Editing to update link to the right version on Soundcloud
https://soundcloud.com/user-423212678/labor-day-pt-ii-1


So, as someone who pretty much only used BiaB as a utility to learn, and jam along with, guitar and bass, this is my second ever submission (first with vocals/lyrics) of an actual track. It's basically a companion piece to my first submission Labor Day: Old Friends Passed (which I submitted under the Jazz category).

RealDrums:
CloudRap^03-KcClSnEch,HHRdCSEch
JazzFunkFiery^1-a:SideStick, HiHat , b:Snare, HiHat
RealTracks:
1826:Bass, Electric, PopModernGrooveSync4s Ev16 075
1837:Piano, Acoustic, Rhythm PopModernGrooveHeld Ev16 075
3019:Vocal Aahs, Background Pop3-partFemale2 Ev 085 (1TrackVocalSection)
3024:Vocal Oohs, Background Pop3-partMaleLow2 Ev 085 (1TrackVocalSection)
1856:Cello, Background PopCountry Ev 085

Effects used:
Native Instruments Guitar Rig 5, Traktors 12, Molekular, and Supercharger GT. Also various stock Reaper and other freeware plug-ins/effects for the mixdown.

(Fun fact, other than the bass and drums, the only audio track in the first 2 verse sections is 3024:Vocal Oohs, Background Pop3-partMaleLow2 Ev 085 [1TrackVocalSection]…all that shiny electric organ/synth sounding stuff is audio, modulation, and pitch-based effects applied to the vocal track!)


So, as someone who pretty much only used BiaB as a utility to learn, and jam along with, guitar and bass, this is my second ever submission (first with vocals/lyrics) of an actual track. It's basically a companion piece to my first submission Labor Day: Old Friends Passed (which I submitted under the Jazz category).

Hope y'all enjoy!

Deacon,

Lyrics:

Verse 1
It's half past 5 on a labor day,
and your trying to make most of the remains of the day
1 hour, 2 bottles, 3 sheets to the wind,
howling through the gaps of your phony rictus grin,

Got the trophy wife, the white picket fence,
pushing wagyu flesh on the Grillworks mesh
Tis the American dream, the ultimate life,
but a million regrets, carve you up like a knife

Verse 2

You could have tried harder, could have pushed and shoved
to do something that you believed in, something that you loved
but when opportunities arose you just turned the other cheek,
always had an excuse, but really you were weak,

And you see with crystal clarity through impotent tears,
It’s the path of least resistance you've been sliding down for years,
Maybe for the thread count, for more and more things
20/20's always there, waiting in the wings.

Final Verse

A sharp sudden pain slices through your ire
slides through your chest like tentacles of fire
off in the distance you can hear the bells chime
they toll for you, C'est la vie , you've run out of time,

Lying on your back, send silent pleas to heaven
But mortgaged to the hilt you’re served a writ of replevin
And the last thing you see before you slip into the night,
is a whole lot of nothing flash, before your eyes.

Last edited by DeaconBlues09; 09/30/18 07:07 AM. Reason: Updated Link
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