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“Gun Rights” proto-demo

Advanced contributor rembow
posted 34 comments!

I’m actually trying to get ideas with this. If anyone’s interested in collaborating let me know. I got the atmosphere I want, the mood I’m trying to get across, but I’m having trouble with a vocal melody. Got a basic idea (the thing I kind of hum at the beginning) but… it’s hard to explain; I’m not able to sing it for some reason. Anyway I’m posting for two reasons:

1) Is the mood palpable/is the emotion conveyed convincingly?

2) Any ideas for fleshing it out?

It’s a basic sort of blues-based progression but built around a B flat minor-ish chord I like a lot.

Some Centuries

Advanced contributor rembow
posted 34 comments!

Working on music for this but haven’t been able to find something appropriate yet (I welcome suggestions, please). It’s basically a sarcastic song about shallow affection and delusions of grandeur.

You’re prettier than most girls
Got some mirror in those eyes
And it’s a hard place
That you got me in
It’s a sweet race
That i’m gonna win
Just give me some space
Time to make amends
It takes so many dimensions
Just to save a few cents

You got a heart attack
For a happy laugh
Got a handshake like an earthquake
Got me spinning dizzy tales
Make you the queen of wales
But we’re not british
We’re goddamn americans
And we like it that way

You say it once
Won’t say it again
Don’t blame you one bit
If there was a way
I could say the way it is
In less than ten million words
I’d be an almanac
I’d be the king of expression
It’s the answers in question
And you say yes
Every time

I’ll tell you true, I will
If you’re the queen of wales
And I’m the king of paint spills
What does that make us?
What does that make us?
I say we’re made of dollar bills
Wet sheets of dead trees
Cut and dry dyed green
To build a scene
Call it the land of the free
Or a recipe from a bad dream

But if you’re a character in my day dream
And you play the one who’s meant for me
Then who are you supposed to be
The remaining seven days this week?
Who are you when I’m asleep?

If you weren’t crazy you’d be dead
With a hole in your head
Where instinct should’ve been
Was supposed to build a tent
Of illusion to buttress your confusion
I mean our confusion
I mean their contusions
Sweet sympathetic evolution
Blessed distance from my sanity
Deliver me so blandly
From the madness borne of vision
Just take the ticket
Go on, take the ticket

You’re prettier than most girls
Got some fear in those lies
And what a great day
We’ve been born in
What a clean face
I’ll be buried with
Not a thing to miss
Give it a century or two
Just give it some centuries


Advanced contributor rembow
posted 34 comments!

Sorry about the mumbly voice here, haha, still working on singing and playing AND singing expressively (including enunciation) so that’s part of why this is a demo. Lyrics and song structure, mood and feel are what I’m focusing on. Professional recording, if ever, is a long term goal. Also I’m trying my hand at symbolic storytelling, allegory. This one’s about country music.

My lady’s no fool
She got craft to spare
My sweetheart’s no beggar
Got color in her hair

And if you give her a dime
Slide your change in her slot
She’ll recite you a song
And a show that don’t stop

There was once a time
When her grace and her charm
Made toast out of towns
And gave life to the farms

But my darlin’s no child
Say the notches in her bedpost
Don’t look in her eyes
Lest you turn to stone


What a beautiful song she sang
With that slow southern drawl
You can almost hear
The mournful wail
Of slow, sad steel
Casting lines against
A desert sunset
Stirring memories
Of a time before the ravages

And the town she was born in
Grew up and grew strong
Made a name in the papers
As the mecca of tonks

And the opera they sang of
As grand as it was old
Birthed the Icarus of twang
Mountain wax, home-spun gold

Her passion was plain
To those blessed with eyes
And to those craving drink
A pure shot of life

And still to this day
some radiance remains
Though jaded and faded
Sold, bought and traded

And so was treated
The soulful siren of the southern west
That singing swan more lost than blessed


Then change collected
Like a thief in the night
She got scared or aware
Or just lost in the heart

She gave up her passion
Her unquenchable curse
For the illusion of pleasure
The dark pit of a purse

So now the good ol’ days
Are gone forever
Cold dust in the wind
A dead wheel that just spins
as the sun sets
And her skin cracks
As she fills holes full of time
For dollars and dimes
She remembers the old days
And mourns momentarily
For her forgotten muse
All but lost to posterity
“Too late now!” she scoffs
As she cashes her check
I’ve bedded the banker
And there’s no looking back


A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall (Dylan cover)

Advanced contributor rembow
posted 34 comments!

This is incomplete. As a matter of fact, I didn’t even mean to post it yet, just messing around with the site’s options but since it’s up, here it is.

The lyrics are 99% the same as the original (except only the first two verses), the thing to listen for here is the arrangement, mood. I’m seeking something more musical to convey the impending doom sentiment of Dylan’s lyrics.

“She Said” song demo

Advanced contributor rembow
posted 34 comments!

I hope I did this right–first post. Just a song I wrote, hoping to get some feedback from other artistically-minded folks. Everything is subject to change so be as honest as you like, it’s just a pop song and an early version at that. =)

However if I can illicit any specific critique, I would like to know if the message of the lyrics comes across clearly or not.

she said
you’re not lazy
you’re a painter
like me
and she said
you’re not crazy
you’ve just no appetite
for their paradise
you want love
you want life
and you want it so badly
and it’s driving you mad
she said

in between
screens of static
oases of electricity
they say
you can be famous
we’ll give you everything
for one affordable down payment
your soul
your youth
just give us your labor
we’ll be your good neighbor
they say

one day
you’ll wake up and realize
that there is
no path beyond, she laughed
you grind your axe to the last
and that’s it
until then
you love and you learn
you give and you yearn
she said

you work and you buy
and you save and it’s just a game
you work and you buy
and you save and you are their slave
you live and you die
and there’s nothing left to say
you work and you buy
and you save and still you age..