
rayc
retroreprobate
http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=6730964&q=hi
Hi Folks,
The above link takes you to a work in progress: it still needs a solo & drums.
It's a progression I've had for many years. I didn't get anywhere with it as I couldn't work out a bass line for it - still can't really.
The TR505 patterns gallop along a bit electro popishly - I wanted the tempo rather tha the rhythm.
Any ideas?
Lyrics:
KENNEDY AVALON
Jack locked Jackie in Camelot
Chaste, and always on view
While ploughing a furrow of privilege
With only the moneyed and few
CHORUS
Fame is dirty, sullies the night
Some croon stitched into a dress
Tongue-kissing power ends up dead on a bed
In another “need to know” mess
Pigs couldn’t fly when they stood eye to eye
On the shoreline, losing their chance
In its shadow today, Guantanamo Bay
Feeds the spawn of irrational stance
Daddy’s little soldier – shorts, jacket, saluting
As the caisson went rolling along
Backwards boots pointing, after the shooting
While stars through tears sing their songs
CHORUS
Everyone tells you they knew where they were
An ill wind they all thought was change
For the strings of a puppet can be cut at the whim
Of the true masters of the grange.
INSTRUMENTAL
CHORUS
What can you do for your country?
Applaud, take the bait
Smile, style, from substance resile
The pumped-up always deflate
Yes, Jack locked Jackie in Camelot
Chaste, and always on view
While ploughing a furrow of privilege
With only the moneyed and few
CHORUS
In another need to, ‘nother need to know, ‘nother need to know mess.
Copyright 2008 – Berman Cochrane – Pygmy Beat
Hi Folks,
The above link takes you to a work in progress: it still needs a solo & drums.
It's a progression I've had for many years. I didn't get anywhere with it as I couldn't work out a bass line for it - still can't really.
The TR505 patterns gallop along a bit electro popishly - I wanted the tempo rather tha the rhythm.
Any ideas?
Lyrics:
KENNEDY AVALON
Jack locked Jackie in Camelot
Chaste, and always on view
While ploughing a furrow of privilege
With only the moneyed and few
CHORUS
Fame is dirty, sullies the night
Some croon stitched into a dress
Tongue-kissing power ends up dead on a bed
In another “need to know” mess
Pigs couldn’t fly when they stood eye to eye
On the shoreline, losing their chance
In its shadow today, Guantanamo Bay
Feeds the spawn of irrational stance
Daddy’s little soldier – shorts, jacket, saluting
As the caisson went rolling along
Backwards boots pointing, after the shooting
While stars through tears sing their songs
CHORUS
Everyone tells you they knew where they were
An ill wind they all thought was change
For the strings of a puppet can be cut at the whim
Of the true masters of the grange.
INSTRUMENTAL
CHORUS
What can you do for your country?
Applaud, take the bait
Smile, style, from substance resile
The pumped-up always deflate
Yes, Jack locked Jackie in Camelot
Chaste, and always on view
While ploughing a furrow of privilege
With only the moneyed and few
CHORUS
In another need to, ‘nother need to know, ‘nother need to know mess.
Copyright 2008 – Berman Cochrane – Pygmy Beat
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