Rock n Roll Reactionary Blues redux
I MAY have posted this previously but can't recall...anyway this is a faster version if nothing else.
A little joke song I wrote, breaking as many rules as I could along the way, in response to someone who was a stickler for musical rules.
I resurrected it and attempted to kick it up a notch with Scott C on lead guitar but it proved to be not really worth the effort so I sped it up and left the original BIAB solo & drums tracks in place just to call it done. Scott did some lovely work but I didn't want to torture him further.

Laid Back Blues style
570 Guitar Slide Solist Blues Monday Swing
Real Drums Nashville 128
My Squire through a Marshall for the rhythm guitars and a Vantage bass.
Recorded & mixed in Reaper.
Lyrics...

Picasso reassembled Les Demoiselles d’Avignon,
He'll follow the PreRaphaelite script,
Seurate has agree to join the dots,
To save himself from being whipped.
Derain & Matisse have promised,
That they'll always colour by the numbers.
While Salvador Dali committed to keep it real,
As a street cred rumbler.

I know, I taken advantages
And I haven't paid my dues.
Now I've been painted into a corner,
With the rock n roll reactionary blues.

Frank Lloyd Wright,
Has stopped the waters falling,
He realized apartment blocks were calling.
Piet Mondrian has started to using the circle,
Primary colours squared wasn't the right vehicle.
David Hockney will reject the pile of cash,
He’s heartily embarrassed at making such a splash.
Jackie Pollock has taken on acting roles,
Since he realized the mistake that was Blue Poles.

CHORUS

Andy Pandy Warhol has given up his stint,
And he's now making wallpaper in his famous screen print.
Poor Antoni Gaudi can't work out what to be,
He recognized his buildings belonged beneath the sea.
Jorn Utzon's orange is being reassembled as we speak,
Can’t have a house of opera that doesn't reach the peak.
Henry Moore's no more - he couldn't take the pace,
He couldn't make a sculpture with a recognizable face.

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Poor Orson Welles: poor Orson,
He’s swollen: fat.
He's bloated and forlorn,
That is that.
Someone nicked, his little Rosebud.
When he, foolishly,
Left it on the lawn.

CHORUS

Last edited by rayc; 01/01/21 10:28 PM.
Cheers
rayc
"What's so funny about peace, love & understanding?" - N.Lowe