Thought Crime (mastered) featuring Torrey & Greg - 02/17/20 09:54 PM
I posted a late mix of this track for feedback/suggestions regarding improving the mix.
I've applied all suggestions and have a mix that the M.E., Torrey & Greg are happy with.
Thanks to those who made suggestions.
Thanks to Torrey for the excellent melody & vocals.
Thanks to Greg for the superb guitar playing/recording.
Thanks to BIAB for the tub thumping.
THOUGHT CRIME
C1
This is not thought crime.
Don’t you see,
We're out of time?
We’re out of time.
V1
There’s nowhere to hide,
When you and me makes two.
In a private hell and overcoat,
Like wearing dead man's shoes.
Dancing away in dystopia
Language becoming a gaol.
Self-fulfilling bureaucracy,
Hammers the nail
C2
It's not pantomime.
‘neath the chestnut tree,
We are out of time.
We are out of time.
V2
We are the dead, you & me,
You know that it is crystalline
Rewrite our own history,
Truth claims our last line.
Walking upstairs once again,
Screams behind the grate.
At today’s iteration,
For now, we will wait.
C3
When will bells chime,
Oh, Julia spat,
We are out of time.
We’re out of time.
Solo
C5
This is not my thought crime,
Two plus two makes five.
We are out of time.
We are out of time.
OUTRO
No, it's your thought crime,
Can’t you see,
We were out of time?
You’re out of time.
I've applied all suggestions and have a mix that the M.E., Torrey & Greg are happy with.
Thanks to those who made suggestions.
Thanks to Torrey for the excellent melody & vocals.
Thanks to Greg for the superb guitar playing/recording.
Thanks to BIAB for the tub thumping.
THOUGHT CRIME
C1
This is not thought crime.
Don’t you see,
We're out of time?
We’re out of time.
V1
There’s nowhere to hide,
When you and me makes two.
In a private hell and overcoat,
Like wearing dead man's shoes.
Dancing away in dystopia
Language becoming a gaol.
Self-fulfilling bureaucracy,
Hammers the nail
C2
It's not pantomime.
‘neath the chestnut tree,
We are out of time.
We are out of time.
V2
We are the dead, you & me,
You know that it is crystalline
Rewrite our own history,
Truth claims our last line.
Walking upstairs once again,
Screams behind the grate.
At today’s iteration,
For now, we will wait.
C3
When will bells chime,
Oh, Julia spat,
We are out of time.
We’re out of time.
Solo
C5
This is not my thought crime,
Two plus two makes five.
We are out of time.
We are out of time.
OUTRO
No, it's your thought crime,
Can’t you see,
We were out of time?
You’re out of time.