rayc
retroreprobate
http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=6409835&q=hi
I've not been up to much - still without my recording computer - lots of words have passed between myself & the repairer but that's another issue.
This track has a stereo baisc of Roland TR505 drums, bass, & 2 guitars. Added courtesy of Faderbug are tracks of three disrorted guitars & some synths .
Here's a song sketch for a space rock song - think Hawkwind or Litmus I suppose.
Any suggestions?
No melody yet but the lyrics & title are almost sorted:
Sewer Song
Come to my circus,
My city, my sewer.
The exhibits are many,
Clay caste menagerie.
Come to the grand ball,
My trunkated lover,
The legless, the armless,
Come love's amputees.
Newborn, still born, bleeding heart.
Morning, evening's dying art.
In all these we play no part:
In games of love no-one can play.
See comic book heroes,
Pretend not to bleed,
Emotional lepers:
Toy soldier memories.
Red collophane eyelight,
waving stumps at the moon.
Pierrot with moonlust,
Come & see!
Come & see!
Bleeding jester's morbid mirth,
Death: triumphant at each birth,
Borrowed dreams of little worth.
In games of love no-one can play.
Preach gangrenous love,
My pinup religion.
Prepackaged emotion,
For a fee, for a fee!
Come to my circus,
Spectators are few,
Another red nightmare,
Come and taste,
Come and see...
Dancer, leper, soldier.
I've not been up to much - still without my recording computer - lots of words have passed between myself & the repairer but that's another issue.
This track has a stereo baisc of Roland TR505 drums, bass, & 2 guitars. Added courtesy of Faderbug are tracks of three disrorted guitars & some synths .
Here's a song sketch for a space rock song - think Hawkwind or Litmus I suppose.
Any suggestions?
No melody yet but the lyrics & title are almost sorted:
Sewer Song
Come to my circus,
My city, my sewer.
The exhibits are many,
Clay caste menagerie.
Come to the grand ball,
My trunkated lover,
The legless, the armless,
Come love's amputees.
Newborn, still born, bleeding heart.
Morning, evening's dying art.
In all these we play no part:
In games of love no-one can play.
See comic book heroes,
Pretend not to bleed,
Emotional lepers:
Toy soldier memories.
Red collophane eyelight,
waving stumps at the moon.
Pierrot with moonlust,
Come & see!
Come & see!
Bleeding jester's morbid mirth,
Death: triumphant at each birth,
Borrowed dreams of little worth.
In games of love no-one can play.
Preach gangrenous love,
My pinup religion.
Prepackaged emotion,
For a fee, for a fee!
Come to my circus,
Spectators are few,
Another red nightmare,
Come and taste,
Come and see...
Dancer, leper, soldier.
)...just enjoying the little trip the tune is taking me on.
Actually, I downloaded the song when I first listened to it...but still try to take my listens off of soundclick so you get the count...after all, someday, they just may give out prizes for the most listens...a golden didgeradoo perhaps.
I must be on a ADHD roll this morning...