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TITLE: Broken Land

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TRACK & SONG INFO

Bass - 531:Bass, Acoustic, Pop Sw 065
Piano - 1889: Piano, Solo-Accompaniment CountrySwingJohn Sw085
Drums - RealDrums=JazzBrushesSticks: a: Brushes b: Snare, Ride
Guitar - 529:Guitar, Acoustic, Strumming Hank Sw 065

sw8, 4/4, Fm 65 bpm

In addition to the BIAB tracks above, I added the following:

Midi drum track in Superior Drummer - Independent Wooden Drum Hoops
Midi bass track in Trilian
Midi Keys in Kontakt
Acoustic Guitar
Midi Bassoons in Kontakt
Midi Cello in Kontakt

In my mixdown, I ended up with these tracks:

Trillian Bass
Bass (from BIAB)
Guitar 1 (from BIAB ???)
Guitar 2
Kick, Snare, Ride, Cymbals, HiHat - from Superior Drummer
Bassoon
Toy Sounds
Piano (mix of BIAB & extra piano I added)
Voice

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LYRICS

Draft 5

v1
Well there’s just one way to heaven
There’s a thousand ways to hell
When you’re deep and dark and drunk on love
Your heart can hardly tell

She was a hooker of errata,
Her smile, a valentine.
My fists were hard and sober
When I laid her down the line

You see it’s fear that finds you burning
In that derelict hotel.
And she’ll be the first to tell you:

Yeah, there’s 27 bones in this broken hand . .

v2
All those aces in your card house
Won’t build a mansion to the sky.
Those tequila shots you’re shooting hot
Won’t halt her last goodbye.

I was drinking when I met her
At that old train by the sea.
She was hunkered down in a carousel
Painted ponies running free.

You know the carnival ecstatic
assumes a center of belief.
She’ll be the first to tell you:

There’s a stack of shattered dreams for each broken man

v3
The mantra of our fathers
Building kingdoms up through time
Sweet dejavu, our passions,
Make us slaves to all their lies.

Her voice was a song of burning
Like a bird that dwells in fire
Her hands they smoldered over me,
Like coals from a funeral pyre

You see the fastest way to Zion
Is through that doorway of her eyes
She turned to me and whispered soft:

There’s a thousand dying prayers in this broken land


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Draft 1 from the original text

A wh*re comes errata a jovial face
banjo’s last ramba the mansion
Ace cad the house lifting and fell comatose the herbs are verdant
The nachos sobre all sealed extra largo
The time me dejavus grainery of sublimation

Doritos and an apology of such eyes
You hunkered entire lost carousels
fruit principle of the pueblos of mansions
Why one way poor debauched the one

Time to lose arbors of the Hosia
Send her con margaritas and sabbaticals
Poor lost Rio of the lusting separation
Why comes errata green and desperate
famous entire lost graineries

Sober L patios felt the candid O
Mantra of the grandfather established a castle
And L soul quiet it jovial solo and vice
The time my deja vu juggernaut why serve

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The original text was a poem in Spanish. If you're interested, I can post it in the comments.

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I wrote this song sketch for my Translitic Songwriting Group on Facebook. As with most of my writing, it was a last-minute thing--especially the video.

This is a sketch, and I plan on re-recording and re-mixing, but I'd appreciate any input--suggested changes and/or what seems to be working/not-working in the current version.

Sorry I haven't been on the Forum much the last 6 months. We've had complications with COVID and a death in the family, so the days all sort of melt together. I do look forward to catching up though and listening and commenting on the posts others have made on the forum.

Hope everyone is keeping safe and healthy.