DAY TWO-HUNDRED AND TWENTY-ONE
Good-evening my dear friend…
Oh Boy… I am once again tour-ridden, but this time, I am completely without computer to post or record, though I tried before I left to track down means of doing it more remotely, I settled on simply waiting to post and record when I can. LIFE!
This is a song I did with Guy Capecelatro for yet another one of his great RPM projects like I did with him last year. (RPM is a yearly project that many musicians take part in all over the world. You must write and record all new material through the month of February. You can submit it online where people can hear it.) The subject was Murder Ballads, and this was my personal contribution to the 10-track album we did together. I have been so busy getting ready for tour and finishing up more last minute movie stuff, that I ended up finishing 8 arrangements for 8 different murder songs the night before I left for tour. I will post those songs up soon…
Today, I’m treating you to a very demo-like version of Worm. I wanted to write a murder ballad from the point of view of a worm living inside of a corpse who had been murdered…. and so you will hear the story unfold. You will hear the cello part sounds a bit like The Easy Way from last winter in the 365 – completely unintentional. I recorded the cello and vocals at Anna Vogelzang’s house while in Madison. The vocals, I would like to say, came out surprisingly well – I’m very happy with them!
I sent the cello track and the main vocal to Guy in Portsmouth, Maine, who worked his weird magics with them, adding some sound samples and beautiful harmony vocals. This is unmixed, but you get the dirty, gruesome, murderous idea… right?
Worm
I will crawl inside this brain on fire Until her heart will beat no longer A careful host a bride to be, a willing soul, a home for me I saw his hand a massive thing Arrange her hair with gold and string Her body limp but still with grace He raised her up to meet his face I will see you in my sleep This secret buried deep Stained my shoes with kind relief Take this my love, my bride, my sweet Buried deep within a tomb Her pretty face he did exhume And here I am upon my host She loves me best, she loves me whole I’ve cared for her much more than he For years and years he’s lost at sea His secret slaughter cracked and blistered With body gone, the mind has festered I will see you in sleep This secret buried deep Stained my shoes with kind relief Take this my love, my bride, my sweet Returned from freedoms’s choking grasp The memory relived at last But here am I, she waits with me She is my love, my bride to be I will see you in sleep This secret buried deep Stained my shoes with kind relief Take this my love, my bride, my sweet
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