
rayc
retroreprobate
Here's a draft of the song with vocals.
Constructed from an MP3 of the vocals sent to me by Terry this morning.
The sound quality is as you would expect for an MP3 converted to wav, inserted, played with & the whole thing converted to MP3.
As a draft of melody, lyric & mix how is it hanging.
Oh, there's an effect on the last vocal tag that I put in just to match the tweeness of the solo panning - not a required artifact by any means.
The story is of the often cynical & parasitic nature of "news" photography.
Link to the 2nd version today
http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=4421331&q=hi
WAH WOW (But is it Art?)
Life becomes a portrait
Feel no passion, feel no pain
Sell the image of a victim
Staring blankly from a frame
Steal the souls of nameless children
From terraced back-street slums
Let the vultures land near babies
Steal the moment, then just run
CHORUS
Just what is it that the pictures try to say?
Will they make a difference at the ending of the day?
You can cover gallery walls with your visual skill
As you suck your subjects dry – will you ever get your fill?
So, catalogue new anguish
Change your subjects every year
There’s no romance in someone’s hunger
No romance in catching fear
That’s etched on haunted faces
Or waifs with wide-starved eyes
To bolster reputations
And carry off the prize
CHORUS
Just what is it that the pictures try to say?
Will they make a difference at the ending of the day?
You can cover gallery walls with your visual skill
As you suck your subjects dry – will you ever get your fill?
Life becomes a portrait
Feel no passion, feel no pain
Steal the souls of nameless children
From a terraced slumlord’s lane
Catalogue new anguish
Change your subjects every year
There’s no romance in someone’s hunger
Win those prizes catching fear
Let the vultures land near babies
Steal the moment, then just run
Feel no passion, feel no pain
Constructed from an MP3 of the vocals sent to me by Terry this morning.
The sound quality is as you would expect for an MP3 converted to wav, inserted, played with & the whole thing converted to MP3.
As a draft of melody, lyric & mix how is it hanging.
Oh, there's an effect on the last vocal tag that I put in just to match the tweeness of the solo panning - not a required artifact by any means.
The story is of the often cynical & parasitic nature of "news" photography.
Link to the 2nd version today
http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=4421331&q=hi
WAH WOW (But is it Art?)
Life becomes a portrait
Feel no passion, feel no pain
Sell the image of a victim
Staring blankly from a frame
Steal the souls of nameless children
From terraced back-street slums
Let the vultures land near babies
Steal the moment, then just run
CHORUS
Just what is it that the pictures try to say?
Will they make a difference at the ending of the day?
You can cover gallery walls with your visual skill
As you suck your subjects dry – will you ever get your fill?
So, catalogue new anguish
Change your subjects every year
There’s no romance in someone’s hunger
No romance in catching fear
That’s etched on haunted faces
Or waifs with wide-starved eyes
To bolster reputations
And carry off the prize
CHORUS
Just what is it that the pictures try to say?
Will they make a difference at the ending of the day?
You can cover gallery walls with your visual skill
As you suck your subjects dry – will you ever get your fill?
Life becomes a portrait
Feel no passion, feel no pain
Steal the souls of nameless children
From a terraced slumlord’s lane
Catalogue new anguish
Change your subjects every year
There’s no romance in someone’s hunger
Win those prizes catching fear
Let the vultures land near babies
Steal the moment, then just run
Feel no passion, feel no pain
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