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Post by mitchfit on May 7, 2024 3:12:43 GMT
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Post by mitchfit on May 7, 2024 0:39:01 GMT
different paths to the same destination
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Post by mitchfit on May 6, 2024 15:14:30 GMT
Now that the holidays have come They can relax and watch the sun Rise above all of the beautiful things they've done
Go to the country, take the dog Look at the sky without the smog See the world laugh at the farmers feeding hogs Eat hot dogs
What a pity that the people from the city Can't relate to the slower things That the country brings
Time itself is bought and sold The spreading fear of growing old Contains a thousand foolish games that we play
While people planning trips to stars Allow another boulevard to claim a quiet country lane It's insane
So the subtle face is a loser this time around Here we are in the years Where the showman shifts the gears Flags become careers Children cry in fear "Let us out of here"
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Post by mitchfit on May 4, 2024 17:44:50 GMT
^^^^ at first i thought that riff COULDN'T HAVE gone UN-noticed.
which gets heard first, the words or the music?
endeavor to persever, mitchfit .
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Post by mitchfit on May 4, 2024 17:36:58 GMT
case in point-read an interview with Paul Simon where he said that the initial transcript of Bridge Over Troubled Waters had left him underwhelmed. he put it on the back burner for a while until he realized that another tune waiting in the hall would go perfectly with it as an outro. that song got spliced in around the 3 minute mark, starting with, "sail on silver bird".
so save your failures, they are really all just winners waiting for their chance to get into the game.
...Funny how my memory slips when looking over manuscripts of unpublished rhyme, drinking my vodka and lime... "A Hazy Shade of Winter"
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Post by mitchfit on May 4, 2024 16:32:59 GMT
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Post by mitchfit on May 3, 2024 22:10:44 GMT
^^^^ MM, 2nd video is a dead link?
had to go to original source in order to ask--see what looks like a six cog gear icon in lower right hand area of video frame. click on it to change speed to 2X then play:
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Post by mitchfit on May 3, 2024 18:51:52 GMT
CAPTAIN"S LOG genre--historical rock subtitle--great lyrics stardate--OU812
They crossed over the border, the hour before dawn Moving in lines through the day Most of our planes were destroyed on the ground where they lay Waiting for orders we held in the wood Word from the front never came By evening the sound of the gunfire was miles away Ah, softly we move through the shadows, slip away through the trees Crossing their lines in the mists in the fields on our hands and on our knees And all that I ever was able to see The fire in the air glowing red, silhouetting the smoke on the breeze
All summer they drove us back through the Ukraine Smolensk and Viasma soon fell By autumn we stood with our backs to the town of Orel Closer and closer to Moscow they come Riding the wind like a bell General Guderian stands at the crest of the hill Winter brought with her the rains, oceans of mud filled the roads Gluing the tracks of their tanks to the ground while the sky filled with snow And all that I ever was able to see The fire in the air glowing red silhouetting the snow on the breeze
In the footsteps of Napoleon the shadow figures stagger through the winter Falling back before the gates of Moscow, standing in the wings like an avenger And far away behind their lines the partisans are stirring in the forest Coming unexpectedly upon their outposts, growing like a promise You'll never know, you'll never know which way to turn, which way to look you'll never see us As we're stealing through the blackness of the night You'll never know, you'll never hear us And the evening sings in a voice of amber, the dawn is surely coming The morning roads leads to Stalingrad, and the sky is softly humming
Two broken Tigers on fire in the night Flicker their souls to the wind We wait in the lines for the final approach to begin It's been almost four years that I've carried a gun At home it will almost be spring The flames of the Tigers are lighting the road to Berlin Ah, quickly we move through the ruins that bow to the ground The old men and children they send out to face us, they can't slow us down And all that I ever was able to see the eyes of the city are opening Now it's the end of the dream
