
Manslick
Road
This has been a tough one to get to a point where I thought it was good enough to post.
The lyrics came after I read a book called How Green Was My Valley. Though I don't think I plagiarized Llewellyn, the theme is definitely inspired by his amazing way of describing music and singing.
I recommend the book.
In several scenes he goes into a great deal of detail about the people in the village and their singing. I was so impressed by it. Then one day it hit me. No matter how great the song, the singers, the melody, the feeling; the song is doomed to a finite group, namely humanity. That is a sad attempt to explain the essence of what I concluded, as the whole idea is very complex.
Anyway, I began to write and finished the lyrics in two sittings. The final chant is my attempt to summarize the essence of song.
I ended up with too many words and so the length originally was over six minutes as I started out with a lazy tempo. I sped it up to compress the time but then I couldn't play the drum part to my satisfaction. So I programmed the hits I actually played, only I put them in time. So the drums are less than stellar as I thought it to be a sham to add a bunch of stuff I could never do. Some of it is still out of time precisely but the feel fit so I left it. The part that challenged me the most was playing a consistent kick. Anyway.........
Here's what I came up with for lyrics.
The song of man when carried by the wind
May find the ear of sainted king or sinned
The song is sung while men work thru the day
From sun rise up till sun done gone away
If duo form a pact ye make the song
It matters not if song is right or wrong
To them the sound is spoken gods own word
The truth discovered, harmony conferred
It rises up like heat from boiling blood
And flows with power, roiling like a flood
Crescendo peaks, the clarion note is born
A sound to rival holy Gabriel Horn
But for all the songs the earth has ever heard
For all the hearts the music stroked and stirred
The song will fade and echoes lose their place
For songs will never sing thru outer space
The singer sings to a captive audience
(though) The song of man may certainly convince
But it is moot my dear and patient friend
The silence and the song will one day blend
The song of man starts
From the beat of our hearts
Thru the whole of our lungs
Ore the top of our tongues (ye e)
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All comments welcome as per usual though I doubt I will be messing with this one too much for a while now.
The lyrics came after I read a book called How Green Was My Valley. Though I don't think I plagiarized Llewellyn, the theme is definitely inspired by his amazing way of describing music and singing.
I recommend the book.
In several scenes he goes into a great deal of detail about the people in the village and their singing. I was so impressed by it. Then one day it hit me. No matter how great the song, the singers, the melody, the feeling; the song is doomed to a finite group, namely humanity. That is a sad attempt to explain the essence of what I concluded, as the whole idea is very complex.
Anyway, I began to write and finished the lyrics in two sittings. The final chant is my attempt to summarize the essence of song.
I ended up with too many words and so the length originally was over six minutes as I started out with a lazy tempo. I sped it up to compress the time but then I couldn't play the drum part to my satisfaction. So I programmed the hits I actually played, only I put them in time. So the drums are less than stellar as I thought it to be a sham to add a bunch of stuff I could never do. Some of it is still out of time precisely but the feel fit so I left it. The part that challenged me the most was playing a consistent kick. Anyway.........
Here's what I came up with for lyrics.
The song of man when carried by the wind
May find the ear of sainted king or sinned
The song is sung while men work thru the day
From sun rise up till sun done gone away
If duo form a pact ye make the song
It matters not if song is right or wrong
To them the sound is spoken gods own word
The truth discovered, harmony conferred
It rises up like heat from boiling blood
And flows with power, roiling like a flood
Crescendo peaks, the clarion note is born
A sound to rival holy Gabriel Horn
But for all the songs the earth has ever heard
For all the hearts the music stroked and stirred
The song will fade and echoes lose their place
For songs will never sing thru outer space
The singer sings to a captive audience
(though) The song of man may certainly convince
But it is moot my dear and patient friend
The silence and the song will one day blend
The song of man starts
From the beat of our hearts
Thru the whole of our lungs
Ore the top of our tongues (ye e)
=========================
All comments welcome as per usual though I doubt I will be messing with this one too much for a while now.