
Mr Clean
AKA Teddy Wong
Here's another old song of mine, written in 2005 and been played at every live show I've ever performed at. (I got and still get moaned at if I don't plan on playing it.) It's a short little tune, one guitar, one voice, simple as possible.
It's basically a load of memories of mine all thrown in to a song. Like the little snapshots of memories you get when you think randomly about things. It took me about 5 minute to write it. I wish I could still write like that.
I think the vocal maybe a little loud. I mixed it loud (If you can call mixing 2 tracks mixing?) but it sounds OK, I think. I played the song 3 times for this song. First singing and picking, then just picking, then just singing. I then deleted the first track and this is what was left. Anyway, here it is.....
Thoughts, opinions, put downs, as ever, greatly appreciated.
LYRICS
It's basically a load of memories of mine all thrown in to a song. Like the little snapshots of memories you get when you think randomly about things. It took me about 5 minute to write it. I wish I could still write like that.
I think the vocal maybe a little loud. I mixed it loud (If you can call mixing 2 tracks mixing?) but it sounds OK, I think. I played the song 3 times for this song. First singing and picking, then just picking, then just singing. I then deleted the first track and this is what was left. Anyway, here it is.....
Thoughts, opinions, put downs, as ever, greatly appreciated.

LYRICS
Take what you want if you like it a lot and pull it apart at the seems
Believing in things that you cannot see, will not solve anything
So you can take on the sword or strike up accord, just don't point your finger at me
Over a cross precious hours are lost at the cost of one's sanity
It's the photographs and the psychopaths, the serenading lies
The time it takes to make mistakes, ignoring the sublime
So just remember better times with the whiskey, song and rhyme
Roast beef on a Sunday, smoking getting high, oh what a time
Take what you want if you like it a lot, a snapshot or a pose
The cause of the curse that you nurse is a dream, I think, god only knows
So you can write it all down and twist it around for all the world to see
Yeah you can do what you like if it makes you happy, just don't point your finger at me
It's like a kick in the shins when James Mercer sings, you should know your onion
Well I guess that time will tell, the evidence is clear
And it happens every year, we untie all the knots
We gather all we've got for our snapshots
Take what you want if you like it a lot and rap it up in gold, with a secret never told
A thousand bleeding hearts, a pocket full of dreams
Where nothings what it seems, a false security of hope
That fades into the sea for eternity.
I hope, I'm free.
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