Last year, I tried something new. I started typing in chords into Band in a Box to see if I could concoct a tune doing it that way. I found a few chords that sounded interesting so I went to my guitar to finish the tune. It took several tries, especially the middle break. It's a pleasant tune but not what I'd call a hit. It had the sound of a droning trip in a bus so that's how it became a story about my Greyhound bus trips between Boise and Los Angeles in my teens. I sent my vocals into Audimee, which is royalty-free, and used a vocal called Michael, which is close to my own vocal but more clear.
https://www.johnwalradt.com/music/songs/greyhoundbus-master_2026feb02.mp3Style is _EMOTION.STY (Emotional Rock w/ Strings)
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GREYHOUND BUS Words and music by John Walradt
Cream colored walls, rows of blue chairs
Down and out people paying their fare
Security guard squatty and fat
Wields a broom to swat at the bats
An old drunken man is sitting by me
Talking about how it's futile to dream
Then he drifts to the night to wash out his mouth with a beer.
Can't get to sleep on a Greyhound bus
The dusk becomes dawn and the dawn becomes dusk
The dawn becomes dusk and the dusk becomes dawn
And it blends like a Renoir painting
You don't want to have to go home again.
Just spent a month with a high school friend
Smog in the palm trees, out after ten
Boarding the bus with the desert ahead
Loneliness creeps as darkness sets in
Longing for someone, more than a friend
Dream by the window of holding her hand
Laughing and sweating, wondering how it would be
Can't get to sleep on a Greyhound bus
The duskbecomes dawn and the dawn becomes dusk
The dawnbecomes dusk and the dusk becomes dawn
And it blends like a Renoir painting
You don't want to have to go home again.
Can't get to sleep on a Greyhound bus
The dusk becomes dawn and the dawn becomes dusk
The dawn becomes dusk and the dusk becomes dawn...
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