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right ... This is a collab. Daniel and I somehow ended up with two very similar tracks. Patrick and I put them in a blender and this is what happened. There are several MJ voices here which will remain unidentified due to possible legal action. Daniel ... you said post it ... sorry.
Score: Luna Trick/Davisamerica
Guitar: Outtaorbit
Story Line: Dr. Americus Moon
Parental Note: It is recommended turning off the room lites immediately after completing the story. This should insure a good nites rest for all.
About the Track:
This all stated with some late night bantering between Patrick, Daniel and myself about insane collaboration projects. As it turned out Daniel threw down the "waltz/polka" gauntlet and promptly forwarded his basic tracks for what is the first half of the track. I immediately sat on my hands for 2 months. Patrick played golf. Then something snapped inside of me. The second half of the track was constructed of a lot of slice and dice from an unfinished project and seemed to work. My family has always loved good stories so the narration is a straight run thru with some notes. [ I said we LIKED good stories .. not that we could actually tell them.] I would love to see the narration re done properly. We shall see.
This version is a demo.
Score: Luna Trick/Davisamerica
Guitar: Outtaorbit
Story Line: Dr. Americus Moon
Parental Note: It is recommended turning off the room lites immediately after completing the story. This should insure a good nites rest for all.
About the Track:
This all stated with some late night bantering between Patrick, Daniel and myself about insane collaboration projects. As it turned out Daniel threw down the "waltz/polka" gauntlet and promptly forwarded his basic tracks for what is the first half of the track. I immediately sat on my hands for 2 months. Patrick played golf. Then something snapped inside of me. The second half of the track was constructed of a lot of slice and dice from an unfinished project and seemed to work. My family has always loved good stories so the narration is a straight run thru with some notes. [ I said we LIKED good stories .. not that we could actually tell them.] I would love to see the narration re done properly. We shall see.
This version is a demo.
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Lyrics
This is the story about Lawrence Winslow Bigg.
Mr. Bigg was a very big man indeed in Lower Upperton.
Tonite Mr. Bigg is transversing the crowd at Blazing Bollocks Tavern and Grill
after enjoying some warm fuzzy liquid after work.
The fuzzy liquid's name tonite was "Whotisit".
Mr. Bigg had had six "Whotisits".
Mr. Bigg is walking down Winslow Lane
Towards #14 Drury Lane where he lives.
He crosses busy Pendelton Court
And travels to the other side.
See how he wavers from side to side much like a penguin?
A penguin is a group of flightless, aquatic birds living almost exclusively in the southern hemisphere.
Mr. Bigg sings to himself to break the monotony of his way home.
Watching one foot in front of the other....
Careful to avoid the cracks....
And yet now looking around Mr. Big is perplexed.
It appears he may have taken a wrong turn.
Mr. Bigg laughs to himself
Such things... at best ...not to be taken so seriously.
There ... was a ... glass shop here
There was a bakery there.... there is not now
As he stops at the last corner
A cold shiver like little ants runs up and down his spine.
Because now...
Mr. Bigg realizes ...
He has come somewhere else...
And somewhere else is beautiful.
There are lights every where....and the smell of it ..
And the taste of it in his mouth as he breathes
Feels like magic.
The most wonderful music comes from some where ... and glides overhead to someplace
Mr. Bigg cannot but stare ...with a silly grin... at the spectacle of it all.
Mr. Bigg feels like he does at # 14 Drury lane ... where Mr. Bigg is free....
And dances with lace and silk shoes.
He dances ... his feet and body catch up
And in the middle of that street he is beauty and grace.
From the corner...
Of the second shop...
A most amazing being has appeared.
They are called trolls ... they are called ogres ... they are big.
Strange hued skin ... big teeth and lop ears
And the troll looks at Lawrence Winslow Bigg
And puts two troll hands together in tribute as a tear slides down a troll cheek.
Mr. Bigg curtsies his most beautiful curtsey
And as he does so the troll shyly .. cautiously approaches... tear glistening on his cheek
And those eyes..
The two eyes of the troll and the two eyes of Mr. Winslow Bigg ... a message is imparted.. a truth is known.
The last thing Lawrence Bigg saw ... were tonsils.
Because Lawrence Bigg ... was lunch.
The moral to this story is ... sometimes even ballet won't save your life.
Mr. Bigg was a very big man indeed in Lower Upperton.
Tonite Mr. Bigg is transversing the crowd at Blazing Bollocks Tavern and Grill
after enjoying some warm fuzzy liquid after work.
The fuzzy liquid's name tonite was "Whotisit".
Mr. Bigg had had six "Whotisits".
Mr. Bigg is walking down Winslow Lane
Towards #14 Drury Lane where he lives.
He crosses busy Pendelton Court
And travels to the other side.
See how he wavers from side to side much like a penguin?
A penguin is a group of flightless, aquatic birds living almost exclusively in the southern hemisphere.
Mr. Bigg sings to himself to break the monotony of his way home.
Watching one foot in front of the other....
Careful to avoid the cracks....
And yet now looking around Mr. Big is perplexed.
It appears he may have taken a wrong turn.
Mr. Bigg laughs to himself
Such things... at best ...not to be taken so seriously.
There ... was a ... glass shop here
There was a bakery there.... there is not now
As he stops at the last corner
A cold shiver like little ants runs up and down his spine.
Because now...
Mr. Bigg realizes ...
He has come somewhere else...
And somewhere else is beautiful.
There are lights every where....and the smell of it ..
And the taste of it in his mouth as he breathes
Feels like magic.
The most wonderful music comes from some where ... and glides overhead to someplace
Mr. Bigg cannot but stare ...with a silly grin... at the spectacle of it all.
Mr. Bigg feels like he does at # 14 Drury lane ... where Mr. Bigg is free....
And dances with lace and silk shoes.
He dances ... his feet and body catch up
And in the middle of that street he is beauty and grace.
From the corner...
Of the second shop...
A most amazing being has appeared.
They are called trolls ... they are called ogres ... they are big.
Strange hued skin ... big teeth and lop ears
And the troll looks at Lawrence Winslow Bigg
And puts two troll hands together in tribute as a tear slides down a troll cheek.
Mr. Bigg curtsies his most beautiful curtsey
And as he does so the troll shyly .. cautiously approaches... tear glistening on his cheek
And those eyes..
The two eyes of the troll and the two eyes of Mr. Winslow Bigg ... a message is imparted.. a truth is known.
The last thing Lawrence Bigg saw ... were tonsils.
Because Lawrence Bigg ... was lunch.
The moral to this story is ... sometimes even ballet won't save your life.
Char
A penguin is a group...
I am speechless. Fun, yet again. Thanks.