Anybody want to play?

[Garry Sharp]

Good point Joe, and thanks for listening. But on the other hand do you remember 99 Red Balloons? Global destruction by accident over a red hot disco soundtrack. Worked very well.

We're basically working towards being a live band and unless you are mega big you don't get the space, the gear or the sound to do the atmospheric stuff (ahem - you'll know more about this than me) but you need the groove to work to get and keep their attention.

Anyway, that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it

 

[dafduc]

How about a medley:

George Dubya!
George Dubya!
What makes your big head so hard?

Practically writes itself...

 

[joro]

(ahem - you'll know more about this than me) but you need the groove to work to get and keep their attention.

Anyway, that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it

Good point Gary

But, FYI......I am really a begineer at all this music stuff...
just a late bloomer I guess....ya know?

Take it easy man,
Joe

 

[Garry Sharp]

Well we've plowed on a bit with this. I'm changing the drum and bass parts, but now have a chorus and a third verse (dafduc I think your comment is in that verse, in a way).

My version of the lyrics now:

There’s a parcel in the mail and it’s labeled with our address
They say it’s post paid, but I can’t remember less
About sending away for a big brown box
Which brings home the fighting and has no time for talks
There’s a parcel in the mail and it’s labeled with our address

There’s a rumble on the train and we’re swaying down the losing line
…Waiting in our seats for the day the sun ain’t gonna shine
‘cause the people we gave all those lessons in hate
They got so clever and it’s far too late
To stop the package they’ll send to a mailbox we can’t defend.

[Chorus]

Foreign languages, subtle messages
Things you’ll never hear
When you’re deafened by all
You hold so dear
They’ll make it clear
In the parcel they’ll send to the mailbox we can’t defend.


There’s a big man talking and he’s playing to the evening news
Easy on the voters, he’s the one you have to choose
But the calls he’s making are so far away
We pay tomorrow for what happened today
And the bill’s post paid from the people he took for fools

Repeat Chorus

Repeat 1st Verse