Another song or piece of music I have written. This time an instrumental. Again recorded on the laptop on cubase 2 with an assortment of vst plugin instruments. And once again a demo and not the final mix. I’m trying to get into the habit of posting these a little more often. Again any comments welcome?
When you see water, I see rain When you feel longing, I feel pain When you see values, I see restraint I’m lost in boredom when it’s never the same
You see yellow bricks but the journey’s long You love the chanteuse yet I cry at the song I’ll try to recapture when you know that it’s gone You’re a rounded identity but where did I come from
I know that I’m right now, but I know I’ve been wrong There’s a new world out there, But I’m afraid to move on But don’t you stand and judge me, till you’ve walked down that path The joke may be funny, but it doesn’t make me laugh
I can’t help thinking but I know I must feel Seek the reason but emotions kill Keep moving forward and let time stand still Hypocrisy’s false but human spirit’s real
There’s so much beauty but I’m blinded by fear Disasters are far between yet I hold them near You think the future’s bright but to me it’s not clear Once I caught your eye, but no one’s caught my tear
This is a rough edit of a song I wrote recently. Would value any feedback but remember it is a rough version, not final! For those who want to know it was recorded on a laptop using cubase 2, various plug in vst instruments, fender telecaster and a shure SM58 mic. So what do y’all think?
This summer, and just following, I discovered natonalism. I have struggled for years how to have a national identity without being racist in some form or other. Anyway, this song has been one of the main helpers. I want to own the flag of St George without some racist claiming the colours. One particular favourite is the verse about the pubs… any way here are the lyrics to Roots by Show of hands… video to follow…
Roots Now it’s been 25 years or more I’ve roamed this land from shore to shore From Tyne to Teign, or Severn to Thames From moor to vale, from peak to fen
Played in cafes, pubs and bars I’ve stood in the street with my own guitar But I’d be richer than all the rest If I had a pound for each request
For ‘Duelling Banjos’, ‘American Pie’ It’s enough to make you cry 'Rule Britannia', or 'Swing low…' Are they the only songs we English know?
Seed, bark, flower, fruit They’re never gonna grow without their roots Branch, stem, shoot They need roots
After the speeches, when the cake’s been cut The disco’s over and the bar is shut At christening, birthday, wedding or wake What can we sing ‘til the morning breaks
When the Indians, Asians, Afro-Celts It’s in their blood, below their belt They’re playing and dancing all night long So what have they got right that we’ve got wrong?
Seed, bark, flower, fruit They’re never gonna grow without their roots Branch, stem, shoot They need roots and
Haul away boys, let them go Out in the wind and the rain and snow We’ve lost more than we’ll ever know 'Round the rocky shores of England We need roots
And a minister said his vision of hell Is three folk singers in a pub near Wales Well, I’ve got a vision of urban sprawl There’s pubs where no-one ever sings at all
And everyone stares at a great big screen Overpaid soccer stars, prancing teens Australian soap, American rap Estuary English, baseball caps
And we oughta be ashamed of all we walk Of the way we look, at the way we talk Without our stories or our songs
How will we know where we come from? I’ve lost St. George and the Union Jack That’s my flag too and I want it back
Seed, bark, flower, fruit Never gonna grow without their roots Branch, stem, shoot We need roots
Haul away boys, let them go Out in the wind and the rain and snow We’ve lost more than we’ll ever know 'Round the rocky shores of England We need roots…