Armistice
Son of Yoda
Whirlwind
[edit] it's actually called "Whirlwind" not "Whirlpool" - I tell you, the number of takes I fucked up by singing "whirlpool" instead.
I seem to keep doing 6 minute songs. Sorry 'bout that... I'll go shorter next time.
First mix, have listened way too much to have any objectivity left and my mixing set up sucks - the usual excuses. It's a 256 MP3 to keep the file size under control at least a bit.
Although not strictly biographical, I realised towards the end of its creation that it's sort of about a friend of mine who's retreating further and further from this messy thing we call life. I toyed with chopping the last section off, but it seems that all my songs have the big double chorus orgasmic crescendo thing. Right. At. The. Very. End. *breathes* and I thought it'd be a better idea this time to just bring it down in the last section, and let you have a post-coital cigarette, so to speak, with some nice chillin' beats ...
Rip in. All feedback welcomed. I strive always to overcome my limitations in mixing - always challenging with big messy things like this.
LYRICS
Won’t do you no good to hide away
But you don’t listen to what people say now do ya?
It ain’t the scars from some tainted love*
It ain’t the voice of your good lord above talking to ya
You know when we were younger, remember then?
And you stabbed that kid with a fountain pen
You were a crazy little one, but now?
You’ve forgotten all those times anyhow
This seems a little grey, a little light, a little like you’re on the slide
So give up the gentle breeze, step into the whirlwind outside
You were the one who was never afraid
Now you’re distracted, indisposed and delayed aren’t you?
And you’re the one we all tiptoe around
You can be startled by the slightest sound now can’t you?
You were the one who most likely to, so what’s this?
Used to be you’d never, ever, ever miss
And when you completely dissolve, what’s next?
You just seem eternally perplexed
This seems a little grey, a little light, a little like you’re on the slide
Damn the gentle breeze, step into the whirlwind outside
It's warm in here / it's nice in here / inside
It sure is pretty, your immaculate cage
Show us again how you rock and you rage now will you?
Might take a while longer but eventually
That whirling devil in your head you don’t see will kill you
We’re all a little older now, who cares?
There’s nothing at the bottom of the stairs
Amid the shards of shattered pasts we all pray
Your Technicolor isn’t fading out to grey
This seems a little fey, a little white, a little like a place to hide
Throw it all away and step into the hailstorm outside
This seems a little grey, a little light, a little like you’re on the slide
Damn the gentle breeze, step into the whirlwind outside
It's nice in here / it's warm in here / I'm not leaving / what are you trying to do?
What are you trying to do?
* Yeah, I know. And I'm soooo tempted to put in that three note riff in after that line, just so I can really make it an official rip off.
[edit] it's actually called "Whirlwind" not "Whirlpool" - I tell you, the number of takes I fucked up by singing "whirlpool" instead.
I seem to keep doing 6 minute songs. Sorry 'bout that... I'll go shorter next time.
First mix, have listened way too much to have any objectivity left and my mixing set up sucks - the usual excuses. It's a 256 MP3 to keep the file size under control at least a bit.
Although not strictly biographical, I realised towards the end of its creation that it's sort of about a friend of mine who's retreating further and further from this messy thing we call life. I toyed with chopping the last section off, but it seems that all my songs have the big double chorus orgasmic crescendo thing. Right. At. The. Very. End. *breathes* and I thought it'd be a better idea this time to just bring it down in the last section, and let you have a post-coital cigarette, so to speak, with some nice chillin' beats ...
Rip in. All feedback welcomed. I strive always to overcome my limitations in mixing - always challenging with big messy things like this.
LYRICS
Won’t do you no good to hide away
But you don’t listen to what people say now do ya?
It ain’t the scars from some tainted love*
It ain’t the voice of your good lord above talking to ya
You know when we were younger, remember then?
And you stabbed that kid with a fountain pen
You were a crazy little one, but now?
You’ve forgotten all those times anyhow
This seems a little grey, a little light, a little like you’re on the slide
So give up the gentle breeze, step into the whirlwind outside
You were the one who was never afraid
Now you’re distracted, indisposed and delayed aren’t you?
And you’re the one we all tiptoe around
You can be startled by the slightest sound now can’t you?
You were the one who most likely to, so what’s this?
Used to be you’d never, ever, ever miss
And when you completely dissolve, what’s next?
You just seem eternally perplexed
This seems a little grey, a little light, a little like you’re on the slide
Damn the gentle breeze, step into the whirlwind outside
It's warm in here / it's nice in here / inside
It sure is pretty, your immaculate cage
Show us again how you rock and you rage now will you?
Might take a while longer but eventually
That whirling devil in your head you don’t see will kill you
We’re all a little older now, who cares?
There’s nothing at the bottom of the stairs
Amid the shards of shattered pasts we all pray
Your Technicolor isn’t fading out to grey
This seems a little fey, a little white, a little like a place to hide
Throw it all away and step into the hailstorm outside
This seems a little grey, a little light, a little like you’re on the slide
Damn the gentle breeze, step into the whirlwind outside
It's nice in here / it's warm in here / I'm not leaving / what are you trying to do?
What are you trying to do?
* Yeah, I know. And I'm soooo tempted to put in that three note riff in after that line, just so I can really make it an official rip off.
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