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Experimental electronica track overlaid with a house synth loop, overlaid with drums, overlaid with layers of harmonica, overlaid with my rather choosy vocal rendition of Son House's classic "Death Letter Blues." This was too much fun to make. I'm excited to continue exploring the dubstep fusion stuff, but this was equally amusing to compose and play. I felt like Junior Wells in space (I wish I was as awesome as Mr. Wells...). Enjoy!
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Lyrics
These are the ones I...I skipped some verses from the original:
Hey, I solemnly swear, Lord, I raise my right hand
That I'm goin' get me a woman, you get you another man.
I solemnly swear, Lord, I raise my right hand
That I'm goin' get me a woman, you get you another man.
I got a letter this morning, how do you reckon it read?
"Oh, hurry, hurry, gal, you love is dead."
I got a letter this morning, how do you reckon it read?
"Oh, hurry, hurry, gal, you love is dead."
Well, I walked up close, I looked down in her face.
Good old gal, you got to lay here till Judgment Day.
I walked up close, and I looked down in her face.
Yes, been a good old gal, got to lay here till Judgment Day.
Oh, some people tell me the worried blues ain't bad,
It's the worst old feelin' that I ever had.
Some people tell me the worried blues ain't bad,
Buddy, the worst old feelin', Lord, I ever had.
I fold my arms, Lord, I walked away
Hey, I solemnly swear, Lord, I raise my right hand
That I'm goin' get me a woman, you get you another man.
I solemnly swear, Lord, I raise my right hand
That I'm goin' get me a woman, you get you another man.
I got a letter this morning, how do you reckon it read?
"Oh, hurry, hurry, gal, you love is dead."
I got a letter this morning, how do you reckon it read?
"Oh, hurry, hurry, gal, you love is dead."
Well, I walked up close, I looked down in her face.
Good old gal, you got to lay here till Judgment Day.
I walked up close, and I looked down in her face.
Yes, been a good old gal, got to lay here till Judgment Day.
Oh, some people tell me the worried blues ain't bad,
It's the worst old feelin' that I ever had.
Some people tell me the worried blues ain't bad,
Buddy, the worst old feelin', Lord, I ever had.
I fold my arms, Lord, I walked away
hackneybloke
this works....but it could do with some technical stuff to enrich it.