Waiting

This song started as a Christmas blues with a thought about prison cell feeding hatch as an advent calendar. But Christmas went by and I still had only some bluesy chord progression. I started a new approach and wrote the lyrics quite easily, probably because the waiting has been a close theme lately. There is this pandemic going on, winter seemed to last forever and then I've been waiting for a work related resolution - feeling that the outcome doesn't matter, just that the wait would be over and I could go on. I managed to say everything I wanted, here is finally the end result, I'm back to my normal style smile Feel free to tell if something is not working smile

I used the _MY_AMP.STY style as the starting point and added some extra RTs. The most difficult selection was the soloist. The guitar soloists didn't work, I tried also a sax, but there were no good ones in this tempo/feel. Finally I found the harmonica which also fits the prisoner mood. After many multiriff generations I finally had a working solo.

Instruments:
RealDrums in style:BluesRock128^3-a:SideStick, HiHat , b:Snare, Ride
RealTracks in style: 2674:Guitar, Acoustic, Rhythm Blues12-8Brent Sw 065
RealTracks in style: 1924:Guitar, Electric, Rhythm TexasBluesRockSlow12-8Sol Sw 060
533:Bass, Electric, 12-8 Crystal Sw 065
2733:Piano, Acoustic, Rhythm BluesSlow128Mike Sw 065
2856:Harmonica, Background CountrySlowSwingJellyRoll Sw 085
3278:Vocal Mmms, Rhythm RockNRollGospel12-8 4-part Sw 065

Vocals by me

Mixed in Cakewalk by BandLab (Neutron 3 used on drum and bass)

Lyrics:

Droplets falling down
on the stone floor
squeaking when opened
the hatch of the door
Still no decision
just my daily meal
somewhere in a court
my ultimate appeal
the exit or the chair
the end is all I care.

Waiting is a clock face
forever ticking round
when your days are numbered
but you don't know the count (you don't know the count)
Waiting's a horizon
only eyes can reach
when your March is a long wade
through the snowbanks on the beach (snowbanks on the beach)

Flakes are falling down
on the walled yard
winter prevailing
its grip is my guard.
Still no dismissal
I wish I could just walk
to the eve of no return
but the cold front doesn't talk
who's to make a move
one's portion to approve.

Waiting is a...

Most of the life waiting for
starting from Santa Claus
the summer's arrival
the end of the lockdown
the amnesty
exes to call.
In life's many prisons to sit
if the wait is the key
then in where does it fit?
Even if learned
how to cope with a puzzle
the next wait might
call for more grit.

Waiting is a...

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Janne

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