Calling all DRUMMERS, BASSISTS, and HOWLERS!!!

DRUMMERS:  thinky sexy and creepy. I know that might seem ironic, but the two go together well. Use 60's retro tones.  Put the swing of a woman's hips in your groove.

Come in on the first chorus (don't touch the first verse). remember to hit that musical break on the last bar of the chorus and the verses- hit the one and then pause for three counts. Feel free to do a quick pick up back into the beat. During the musical interlude at the end go crazy.  Build that section up with fills and symbols. Then let it collapse on the 5th progression's end, so that that last progression shrinks back down to a more tranquil sound. ALSO.  Please record to this track but do not mix your drums into the track... just upload your stems solo style.

BASSISTS:  sexy creepy stalky bass. Hit the root notes and creep around sparsely between them.  Come in on the first chorus (don't touch the 1st verse). Remember to hit that musical break on the last bar of the chorus and the verses. During the musical interlude at the end run a little more. This is where the song explodes and all the wolves come out to play.  ALSO.  Please record to this track but do not mix your bass into the track... just upload your stems solo style.

HOWLERS:  We need more howls!  Record yourself howling, snarling, etc and add it to the collab!

Chords:  Gm, Cm, D7, Cm, G#, Gm

Tempo:  Largo.  55 Bpm.  

Please contribute your records to the wolves in the woods collab, and source this 7.0 record.  (i.e. don't source Wolves in the Woods 4.0)  Can't wait! 

Added background vox. So. Can I get a drummer on this?  Or Beats?  Hit Me! Amen.  Think Harry Nilsson's The Point or The Beatles' Sgt. Peppers Album.  Be playful.  

Second track off of 'Spilt Milk'.  Have at it!

lyrics:

Nothing like a good ol' beating

to make a proper fool out of me

I've taken a torch to everything i own

and shamed my family.

I keep a will in my back pocket.

Another one is tucked in my boot.

And if you're lucky enough to see me coming,

don't hesitate before you shoot.

But I'm gonna go to church on sunday.

Make a proper fool out of me.

Lord, let me make it to sunday.

To wash all of my sins clean.

I'm gonna disappear in the evening.

Take flight before the sun bleeds.

And don't ask the sky for no reason,

or shake me down by my trail of rosary beads.

There's nothing you can pray I aint prayed for

nothing you can say I aint heard

no morning I don't wake up shaking

God damn I hate that mocking bird.

But I'm gonna go to church on Sunday

-make a proper fool out of me.

Lord, let me make it to Sunday

to wash all of my sins clean.

if this were my song, i would keep it this simple.  Tambourine, backup vocals, a little extra guitar.  Specially in scoring a film.  However since I posted this, I have posted a newer version with better mix.  here: http://www.hitrecord.org/records/1126066

lovely song.

I fixed the levels from my first mix and added a slight extra guitar pattern atop the background vocals and tambourine.

first track on album 'spilt milk', but copyright shmoppyrights. right? rights.

and someone asked for the lyrics:  

drag your feet, keep your life strapped to your shoulders.

if you don't carve your age into your belt, you wont get any older

it's a mixed up masquerade, a penniless arcade

every face a frown, oh what a crazy town

hang your head, they'll steal the toes right off of your feet

you're lucky to count all ten, when you're living on the street

its a story thats been told, a body thats been sold

'round and around and around. oh what a crazy town

(see) joy around here comes in a little pink balloon

and if you got out of here yesterday it wouldn't be too soon

it's a cardboard palisade, a pocket change brigade

every way is down. oh what a crazy town