Posts tagged don the grados
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.
My name is Devin William Daniels. I write songs and poetry. I'm not Weird Al.
