A while back I wanted to write a "James Bond type" song. This is that. The kind of song that plays over the opening credits of a Bond movie. But like the classic 60's Sean Connery movies. Like Thunderball or something. So there is a lot of reverb on this (for me anyway). As the self-appointed site reverb nazi I'm prepared to take my punishment.
But I was going for a classic Bond movie sound. I dulled the snare and overheads - to reduce the high-high-end. I played around with reverbs. The only reverb I like on this is the reverb on the guitar riff. I'll probably play around more with the reverbs on this. Because I don't think I got anywhere near a classic 60's Bond movie sound. I didn't think I'd get 100% there, but I thought I'd get close than this.
IBB did the drums. They're excellent. Kick sound is cool and so are the toms.
Mix #1
SoFarSoFarAway.mp3 - Google Drive
Mix #2
SoFarSoFarAway2.mp3 - Google Drive
Lyrics for the curious:
So Far We're So Far Away
Take a chair - check your hair
Make believe you care
God save the Queen and all of that
Act debonair
It's a ticking clock affair
So slip below the glare
You're the planet's wingman
Pick your nom de guerre
This battle's not for show
It's a victory you'll never know
And with a silky trigger touch
It's better that you don't say too much
I hate it when you stare
You're not really there
It's time to kill
Time to fly off to anywhere
CHORUS
Yeah we might live or die today
But so far we're so far away
Alterations have occurred
Shaken not stirred
So get that blood or lipstick off of your lapel
Battle lines are blurred
Give me your word
He could be here, he could be gone, you'll never tell
So lose your former soul
You get a new one back in trade
Forget you're in control
Forget about the plans you made.
Just blend in with the herd
Kill shot conferred
Just know belief and poison pills are both inferred
CHORUS
BRIDGE
Put on your cape, it's time to fight that sinister creation
Bang, sizzle, boom when it gets launched from some remote ice station
It's on its way, a nod from God, so grab hold of the comet
The illuminatti? They ain't scared, they all know that you're on it
Faces turn to places, and we're so far away
So far, so far away
SOLO
Shoot him 'till you're done
Get up, get on, get out
Don't ever let them trace a shot back to your gun
This war's not nearly won
It isn't even halftime
There's still room for all of us to have some fun
I wish we had the time
To borrow truth and make it mine
And hear it through the whine
Of an unprotected, dirty line
So chase the setting sun
It's a consequence of power
That you fix it all and go back on the run
CHORUS
CHORUS
But I was going for a classic Bond movie sound. I dulled the snare and overheads - to reduce the high-high-end. I played around with reverbs. The only reverb I like on this is the reverb on the guitar riff. I'll probably play around more with the reverbs on this. Because I don't think I got anywhere near a classic 60's Bond movie sound. I didn't think I'd get 100% there, but I thought I'd get close than this.
IBB did the drums. They're excellent. Kick sound is cool and so are the toms.
Mix #1
SoFarSoFarAway.mp3 - Google Drive
Mix #2
SoFarSoFarAway2.mp3 - Google Drive
Lyrics for the curious:
So Far We're So Far Away
Take a chair - check your hair
Make believe you care
God save the Queen and all of that
Act debonair
It's a ticking clock affair
So slip below the glare
You're the planet's wingman
Pick your nom de guerre
This battle's not for show
It's a victory you'll never know
And with a silky trigger touch
It's better that you don't say too much
I hate it when you stare
You're not really there
It's time to kill
Time to fly off to anywhere
CHORUS
Yeah we might live or die today
But so far we're so far away
Alterations have occurred
Shaken not stirred
So get that blood or lipstick off of your lapel
Battle lines are blurred
Give me your word
He could be here, he could be gone, you'll never tell
So lose your former soul
You get a new one back in trade
Forget you're in control
Forget about the plans you made.
Just blend in with the herd
Kill shot conferred
Just know belief and poison pills are both inferred
CHORUS
BRIDGE
Put on your cape, it's time to fight that sinister creation
Bang, sizzle, boom when it gets launched from some remote ice station
It's on its way, a nod from God, so grab hold of the comet
The illuminatti? They ain't scared, they all know that you're on it
Faces turn to places, and we're so far away
So far, so far away
SOLO
Shoot him 'till you're done
Get up, get on, get out
Don't ever let them trace a shot back to your gun
This war's not nearly won
It isn't even halftime
There's still room for all of us to have some fun
I wish we had the time
To borrow truth and make it mine
And hear it through the whine
Of an unprotected, dirty line
So chase the setting sun
It's a consequence of power
That you fix it all and go back on the run
CHORUS
CHORUS
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