Napoleonic blues - second song posted
February 17, 2010 7:39 PM
A song I wrote the lyrics for and worked up the melody and progression with the band. Me on ukulele, Jamie singing and on glockenspiel, Justin on guitar, Ella on cello, Tina hitting a a tin. This was recorded before Christmas, again not the most beautiful of recording quality but it gives you a sense of the band's fuller sound with the cello.
Any feedback or critique appreciated as always.
Wisdom teeth march like Hannibal, it's his ivory against my enamel,
Arms rest in Napoleonic blues, they're Prussian or cobalt with nothing left to lose,
And your fingers are all industrial/military: in complex gestures that reach out to me.
And your complex gestures reach out to me, and your obscene intent won't defeat me. And your complex gestures rush to greet me, your obscene intentions will not unseat me.
Where do we go to? March up that hill. What do we see here? March up that hill son. Where is my home? March up that hill son. What are we doing here? Just march up that hill.
Wisdom teeth still march like Hannibal, his ivory pressed against my enamel...
etc etc
Wisdom teeth march like Hannibal, it's his ivory against my enamel,
Arms rest in Napoleonic blues, they're Prussian or cobalt with nothing left to lose,
And your fingers are all industrial/military: in complex gestures that reach out to me.
And your complex gestures reach out to me, and your obscene intent won't defeat me. And your complex gestures rush to greet me, your obscene intentions will not unseat me.
Where do we go to? March up that hill. What do we see here? March up that hill son. Where is my home? March up that hill son. What are we doing here? Just march up that hill.
Wisdom teeth still march like Hannibal, his ivory pressed against my enamel...
etc etc
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This is good stuff!
posted by snsranch at 4:57 PM on February 19, 2010