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I'm not sure whether this is 'Art Rock' but it's near enough I think. David (Damroze) contacted me to say that he'd written some lyrics and would I like to have a go at putting them to music. I was really pleased when I read them as they leave images in the mind and I love words that can do that. I went about playing around with a couple of chords and this is what I came up with..... hope you like this catchy tune and the very original catchy sounding lyrics.
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Lyrics
Memories of Rose
A broken vase sits on the Knick-Knack Shelf.
Cross-examined by a plastic elf.
-Paul Harvey's on the radio
The Green shag carpet wilted long ago.
I look through dirty glasses at the bottle,
watching as the amber sun goes down
Communing with my usual companions
Rye whiskey and Memories of Rose.
The cuckoo clock still hangs upon the wall
even though the bird no longer calls
-A velvet painting of Clark Gable.
Daisies painted on the kitchen table.
I look through dirty glasses at the bottle,
watching as the amber sun goes down
Communing with my usual companions
Rye whiskey and Memories of Rose.
The Four post bed that came from Sears and Roebuck.
The quilted coverlet on which we'd nap.
-Noxema lingers on the pillows
The moon casts waltzing shadows through the window.
I look through dirty glasses at the bottle,
watching as the amber sun goes down
Communing with my usual companions
Rye whiskey and Memories of Rose.
words/music copyright 2009 David Damroze / Maurice Vizard.
A broken vase sits on the Knick-Knack Shelf.
Cross-examined by a plastic elf.
-Paul Harvey's on the radio
The Green shag carpet wilted long ago.
I look through dirty glasses at the bottle,
watching as the amber sun goes down
Communing with my usual companions
Rye whiskey and Memories of Rose.
The cuckoo clock still hangs upon the wall
even though the bird no longer calls
-A velvet painting of Clark Gable.
Daisies painted on the kitchen table.
I look through dirty glasses at the bottle,
watching as the amber sun goes down
Communing with my usual companions
Rye whiskey and Memories of Rose.
The Four post bed that came from Sears and Roebuck.
The quilted coverlet on which we'd nap.
-Noxema lingers on the pillows
The moon casts waltzing shadows through the window.
I look through dirty glasses at the bottle,
watching as the amber sun goes down
Communing with my usual companions
Rye whiskey and Memories of Rose.
words/music copyright 2009 David Damroze / Maurice Vizard.
sloparts
Love the way this came together. This could be a hard song to put to meter, but you did a fine job on it Maurice. Sounds fine, with some good mixing and arranging. I'd say well done all around, now pass the Rye over here and I'll drink a toast to you both.
Ed