I'm coming home, I'm coming home, now you can taste it in the wind, the war is over And I listen to the clicking of the train-wheels as we roll across the border And now they ask me of the time that I was caught behind their lines and taken prisoner "They only held me for a day, a lucky break," I say they turn and listen closer I'll never know, I'll never know why I was taken from the line and all the others To board a special train and journey deep into the heart of holy Russia And it's cold and damp in the transit camp, and the air is still and sullen And the pale sun of October whispers the snow will soon be coming And I wonder when I'll be home again and the morning answers "Never" And the evening sighs, and the steely Russian skies go on forever
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Post by mitchfit on May 3, 2024 16:09:29 GMT
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Post by mitchfit on May 3, 2024 16:00:16 GMT
Oh...an easy way to protect your song, at least to prove that you wrote it if ever needed, is to mail it to yourself recorded delivery and never open the envelope. That way you have a dated postmark on the envelope, so if you put the radio on one morning and hear Ed Sheeran or Beyonce singing about Dr Hoffmann and Frank & Sharon, you can say...."Oi that's mine and I can prove it!" The proper way is to publish and register it with PPL, but you should have a few songs to make that worthwhile. Shine On Michael what MM said. or just email it to yourself. is odd that if i want to write a will assuring my sons get all, a legal parasite payment is required. but if i speak my mind on the web, it becomes a legal document(?) mitchfit
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Post by mitchfit on May 3, 2024 15:50:59 GMT
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Post by mitchfit on May 3, 2024 3:59:55 GMT
ancient songs along the same lines as above?
this thread started with an old poem that had potential to become a song. the below is an excerpt from poetry that is guestimated to be about 13,000 years old, the Mahabarata. it is said to have been a big hit back then in the Indus Valley Region.
THE IRON THUNDERBOLT
A single projectile charged with all the power of the Universe. An incandescent column of smoke and flame as bright as one thousand suns rose in all its splendour An iron thunderbolt, a gigantic messenger of death Which reduced to ashes the entire race of the Vrishnis and the Andhakas The corpses were so burned as to be unrecognizable The hair and nails fell out; pottery broke without apparent cause The birds turned white After a few hours all foodstuffs were infected To escape from this fire, the soldiers threw themselves in streams To wash themselves and their equipment
Dr. Robert Oppenheimer seemed to feel the ancient poem was still relevant even in the 1940s when he quoted from it saying, "Now I am become death, destroyer of worlds".
YET ANOTHER ANCIENT POEM
The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; and that which is done is that which shall be done: and there is no new thing under the sun. Is there any thing whereof it may be said, See, this is new? it hath been already of old time, which was before us.
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Post by mitchfit on May 2, 2024 19:07:02 GMT
^^^^ will be checking into Mr. Cockburn based on your lyric posting alone. very insightful author.
a woman i knew in the past with a master's degree in history once told me that the historical records are only half of the story unless combined with a knowledge of the economic situation of that time period.
Listen to the blackbird sadly sing For you, for me Look at all the pointless suffering Humanity
I am dreaming of a garden And I see the midnight flight Of a blackbird, through my vision To the light To the light
She is standing in the doorway With the love light in her eye And she beckons me to journey Through the night Through the night
Listen to the blackbird sadly sing For you, for me Look at all the pointless suffering Humanity
To the people, who are naked As they breathe in amber haze Wandering endlessly narcotic Through the maze Through the maze
To the leaders, who are timeless As they flaunt their warlike ways Flying endlessly o'er the wasteland Seeking praise Seeking praise
Listen to the blackbird sadly sing For you, for me Look at all the pointless suffering Humanity
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Post by mitchfit on May 2, 2024 2:33:02 GMT
a few minutes later, he wondered how Jimi wrote lyrics at double speed???
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Post by mitchfit on May 2, 2024 2:19:01 GMT
many hours later he thought-
if you can about double the speed on your computer, phonograph or tape deck 3rd Stone [earth] becomes a pretty cool science fiction story also. dunno how on computer but have seen it done.
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