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Graeme, who wrote most of the lyrics and the melodies for the first AmokOpera project, was over from Spain last week. He brought 11 songs for a new rock opera "Celebrity Torture" and we set about recording the basic melodies.
This was a song where he had no ideas for melodies but thought it might be a bit like Ace of Spades (!) so working from scratch we came up with this on Sunday.
Tracked in GB and tweaked in Logic.
All a bit of a rough mix at the moment.
Comments and suggestions welcome.
Garageband, Logic Pro, iMac, Strat, Boss GT8
Graeme sings this. A lot of the weird effects are simply too much reverb :) (although there are those who say you can never have too much reverb)
It's a rant from a pop star's manager.The idea is that this is the "star's" manager. He gets more excited as the song goes on and there's no let up as he won't even let a chorus get in the way of his rants :)
Cheers
Dick
This was a song where he had no ideas for melodies but thought it might be a bit like Ace of Spades (!) so working from scratch we came up with this on Sunday.
Tracked in GB and tweaked in Logic.
All a bit of a rough mix at the moment.
Comments and suggestions welcome.
Garageband, Logic Pro, iMac, Strat, Boss GT8
Graeme sings this. A lot of the weird effects are simply too much reverb :) (although there are those who say you can never have too much reverb)
It's a rant from a pop star's manager.The idea is that this is the "star's" manager. He gets more excited as the song goes on and there's no let up as he won't even let a chorus get in the way of his rants :)
Cheers
Dick
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Lyrics
The Sausage Factory of Fame © 2008 Graeme Hobbs
I know it's hard to believe
That you're living your dream
As we open the doors
And we welcome you in
Forget everything, forget all you knew
It's out with the old and in with the new
As we shape you and mould you
As if you were clay
It's part of the process
The games that we play
As we teach you to sing, and teach you to breathe
What you should write and what you should read
You're eager to learn, you're eager to please
Just do what you're told, stay down on your kness
All of the laughter and all of the tears
All that you've wanted for all of these of these years
Those steps that we taught you, you'll dance to our our tune
on everyone's box in each living room
The roar of the greasepaint, the smell of the crowd
Your parents are beaming and feeling so proud
The investment we made, well it's time to collect
This was not out of kindness, what did you expect?
You're just a showbiz monkey you'll do what you're told
And like any slave you were born to be sold
A painted puppet and we pull the strings
And it's not really over til the fat lady sings
An album and tour and shows all lined up
We're controlling your life, and we're taking a cut
You're working the treadmill just like any good pet
We'll make you or break you so don't you forget
There's no time to rest , this is no time to stop
We've got to strike now while the iron is still hot
So we'll brand you and mark you just like any product
And when you wake from this dream you'll know you've been fucked
The public will eat you till they tire of your taste
Then we'll drop you and leave you and that is your fate
You're nothing special, lots more fish in the sea
Hungry for fame and just waiting for me
So turn on the lights, please give a big hand
Wish 'em good luck and strike up the band
One size fits all, you can wear the same clothes
We proudly present Food For The Crows
And the best of it is, we never close
I know it's hard to believe
That you're living your dream
As we open the doors
And we welcome you in
Forget everything, forget all you knew
It's out with the old and in with the new
As we shape you and mould you
As if you were clay
It's part of the process
The games that we play
As we teach you to sing, and teach you to breathe
What you should write and what you should read
You're eager to learn, you're eager to please
Just do what you're told, stay down on your kness
All of the laughter and all of the tears
All that you've wanted for all of these of these years
Those steps that we taught you, you'll dance to our our tune
on everyone's box in each living room
The roar of the greasepaint, the smell of the crowd
Your parents are beaming and feeling so proud
The investment we made, well it's time to collect
This was not out of kindness, what did you expect?
You're just a showbiz monkey you'll do what you're told
And like any slave you were born to be sold
A painted puppet and we pull the strings
And it's not really over til the fat lady sings
An album and tour and shows all lined up
We're controlling your life, and we're taking a cut
You're working the treadmill just like any good pet
We'll make you or break you so don't you forget
There's no time to rest , this is no time to stop
We've got to strike now while the iron is still hot
So we'll brand you and mark you just like any product
And when you wake from this dream you'll know you've been fucked
The public will eat you till they tire of your taste
Then we'll drop you and leave you and that is your fate
You're nothing special, lots more fish in the sea
Hungry for fame and just waiting for me
So turn on the lights, please give a big hand
Wish 'em good luck and strike up the band
One size fits all, you can wear the same clothes
We proudly present Food For The Crows
And the best of it is, we never close
dirigent
What a great song, enjoyed the witty concept :-)