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Joab Nevo
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- Last Record: 2013-06-14 09:01:06 -0700
- Joined: Oct 20, 2011
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My first new song in 10 years. The original plan was to record a basic, acoustic version, post it here, and see if anyone finds something in it and wants to develop it into something more. But then it grew and became a fully-arranged song.
While I do like the outcome, I'm not so sure this arrangement compliments the lyrics perfectly. I'd love to hear other takes on it. I am adding the stems, in the hope that anyone out there will be interested enough (or bored enough?) to do something with it.
Singalong Jack
Worked all through the day
Now he wants to play
Goes to town
Where he can drown his sorrows
And no one knows better than him
How to drown their sorrows
Gets into the queue
Knows what he has to do
To be quick
To get it done before they even notice
And no one knows better than him
How to not be noticed
He hides his gun
And chooses one
To hit and run
When done with his wine
The night is young
And yet unsung
And he is hung
So everything's fine fine fine
Morning comes violently
Bright and loud as ever
Morning arrives as he
Wakes up next to whoever
Another day of disarray
Of doing all
That needs to be done
So much to do now
Bloody hell
The day hasn't even begun
So…
He gets out of bed
Bins the sheets of red
Damn, No one knows
The amount of work one goes through
When playing all night every night
It is such a sorrow
He'll drown it tonight
And would deal with it tomorrow
Worked all through the day...