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I had to do the drums myself on this one, you know cutting and splicing. I don't have any 3/4 beats so I have to make them. Just something basic.
Anyway, I have had this song sitting around for a while and I tinkered with it today. Hope it sounds good.
The song: Written on an airplane somewhere over the Atlantic, just daydreaming really.
I just wanted the instruments to set the mood and not be too busy. I want the vocals to be atmospheric and a bit trippy.
Hope you enjoy and comment if you wish.
Thanks for stopping by.
Dave
Anyway, I have had this song sitting around for a while and I tinkered with it today. Hope it sounds good.
The song: Written on an airplane somewhere over the Atlantic, just daydreaming really.
I just wanted the instruments to set the mood and not be too busy. I want the vocals to be atmospheric and a bit trippy.
Hope you enjoy and comment if you wish.
Thanks for stopping by.
Dave
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Lyrics
World Above
From this world above it seems surreal
Shutting the door, I feel the chill
Cobwebs and dust cover my shoes
What can I do?
It used to be so weird and I often feared
The things that I saw in the rain
Like the stormy sea
It's just a part of me
Carpets and buckets, a fist full of diamonds
The tears of a romance, let's leave it behind us
The things that I think of are considered insane
Asphalt and peaches and bunches of blue leaves
And sirens and aspirin, there's nothing up my sleeve
But when you look close, they come out of the rain
Cobwebs and dust cover my shoes
What can I do?
Words and music by David Armbruster
From this world above it seems surreal
Shutting the door, I feel the chill
Cobwebs and dust cover my shoes
What can I do?
It used to be so weird and I often feared
The things that I saw in the rain
Like the stormy sea
It's just a part of me
Carpets and buckets, a fist full of diamonds
The tears of a romance, let's leave it behind us
The things that I think of are considered insane
Asphalt and peaches and bunches of blue leaves
And sirens and aspirin, there's nothing up my sleeve
But when you look close, they come out of the rain
Cobwebs and dust cover my shoes
What can I do?
Words and music by David Armbruster
that80sboy
....a WALTZ!!...back in my live days....i used to sing the tennessee waltz....this one is bit different tho....kinda psychedelic in a way...cool!