Posts tagged The Hourglass Orchestra
Quick demo of a new song called “Don the Grados.” I’d like to somehow record strings (and some classical sounding piano) for the verses. For the instrumental coda, imagine it being longer with extensive lead guitar work (and intense drumming). You can download this track, and all of my music, at my Bandcamp (http://thehourglassorchestra.bandcamp.com/track/don-the-grados). This track is the first being attributed to Songs Without Drums, an ever-expanding “album” of solo-recorded demo tracks up for free download (all my stuff is free but not even allowing for pay option with these things since they’re just demos). Please give it a listen and share with me your thoughts. Lyrics below:
You hang so low,
Your pocket squares
are just obscene.
They make me want to
Cut you down.
Help yourself to one
Or to a chair.
I have two tables,
But none are here.
The men don the grey suits
Here on Broadway.
March them through the rain
The Frenchmen strain
To hear the flies
Who drop in vain.
They had to die;
I suppose they did.
I saw the devil once,
He waltzed in grey
And walked the praying
Fields for the day.
He makes me want to
Cut you down.
“Orwell Plaza”
A near-final version of what’s probably my favorite song on the upcoming Hourglass Orchestra album, The Silent Era.
“Mourning Doves”
This song was thrown together piece by piece as I went along, but I rather like how it turned out, and it’ll be one of the tracks on The Silent Era when it comes out.
“Moscow 64”
Improvised guitar on tape. Should sound good with drums. Probably no vocals, maybe some talking samples.
Words, words, words, words; there are no words.
Words like poison arrows.
Draw Your Guns
[Music here.]
Draw your guns,
Look the sun in the eye
And fire; it’s warm.
Dust and spurs...
Brilliant colors, shades of brown
And black and red.
Old guitar
Struck too soon: time to die.
A final request,
“What say you?
It’s high noon and I
Have never felt so low.”
Take me... Take me...
Are we not alive? Are we not alive?
Take me... Please me...
Are we not alive? The sun’s condemned to die
by means of your revolver.
I just wanted a drink
And shade from the moon.
Draw your guns,
Everyone! is waiting
For one of us to fall.
Draw your guns!
Maid of honor’s playing cards;
The joker’s feeling wild.
Take me... Take me...
Are we not alive? Are we not alive?
Take me... Take me...
Am I a human being? Am I a human being?
Lonely heart,
Bullets keep you company;
They whisper in the air.
Take me... Take me...
Are we not alive? Are we not alive?
Take me... Take me...
Am I a human being? Am I a human being?
Take me... Take me...
I’m shaking it’s so cold. Away from dust and steel.
Take me... Take me...
Away from here...
