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Woke up to everything
Bombtracks and hammering
Prayers for the dying
With no end in sight
The mourning rages on
Like slow cars on autobahns
The growing phenomenon,
Run towards the light
Won’t let it get in the way…
Millions of wide awake
Flowers that hesitate
Scared of new monsters and
mortality
But there’s time to celebrate
If we alleviate
The pain that incarcerates
can set us free
Won’t let it get in the way
Bridge:
But there’s more
You will say
And it keeps us under pressure
not to break, or give way
or to think it won’t get better anyway
skies are grey
They keep telling me
Look away; keep your head down
And find something to pray
Woke up to everything
Bombtracks and hammering…
Pray for the dying
Run towards the light
Words & Music by Chance
©2004 Upside Down Left Handed Music (BMI)
Two ideas…one song…and a long time in between…
Lyrically, very influenced by war scenes and the attempt to be happy during sad times.
Verse lyrics were originally written first, but with different melodies and different chords.
But no chorus.
Chorus was originally intended for a different tune that, quite honestly sucked. But I LOVED the chorus!
So, out came the knives and sculpture tools: I took the melodies and reworked them so they worked in the same time signature as the chorus, as well as the same key (original verse was in D, not C).
And then it started to come together. First up came the drum part, which took some figuring out. Then wrote the bass and guitars on the fly as the piece was being recorded, and all I needed (and what came last) was a bridge. Voila. Done!
Recorded & mixed in Pro Tools LE Digi 002 on a Toshiba Satellite laptop
Microphones:
Lead vocal-AKG C451
Guitar: ’57 Fender Strat
Bass: Fender Jazz (El Latino)
Piano: Kawai ES-X
Drums: Programmed in REASON 2.5
Horn Section: Reason 2.5
Cool Geekout Notes
The snare drum sound is actually a mix of a room mic’d snare and a snare hit with a brush. Some of the hits are a piccolo, intended to be a 2nd snare.
To capture the Beatlesque bass tone I was going for, I rolled off all imaginable highs on that bad boy.
And finally: For those of you old enough to remember (or for those who know your rock n’ roll), what’s the single art all about?
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