Fat Lady's Swan Song on Soundclound Fat Lady's Swan Song on YouTube You know how it's not over until the fat lady sings? Well, I thought I heard her the other night. They say that swans sing most beautifully just before they die. My singing here proves it ain't happening for awhile. I like how Dave interpreted the song. I can almost hear the fat chick lamenting my demise.
Style is _TEASIN.STY (Teasin Blues Shuffle)
RealTracks in style: 2889:Piano, Acoustic, Rhythm FolkBluesSlowShuffleMike Sw 085
RealTracks in style: 3246:Guitar, Electric, Rhythm BluesShuffleSlowSol sw 100
RealTracks in style: 1152:Silence
RealDrums in style:BluesShuffle^3-a:Brushes, Swirl , b:Brushes, HiHat
BRIDGE Style is _CBOOGIM.STY (Medium Country Boogie w/ Piano)
RealTracks in style: ~1854:Piano, Acoustic, Rhythm CountryBoogie Sw 110
RealTracks in style: ~953:Guitar, Electric, Rhythm CountryBoogieCleanA-B Sw 110
RealTracks in style: ~956:Guitar, Electric, Rhythm CountryBoogieGrittyA-B Sw 110
RealDrums in style:NashvilleShuffle^01-a:Sidestick, HiHat , b:Snare, Ride
Dave Bell of Blue Attitude played guitar and I sang and played bass.
Fat Lady's Swan SongWaking up in someone else's bathroom with someone banging on the door,
I stand to reason but I feel much like an old broom, and slide across the floor.
There's someone peering through the crack I left it open, They're calling out someone's name.
They're going to see how the mirror in here's broken. Of course, they'll cast me the blame.
CH: Oh, oh, the fat lady's singing my swan song. There's a flat note stuck in her throat.
She claims that nothing has gone wrong. She said "that's all she wrote" for me.
Sitting still I can hear some kind of music that sounds so out of place.
I wonder how the fat chick came to use it to wash away all trace
of everything I have done and still hold sacred, of all beliefs that I hold.
My time is up. There's no time left to fake it. She says I'm just too old. CH
BR: There's a slice of sunshine streaming in here sometimes that brings a ray of hope.
She's trying to erase it, and I'm left her to face it without a way to cope. SOLO
There's someone peering through the crack in the mirror. I wonder who can it be.
It looks like me, but the features could be clearer. For those with eyes let them see. CH