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I wrote this song after a trip to my parents' house a few months ago-- where I got to see firsthand how much unchecked development has transformed the Texas landscape, not for the better. Also informed by a book I read last year by Timothy Egan about the Dust Bowl called "the Worst Hard Time"--a fascinating and engaging account.
I'm getting a "simpler please" vibe from some comments--something I'm feeling myself sometimes. I've tried to record this song a few times with more of an acoustic guitar feel and fuller instrumentation but wasn't too happy with the results. So I tried it slower with just upright piano (Akoustik) and one harmony vocal. Let me know what you think...
There's a particular recording/mixing issue I'm having here too--for some reason the furnace heat was creating a lot of background noise on the vocals, so I'm using noise gates. I tried to set them moderately but I feel like their operation is audible and distracting--is that just me?
I'm getting a "simpler please" vibe from some comments--something I'm feeling myself sometimes. I've tried to record this song a few times with more of an acoustic guitar feel and fuller instrumentation but wasn't too happy with the results. So I tried it slower with just upright piano (Akoustik) and one harmony vocal. Let me know what you think...
There's a particular recording/mixing issue I'm having here too--for some reason the furnace heat was creating a lot of background noise on the vocals, so I'm using noise gates. I tried to set them moderately but I feel like their operation is audible and distracting--is that just me?
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Lyrics
First came the hunters
With their buffalo guns—
They sure had those buffalo herds on the run
They chased them clear out
Of the Indian lands
Why did no one understand
They were tearing up Texas
Blood, trophy and bone
They were tearing up Texas
Just to make it their own
Next came the farmers
With their mechanical plows—
Powered by diesel and modern know-how
They ripped out the carpet
That lay on the plain
Why did nobody complain
They were tearing up Texas
Grass, soil, and stone
They were tearing up Texas
Just to make it their own
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I guess change is life
So it's change we must
Now the developers
Come in like a flood
Turning the Hill Country clay into mud
They ripped out the live oaks
To put in some shacks
And you know they never look back
As they're tearing up Texas
Why can’t they leave it alone?
But they're tearing up Texas
Just to make it their own
Just to make it their own
With their buffalo guns—
They sure had those buffalo herds on the run
They chased them clear out
Of the Indian lands
Why did no one understand
They were tearing up Texas
Blood, trophy and bone
They were tearing up Texas
Just to make it their own
Next came the farmers
With their mechanical plows—
Powered by diesel and modern know-how
They ripped out the carpet
That lay on the plain
Why did nobody complain
They were tearing up Texas
Grass, soil, and stone
They were tearing up Texas
Just to make it their own
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I guess change is life
So it's change we must
Now the developers
Come in like a flood
Turning the Hill Country clay into mud
They ripped out the live oaks
To put in some shacks
And you know they never look back
As they're tearing up Texas
Why can’t they leave it alone?
But they're tearing up Texas
Just to make it their own
Just to make it their own
Feter
What a powerful dedication ballad ...the piano
so solid stone here ..definitely paving great
road to your great vocal to sing sweetly ...
all the emotions just right there ...I can see
how this would sound with flawing acoustic
guitars ..the production is simple as the two
three tracks you used but then I can feel how
prolific this production is ...kudos ...thnx
alot for sharin !!!!