Multi personality self referencing lyric needs YOUR input.

[rayc]

How about writing a verse or two about you or someone else you know that is a homerecording nut?
Apologies to True for using her name but the pcture of her guitar inspired me somewhat.

Oh, if you want to record something to go with it please do. Singing - please do too.

We’re in our little hidy holes,
Plug it in’n press record.
Makin’ music on our lonesome,
‘Cos that’s all we can afford.

From gear fiends to hoarders,
Just jury-riggin’ as we go.
Missin’ dinner and the footy,
In the dark where whiskers grow.

Obsessive tweaking and reshaping,
Redo, rerecord, retrack and remix.
Yeah, I’ll be upstairs in a minute,
Just a couple o’ things to fix.

You’ll find ‘em outside in the shed,
Find ‘em in a corner of the room,
You’ll find ‘em pluggin in’ by the t.v.,
Singing in the closet with the broom.

You’ll find True Hart’s out the back,
She makes spanky with Cap’n Jack.
Sometimes she’s got to lead him on,
But I think she’s got the knack.
Caress and croon to get things started
Then spank another lead to track.

I dream of perfect chiming tracks ( this verse=The monkey allen angle - ta mate!)
And the sweetest ringing tones
But all I've ever really managed
Is to sit here smoking cones

 

[Monkey Allen]

I dream of perfect chiming tracks
And the sweetest ringing tones
But all I've ever really managed
Is to sit here smoking cones


For all the potheads in here

 

[rayc]

Ta muchly monkey allen - that long period of deliberation & seeking inspiration leads to inertia doesn't it!

 

[Manslick]

Interesting. I had a similar thing in mind a while back.


In a basement in big Lou
I beat on drums and sing
You don’t know the pain I go thru
To bring this song to you

A song you’ve never heard before
A tune you won’t forget
A ditty you might come to adore
You think it is a hit?

For hours I tweak and twiddle
I edit and I track
I play a solo on my fiddle
Trying not to be a hack

I’m an independent musician
And all my music is free
You don’t need my permission
As long as you agree

To keep it all a secret
Don’t tell a single soul
You won’t be in my debt
You just have to rock and roll

Someone once said I was good
But what did they really know
Was it totally understood?
How hard it is to blow

Unlike Jimmy, Johnny, Jack or Frank
The heroes of my day
Most days I draw a stone face blank
So what else can I say?

Well I noticed just the other day
Englishmen sing like yanks
And yanks sing like Englishmen
With the freshness of a Thursday morning
On their hairless face.

 

[true-eurt]

Ray...nice one!! Use me and the Cap'n all you want! I am definitely flattered!!!


I can't wait to be able to hear it~~

 

[travelin travis]

ok that's it. you're all going to rehab.