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This is another Celebrity Torture song.
Graeme Hobbs wrote the lyrics and the melody but when we recorded it I used a uke that was not in concert and I couldn't use the track :-(
Anyway this is my version. It's a bit of a rough mix at the moment but I'm sure you guys will point me in the right direction
The vocal and guitar were a one mic one take job as I simply couldn't do them separately for some reason and it's led to a noisy take.
Ever since I first heard one of Paul's piano pieces I've wanted to find something of mine he could play on and finally I think I've found it but I feel a little bad about this as I asked him to dumb down his playing and go against all his training to play a very sparse part and not be too precise. He also had to deal with my liberal interpretation of rubato. So apologies to Paul for dragging him down to my level and many thanks :)
Rebsie sings backing vocals and despite going down with a bad cold she did an excellent job.
Many thanks to Paul and Rebsie for this
Dimwitted © Graeme Hobbs 2008
You like to think your s*** don't stink
But I'm here to tell you different
You're living in another world
Populated by self importance
You like to think this is forever
Like to think you'll be remembered
Just passing through, this world
Gone and soon to be forgotten
Your skin and bone and nicotine
A home from home for legend making
Your catatonic state, you've found your true soul mate
Maybe it's not too late to end a loser
Rushed into casualty, a near fatality
To remind you of your mortality
I'm dimwitted and you're dimwitted and
we're all dimwitted if we think you're important
You look a mess, must be the stress
Must be all that easy living
Be leaving here, very soon
Working on your self destruction
Did you think this was forever
Do you really think you'll be remembered?
Just passing through, this world
Gone and soon to be forgotten
Were you really blessed, were we so obsessed?
You're hounded by the press, your life's just one big mess
You're not invincible, or irreplaceable
If the truth be told, you're just disposable
You're heading for the slab, your title's there to grab
Tabloid pages in a body bag
I'm dimwitted and you're dimwitted and
we're all dimwitted if we think you're important
Cheers
Dick
Graeme Hobbs wrote the lyrics and the melody but when we recorded it I used a uke that was not in concert and I couldn't use the track :-(
Anyway this is my version. It's a bit of a rough mix at the moment but I'm sure you guys will point me in the right direction
The vocal and guitar were a one mic one take job as I simply couldn't do them separately for some reason and it's led to a noisy take.
Ever since I first heard one of Paul's piano pieces I've wanted to find something of mine he could play on and finally I think I've found it but I feel a little bad about this as I asked him to dumb down his playing and go against all his training to play a very sparse part and not be too precise. He also had to deal with my liberal interpretation of rubato. So apologies to Paul for dragging him down to my level and many thanks :)
Rebsie sings backing vocals and despite going down with a bad cold she did an excellent job.
Many thanks to Paul and Rebsie for this
Dimwitted © Graeme Hobbs 2008
You like to think your s*** don't stink
But I'm here to tell you different
You're living in another world
Populated by self importance
You like to think this is forever
Like to think you'll be remembered
Just passing through, this world
Gone and soon to be forgotten
Your skin and bone and nicotine
A home from home for legend making
Your catatonic state, you've found your true soul mate
Maybe it's not too late to end a loser
Rushed into casualty, a near fatality
To remind you of your mortality
I'm dimwitted and you're dimwitted and
we're all dimwitted if we think you're important
You look a mess, must be the stress
Must be all that easy living
Be leaving here, very soon
Working on your self destruction
Did you think this was forever
Do you really think you'll be remembered?
Just passing through, this world
Gone and soon to be forgotten
Were you really blessed, were we so obsessed?
You're hounded by the press, your life's just one big mess
You're not invincible, or irreplaceable
If the truth be told, you're just disposable
You're heading for the slab, your title's there to grab
Tabloid pages in a body bag
I'm dimwitted and you're dimwitted and
we're all dimwitted if we think you're important
Cheers
Dick
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egobandit
Just great thanks!