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I came down with a wondrous illness inexplicably stole my voice.
After a week, my voice returned, so I captured the unique vibrato in this new song.
The song's rhetorical lyrics are actually something I asked myself recently:
What would I have been like had I not followed the path I had?
Wealthy? Famous? Dead?
I was going for with it was an old Western feel. A ghostly drifter, in search of something distant.
I enjoyed recording it and tried some new techniques. I hope you enjoy it!
After a week, my voice returned, so I captured the unique vibrato in this new song.
The song's rhetorical lyrics are actually something I asked myself recently:
What would I have been like had I not followed the path I had?
Wealthy? Famous? Dead?
I was going for with it was an old Western feel. A ghostly drifter, in search of something distant.
I enjoyed recording it and tried some new techniques. I hope you enjoy it!
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Lyrics
What You Would be Like
Do you ever wonder what you would be like,
If we'd never met on that blistery night?
A potful of gold?
The world's adoration, baby?
Tell me my dear, what you'd be like.
Do you ever stay up all through the night,
Questioning answers that were never quite right?
A pocketful of roses?
The worlds adulation, baby?
Tell me my dear, what you'd be like.
Well the sky gives permission to view the Milky Way
When I try to reason, you run away
Do you ever wonder where shadows sleep?
Inside our skin where they kill our sheep.
A plot full of bones?
The world's adoration, baby?
Tell me my dear, what you'd be like?
A plot full of bones?
The world's adulation, baby?
Tell me my dear, what you'd be like?
...
2009 M&BtB
Do you ever wonder what you would be like,
If we'd never met on that blistery night?
A potful of gold?
The world's adoration, baby?
Tell me my dear, what you'd be like.
Do you ever stay up all through the night,
Questioning answers that were never quite right?
A pocketful of roses?
The worlds adulation, baby?
Tell me my dear, what you'd be like.
Well the sky gives permission to view the Milky Way
When I try to reason, you run away
Do you ever wonder where shadows sleep?
Inside our skin where they kill our sheep.
A plot full of bones?
The world's adoration, baby?
Tell me my dear, what you'd be like?
A plot full of bones?
The world's adulation, baby?
Tell me my dear, what you'd be like?
...
2009 M&BtB
DarkPlanet
Good moments to capture, dark brooding, unusual for you, great submission, I like mandolin type solo...