Lucky - 01/18/19 09:33 PM
Hi Folks.
Probably most of you, who record songs had some, that just would sound bad, no matter how much time you spend on them. Well, this is a perfect example of it from my collection Actually it is one of the first tunes I made using mighty BIAB. Initial problem is obvious. I exported RTs FX heavy, did not save the project properly and unfortunately do not even know which tracks I used. I had idea for a kids song, but not sure what came of it, some kind of soup Constructive suggestions are always welcomed. Thank you for giving this time. Misha.
Lucky
Lyrics:
Run, my bunny, run like the wind
Hungry hawk is spreading shiny wings
Shelter is nowhere to be found
Scared heart is ready to fall out
Heavy dark storm clouds filled the sky
Bringing pounding rain
Drove the savage hawk away
And the cotton tail got to hay.
Hide my fawn deep in the woods
Hunters scouting with their hounds
Sending tremor from their boots
To the needle covered ground.
Gust of wind and icy hale
Snapping oaks and pines
Gloomy hunters packed and turned back home
Leaving frightened fawn behind.
Keep your head up my boy don’t cry
Dry your tears in the wind
Night will pass, sun will rise
Birds will start to sing.
Probably most of you, who record songs had some, that just would sound bad, no matter how much time you spend on them. Well, this is a perfect example of it from my collection Actually it is one of the first tunes I made using mighty BIAB. Initial problem is obvious. I exported RTs FX heavy, did not save the project properly and unfortunately do not even know which tracks I used. I had idea for a kids song, but not sure what came of it, some kind of soup Constructive suggestions are always welcomed. Thank you for giving this time. Misha.
Lucky
Lyrics:
Run, my bunny, run like the wind
Hungry hawk is spreading shiny wings
Shelter is nowhere to be found
Scared heart is ready to fall out
Heavy dark storm clouds filled the sky
Bringing pounding rain
Drove the savage hawk away
And the cotton tail got to hay.
Hide my fawn deep in the woods
Hunters scouting with their hounds
Sending tremor from their boots
To the needle covered ground.
Gust of wind and icy hale
Snapping oaks and pines
Gloomy hunters packed and turned back home
Leaving frightened fawn behind.
Keep your head up my boy don’t cry
Dry your tears in the wind
Night will pass, sun will rise
Birds will start to sing.