Due to lack of inspiration, I have not posted anything for a month or two. While waiting for that light-bulb moment I tossed this together last weekend. Hopefully the new year will be somewhat brighter in terms of creativity.

YEARBOOK


BIAB Style: PLEAT.STY

3119:Bass, Acoustic, PopHalfNotesSync Ev 085; Rev 22. (Replaced the 2903 Bluesy Bass that came with the style)
1839:Piano, Acoustic Rhythm, Pop Modern GrooveA-B Ev 16 085; Rev 33.
Drums1: Real Drums=Folk16thsSlowBRushes; Rev 55
3394:Guitar, Acosutic Rhythm SingerSongwriterSync Ev16 070 (Rev 44)
ADDED:
2553:Guitar Acoustic Fingerpicking Songwriter16thsHigh Ev16 075 (Rev 39)
2552:Guitar Acoustic Fingerpicking Songwriter16ths Ev16 075 (Rev 55)
Drums2: Real Drums=ShakerFolkEv16 (Rev 60)



Other tracks:
Ibanez Concord 696 steel-string acoustic
Takamine CG1CE nylon-string acoustic
(bars 1-6, 31-36, 61-67).
Recorded through Focusrite Scarlett 2i2 interface and Reaper DAW.
Reverb, delay and doubling added via VST plugin.

Reason 11 "Orkester Sounds" Glockenspiel 3.0
Mark-tree sound effect

I used real instruments for the 6-bar lead-ins and outro mainly because I was unable to get BIAB to interpret the B11 and Amaj9 chords the way I wanted and partly because I think five guitars naturally have to be better than three.

LYRICS:

Yearbook

I go up to the attic in my house just yesterday
Looking for some things to sell, or junk, or give away
I come across a yearbook from long, long ago
Then I'm looking at a photo of a girl I used to know

I take it to the dormer just to get a better look
The years are melting quickly as I scrutinize that book
It's like we're back in school and I find to my surprise
An old, familiar feeling as I gaze into her eyes

I was senior boy that year and she was senior girl
And I regarded her as my best friend in the world
I thought we had a future but then ‘life’ intervened
And one day she was nowhere to be seen...

I had a job that summer, it took me all across the state
I come back in September and I rush up to her gate
I'd spent some time rehearsing all the things I longed to say
Then her neighbors tell me that they moved three-thousand miles away.

Then I learn she didn't leave a forwarding address
Just why she didn't tell me -- I am left to second-guess
In all my years of searching I've not a single thing to show
Whatever, ever happened to that girl I used to know?

I was senior boy that year and she was senior girl
And I regarded her as my best friend in the world
I thought we had a future but then ‘life’ intervened
And one day she was nowhere to be seen...

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