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This one started in GarageBand with the rhythm (starting with Deep Dance House Beat 04 because I dig its congos), and then I found the bassline. I doubled up the bass with an electric guitar, using chorus effects on both. If I could play guitar, I'd love to play with melodies on top of this. It feels like a fun rhythm for improvisation.
If anyone wants the backside without the lead guitars, let me know and I'll make a mix available.
I reverse engineered the chords from the bass line. This is in the key of E flat with an E, F#m, G#m verse and A, G#m, B, G#m chorus.
Sometimes you just have to find an excuse to use an instrument (hello cowbell) or an effect. In this one, I wanted to work with pitch bending. Let me know if you think I overdid it.
BTW-- What genre do you think applies to this? I'm not sure where to categorize this and another-- World Burning http://www.macjams.com/song/49458
I'm thinking it's a "roadtrip" sound.
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Lyrics
In Bogota, they paint these four pointed stars, black outlined in yellow, on the streets where pedestrians have died from car crashes. The plenitude of them in some locations requires that they be painted on the curb sides-- like some sort of urban corn cob count. Street people-- window washers, magicians, fruit sellers, orphan panhandlers and fire jugglers standing on the shoulders of their partners will work the large, main boulevards. To be a passenger in one of their ubiquitous subcompacts is like watching a pachinko flow of mostly taxi cab yellow marbles beeping and rattling-- mostly the wrong way-- around double parked offenders and scrambling motorcyclists. The cabs and motorcyclists flutter around the big buses and various delivery trucks like those birds who make company with wildebeests. Among all this, pedestrians fend for themselves-- even where there are crosswalks.
On one curb, I counted over two dozen stars alone.
night cracks
boss is gettin on my back
gotta serve, gotta swerve
don't want to be a star
keep it up
earn a bill to fill the cup
be a tool, some burned fuel
sure you won't go far
we were young
we were strong
we weren't long, we were wronged
the stars of Bogota
'marillo cabs
driving through the greedy grabs
watch em sing, watch 'em fling
then get out of the way
boulevards
stepped over glass shards
didn't look, a life was took
and they'll paint another star
they could smile
they could dance
they never really had a chance
those stars of Bogota
TracyVosh
Hi Leap4rog - welcome! This is really nice...does have a roadtrip feel to me as well - cool beat. I really like the lyrics too.