Let me drink from the waters where the mountain streams flood
Let the smell of wildflowers flow free through my blood
Let me sleep in your meadows with the green grassy leaves
Let me walk down the highway with my brother in peace
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground
So, I wrote some weird Mega Man-esque 8-bit sounding music a bit back and thought I would post it. Got kinda weird today and added a guitar track. I find the entire thing to be quite humorous, but the breakdown with the drum machine cracks me up the most. It’s SUPER repetitive. Enjoy!
In honor of the previous post, I thought I would throw up a performance I found of my old band doing a very tongue-in-cheek “White Boy Blues” song we wrote called “Get My Boots On (It’s So Pretty).” We purposefully tried not to get the song ‘tight’ which made it all the more fun for us to play, hence the sarcastic “it’s so pretty” you may hear every now and then. The lyrics were usually made up on the spot, I think at some point we start remarking on how the sound guy looks like Frank Zappa (he totally did), but they centered on the singer “getting his boots on” with his wife.
As you may be able to tell, my brother and I had just recently returned from a Neil Young concert.
Lead Vocals/Guitar: W. Burrow
Bass: P. Hanewinkel
Drums: S. Baker
The source of this picture is unknown to me and is not my work. I will be happy to provide proper credit where it is due.
I promise not to bother too much with my music, but as I don’t have a new notebook yet this is what I have. 🙂 As always, I despise my singing and you should too. Nonetheless, I liked the lyrics alright and I nicked some things from my favourite blues musicians that I found entertaining.
Oh Lord, I feel that I’m so upset
I’ve run out of time; can’t pay on my debts
Oh Lord, I plead just for a moment
I pray ya, dear Lord, just for some respite
Well I’m no singer, just songer
And I’m a son, not daughter, understand
I’m no prince, just a pauper
And if you want I’ll be your martyr
Oh, I’ll repent
Oh Lord, I see ’em coming up the driveway
Got a money bag in hand, gonna take all of my things
So let it be; well, I have nothing left to take
Just a song that I’mma hum; couple more that I’mma play
Dear Lord, I’m not a Job
And if you bend me I’mma fold
But if you free me of my debt
Oh, for a day I’ll be better
That I swear
Yes indeed, I will work for any wage
Gotta sign that I’mma hold; a small dog by my leg
If you see me, won’t you lend a helping hand
I’ve been down on my luck; blues is falling down like rain
Dear Lord, I might inquire
Can I sit down by your fire for spell
I will witness of your ghost for a warm meal
I suppose that’d be fair.