I frickin loved that episode because of those two clips....sums it all up.....
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I frickin loved that episode because of those two clips....sums it all up.....
Hope nobody minds me bringing this up again...no replies for a while, but it was only on the second page...
It's taken me about five years to finish this. Procrastination due to self confidence, unfamiliarity with the subject matter and general laziness. :D
I have a few notes for the next draft but want an external look on it (five years looking at bits of it, I may have missed a problem). It's acoustic folk based. Title is The Highwayman (not very original, I know :D)
They call him Henry Davies
He's a complicated man
With hunger in his heart and a pistol in his hand
He lost his job in eighteen-seven
And his wife in eighteen-ten
Now his son's his only family, the dark's his closest friend
In the evening he'd take his flintlock pistol from its case
And head out to the highways with a scarf across his face
Step out of the shadows as a stagecoach drew near
Raise his pistol and cry "stand and deliver"
In the spring of eighteen-fourteen
On the Great North Eastern Road
The heath was full of highwaymen and carts from which they stole
A traveller stole a rifle
From a Hounslow stable hand
To protect his purse and body from a lurking highwayman
He headed out that morning with a vow to do his worst
To any highwayman he came across and Henry was the first
He dind't even stop as he fired off a round
And left Henry laying wounded bleeding on the ground
He dragged himself home through fields of dirt and mud
With buckshot in his stomach and a lung full of blood
And later in the evening with his son by his side, Henry Davies died
(guitar solo here)
They call him Charlie Davies
He's a complicated man
Anger in his heart, his father's pistol in his hand
Steps out of the darkness
As he hears a cab draw near
Fires his father's gun and shouts "stand and deliver, sir"
Redrafted the above (I've edited the post instead of posting it again), and just trying to finish up the first draft of this one...I wanted to try a twist on the "person far away from the object of their affections" theme, so I made it a ship's cartgrapher from ye olde days longing to return home. Yeah, probably already been done too, but what the hell :D The title is The Cartographer's Love Song.
Six hundred suns have sailed the sky
Gold in bright blue
Three thousand miles have passed me by
SInce I last saw you
I dream of the days we used to share
And I miss the long summer nights
Of wandering through fields and empty squares
And streets bathed in starlight
I'm just a drifter of these seas
A stranger in foreign lands
Sea charts and maps surrounding me
All measured by my own hands
Exploring these far and distant shores
And unknown borders
But one day these hands will guide me home
To familiar waters
Storms and sirens stand before my bow
Bearing souls of sailros lost at sea
But I would batten down these hatches and let my sails free
If it brought you closer to me
Some men are married to the waves
And bound by the ocean
Others are tethered to the chains
They can't bear to have broken
And some men are driven by the thrill
Of risk and adventure
But all that I long for are the hills
And streets I remmeber
And the stars that fill your sky with light
Are the same that cut the ocean gloom
And they'll guide me like a beacon on a path straight and true
Safely cross the sea back to you
And when this journey's over and I see your shores again
I'll walk barefoot for miles in your sand
And I'll find myself again where I stood years ago
And learnt to map the contours of your land
I've messed about with some of the verses again. For a song about someone who finds themselves far from home and missing the place they grew up in, I didn't think the last verse conveyed the fondness for the place anywhere near well enough.
Here's an MP3. :D
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Speaking of songwriters...
American Masters: Carole King and James Taylor
On PBS right now, 'til 9:30PM EST.
Check your listings. It's bound to be on a again.
Building
My barn
In Soho
Ain't nobody
Gonna see me now
My headcase
Is like a staircase
It goes up and down
Inspired by Edgar Allan Poe's The Raven I wrote bummed out about missing my friend Paloma, I call it;
El Paloma
Senseless sorrow to contour fore this morrow I explore sore weak and hollow
Haste traced in regret to keep my wallow fore your light I did follow before
Darkness consumed what was once bright now swallowed; Will I see her again? I dove strike:
Playing games of chance; Awarding chance to she; I repeat: Will I see her again?
I pray for a break in an escape I can borrow or take for free;
As I pull hairs that make me sneeze;
Watching TV looking for content that I like
and if it airs it'll be and if not -- It wasn't meant to be (just wasn't meant for me)
Faith can communicate in many ways; Filled with hope I cope grown radiant over this maiden laden
With joy fore delusions do toy and illusions deployed prove to destroy the weak and annoy;
Why?!
