Needle In Hay - 04/20/19 12:01 AM
Hi Folks,
Here is my latest experiment for your enjoyment or displeasure. Please forgive linguistic mistakes, I admit this was faaar from perfect. Same goes for story line, I doubt it bears solid coherency
Critique is ALWAYS welcomed. Thank you!
Needle In Hay
Midi arrangement in vArranger. Mixed in Cakewalk. Synths of Halion.
Band:
1173: Accordion PopCalypso
2903: Bass Acoustic
Drums: BossaRock
Guitar:1401: Electric Rhythm
Guitar2: 3162 Baritone Electric
913: Piano, Smooth Poppy
2785: Flute
Lyrics:
Rusted out parts, leaky gaskets,
I see an undertaker carrying my casket.
His face is frozen still, like Calacatta marble
I hear the wheels of a catafalque rattling loud.
You're so vulnerable inside your shell, frightened of the night.
But thousands of years couldn't erase the urge.
Follow blindly into the light.
Sands of pyramids are seeping through my fingers.
And heart adrenalized like a wild party swinger.
Forever young mummies rest in sarcophagi.
I'm jealous of their dreams, their long dreams.
Past will leave dust on the table, perhaps some fossils and coal.
Still thousands of years can't erase the hope of finding the proof of soul.
Walking thin line on hot wire, got this feeling of a frequent mile flyer.
Laughing raven piercing clouds sees the Earth covered in ash and flowers.
Stencil prophecies written in stone,
To bypass cookie cutter days.
But thousands of years didn't stop the craving
Of searching of needles in hay.
Here is my latest experiment for your enjoyment or displeasure. Please forgive linguistic mistakes, I admit this was faaar from perfect. Same goes for story line, I doubt it bears solid coherency
Critique is ALWAYS welcomed. Thank you!Needle In Hay
Midi arrangement in vArranger. Mixed in Cakewalk. Synths of Halion.
Band:
1173: Accordion PopCalypso
2903: Bass Acoustic
Drums: BossaRock
Guitar:1401: Electric Rhythm
Guitar2: 3162 Baritone Electric
913: Piano, Smooth Poppy
2785: Flute
Lyrics:
Rusted out parts, leaky gaskets,
I see an undertaker carrying my casket.
His face is frozen still, like Calacatta marble
I hear the wheels of a catafalque rattling loud.
You're so vulnerable inside your shell, frightened of the night.
But thousands of years couldn't erase the urge.
Follow blindly into the light.
Sands of pyramids are seeping through my fingers.
And heart adrenalized like a wild party swinger.
Forever young mummies rest in sarcophagi.
I'm jealous of their dreams, their long dreams.
Past will leave dust on the table, perhaps some fossils and coal.
Still thousands of years can't erase the hope of finding the proof of soul.
Walking thin line on hot wire, got this feeling of a frequent mile flyer.
Laughing raven piercing clouds sees the Earth covered in ash and flowers.
Stencil prophecies written in stone,
To bypass cookie cutter days.
But thousands of years didn't stop the craving
Of searching of needles in hay.