd is not company, and faces a glimpse of a flying dove/and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love/as if words were all careless/she was dumb, mute of malice//mute of malice
Here she comes with dismay/and her passion ends the play
mikkinylund
It doesn't sound like Joe Strummer, but that's the feeling I
get from this song. Very good arrangements I think, lyrics
are excellent as is the vocals. The only thing I am
personally missing is that it sound 'thin' at times, can't out
my thumb on it, like one or two instruments are missing
to make it complete. But, that's me, what makes
completion is of course a personal matter. Conlusion:
very good, very personal, and very interesting. I'll raise
my glass of Absinthe (if I had any) to this one!