Why hath I put my faith into such garbage? Why can't love be planted?
Why must I be left alone upset and on my own I ask it,
God, is this thy plan thou has in mind? Do you remind me of blessings took for granted now departed to memory?
Am I to thank thee for a future of misery? Do I explore what the heart can endure? Or accept thy plan for me oh Lord!
Tossed forever and forever restored will restore me; Nevermore
This also proved to exercise/stretch/flex my lyric writing muscle 'as it were'.
Here, sing my song along to this;
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ioIylqRPXU
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WELCOME TO THE GHETTO
"Oh my God
We re-wrote this"
Welcome to the ghetto
We got what you need
We know every single dealer
So today we deal you weed
But if today you find I'm unkind
Then find the bitch who crossed me
You lookin' for some more to smoke
Yet nothin' comes for free
In the ghetto
Welcome to the ghetto
Now your ass is gonna, ch, ch, ch, ch, ch, ch, ch, ch, choke, choke
I, I wanna see that dick croak
Welcome to the ghetto
The ghetto where we blaze
The cops don't care
So we don't go so us dealers gotta raise
N' she's got a very nice ass
That's a nice ass to me
But that ass was in S.W.9
N' now we see Tweety
In the ghetto
Grief in Heath better let go
Let go, let, let, let go of me
Y'know... You just another fucker'ree
Welcome to the ghetto
Summers we live out on the street
We really don't give a fuck
At any sucker who brings their heat
N' it's all true what we say
Said I've seen it yesterday
Ricky was the king of Bricky
But then Shannel blew his ass away
(SND EFX: GUN SHOT X2)
In the ghetto
Welcome to the ghetto
Now your ass is gonna, ch, ch, ch, ch, ch, ch, ch, ch, choke, choke
I, I wanna see that dick croak
When they come, they come to, they come to bust my fun
My fun my fun my fun...
RAHHHHHHH...
...TID! (rarted)
You know how this life goes
It's death by me or an S.T.D
So why you wanna try
In the ghetto
Welcome to the ghetto
Now your ass is gonna, ch, ch, ch, ch, ch, ch, ch, ch, choke, choke
In the ghetto
Welcome to the ghetto
Watch her, her, her
Her from S.W.9
Ghetto
Welcome to the ghetto
Now your ass is gonna, ch, ch, ch, ch, ch, ch, ch, ch, choke, choke
Only in the ghetto
Welcome to the ghetto
Now your ass is
Your ass is mine
Yeah
My own personal Welcome to the Jungle I wrote when I was 19.
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Blue don't
Touch my
Green
Because
If I see you on
The street
Then I see you're on
My beat
Yeah
Fuck the law
Fuck the cops
Because a cop
Is a cop
And you know
We're all corrupt
But if you
Touch a cop
Then it's more than
Touching us
Trust
Fuck the law
Fuck the cops
Peace
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I'm a Chav
I'm a Goth
I'm a Stoner
Can fuck off
I'm a bit of
Rough that's
From the street
I'm a Toff now
Can't you see
A Lesbian
Of the town
With the biggest
Gun around
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FLICKING THE BEAN
I'm just
A pervert
From the
Circus
The light's
Bright now
When it's
Night out
Women
Find our
Perfect
Hideout
From the
Crowd now
Too many eyes
Have seen
That I'm so
Damn good
You twist
Flicking the bean
A link to a Soundclouded recording of a song I wrote and recorded. Mostly I'm showing off the sound of my new Fuchs amp (the guitar shows up eventually). Hope you like it.
https://soundcloud.com/jim-bordner/so-damn-blue
PS: I won't apologize for the Steely Dan thing. That's just what happened to me.
No need to apologize about the Steely Dan to me, I also listened to freighters' worth of them back in the day. I had been a fan since their first album and to this day Aja is still one of the best albums ever and I've yet to hear anything that surpasses it nor do I expect to.Quote:
Originally Posted by Gravity Jim
Oh, yeah, the guitar part is just kicking in. Thanks, I didn't need any amplifier GAS, thank you very much :D
Thanks for listening, Dan!Quote:
Originally Posted by DanTheBluesMan