I can feel the dust, i can feel the heat
I see the schackels on my feet,
Walking boss bes mind that coach gun!
I see your maker comin,
with a lil help from me
~Through the night, and darkness, we rush forward to the tops of the universe. What for we're?~
The original version of this song was composed, written and mixed on board of the night train to Berlin, in 2004. Here is an updated version number…
Overnight
the world went fake
Everything has been replaced
With pale imitations
Gray reflections
The food has no taste
Surrounded by automatons
Programmed not to see what's going on
Cheap props and flimsy sets
A tired plot and bad effects…
Began with the drum beat, added some guitar sounds, messed about with Revitar 2 and put them on top of the drums, did some experimenting with the lyrics, I looked up all the strains of weed and made a list of their names and made the song out…
Song #2 for the RPMC. My goal is to have 12 short tunes (1-3 minutes long), so I need to pick up the pace.
Again, quartal tuning on the top 3 unison pairs of the 12 string. I've been listening to Ralph Towner's Blue Sun, hence the title.
I read in the newspaper about an 82-yr-old woman in Houston who got arrested for growing seven marijuana plants in her back yard. The song almost wrote itself.
Written by Greg Connor
Lyrics:
Old Country Songs
Wooden Chair by the window
Gibson on my lap
And the time I spend strumming
Is never coming back
The sun is shining on me
Evening won’t be long
I’m living in the city
Singing…
In one part I harmonized the E Phrygian intro with G Mixolydian, thought that was kinda neat. In the original tune I like the lyrics: "I am not a sailor, I am a captain, I am a captain." Electric guitar kicks in around the half way point.
So after hearing some of Stephen Krell's outstanding picking, I asked him if he'd like to play along with any of my songs... I can't be happier with the one he picked to add his banjo to (seeing as how the song is written about my favorite Pete…
Poor Reg's mate Ronald lost his job in the Government cuts now this whole world is caving in..... he has the bailiffs pounding at his door and he can't take anymore........he has lost his pension....soon to lose his house ......he's already lost…
Well....the lead in the background and the main is done by a vocal Fx ......no guitars were harmed ......the rest of the music was my trusty M-audio Pro keys ......i sent it over to the other Reg as an example of what i wanted him to do with…
Comments on 02bfree's stuff
Great take on a classic melody!
lickity
Still holding on
Nice guitar and vox ...like the stripped back laid the bare bones feel to this... Jarvo
Well this is different take on an old classic....and all the better for that....I take it that the Digitech makes all these sounds ? Nice One Jarvo
Rocks , good playing and tones.
Sweet groove.
Wow Its Clint Eastwood rock,
Wow, some pretty smooth playing! Great track!
Nice and raw! Dig it!
thristy,parched,low down dirty blue
really cool, wish i could get a guitar tone like that.
Nice off the cuff sounds!
How cool is that John,
Great song! Love the guitar work as well!
Superb , right from the first note
Do the bars keep em in or us out.? Who has the freedom.
I can really feel the grit in this one John! Nice song, short and sweet.
Great Tune John. Ilike it!
I can feel the dust, i can feel the heat I see the schackels on my feet, Walking boss bes mind that coach gun! I see your maker comin, with a lil help from me
Comments made by 02bfree
I remember watching doves flying around Checkpoint Charlie back in the 70's.
Great lyrics.
The theremin sounds are a nice effect.
Very nice.
Hilarious. Probably true.
Like this one Gene.
Soundin like Mississippi Fred McDowelll on this one.
There's more old drunks than there are old doctors.
After years of med school they still call it practising medicine.
Don't step on the grass,Sam.
I got tendonititus from our last housesigning.
Tell it like it is.
Great cover
A well written song. Resonates on several levels.
Deft phrasing.Very tasty.
Holy Guacomole!
Nothing beats a well written song.
...pullin at da rug...
Great expirimental sounds.
Dark tones.