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I kind of see this as a "last" song for FAWM2019. There may be others, I write everyday, just say'in, and etc.; otherwise, "officially" disIsit 😀
- Native American Flute (NAF), Cedar Key A (used in initial accent note)
- Native American Doubled/Drone Flute, Light Walnut Key C (used early in mix, don't confuse it with "guitar", - ghostly and beautiful hi-Hz accent, not guitar, not organ, etc. - NAF wooden, doubled flute)
- 12 Str Acouctic
- Precision Fretless Bass
- Hamer Elec, Single P-90, Very Large Dog Ear Bridge PUP 😝
I note this since was built from an acoustic one-take, chopped out of and open mic, then overdubbed. No software, manipulated straight dry tracks with slight add'l echo but in "open" spots, -not a wholesale echo it all and done application.
This like the prior here were all experimental and unknown as to how may come out. There is a theme in all of it Lyric and Sound; and I would say it is an Apocalyptic Reflection of the Current Period we live in, - in the present.
And, if I ever wrote "holiday" music 😝 well, then this is my "Easter Song".
As always, all of these are fully open to comment-feedback, - assuredly, you can't "hurt" my feelings, like'em or not, so, derUgo 😝
When nobody knows,
When nobody knows… ... your name
And everyday looks…, looks the same
It's time to check…, check your game
Nobody wins if especially the in... sane
There’s an impression of You, left on my life
There’s a nick on my need, You left on my rife
There’s a prick on my finger where I touched You while here…
Nice, I don't need… …, black hole filler
The price, to bleed..., a snack life killer
Never asked twice, for a fight, love ..., or, just, a weed puller
At the back door..., I looked over the yard
Under a morning moon, there on guard
A Pregnant Dove..., this Christ’s day..., sitting, watching, watching me stay
I look for the signs
I look for mans mines…
I look for all kinds, none of fine wine…
[There’s a] This is the, new, fear
[There’s a] This is the, new, tare
This is the new year, new get away fare
So with new carnival,
And new prize value
A new net net, to capture eternal
Now fly away Dove
Be bold, drop Your Love
Take me with You up, so far above
There's an impression we leave...
There's a nick in ones need …
There's a prick in our fingers, where we touch... what we feed...
(c) 2019 ustaknow (alias)