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From the "Help The Moron!" Album
This is a bit of a Parody...
me and my brother John (lead part), Mike_D on DOD drums
midi bass line is a rip-off of some of "Taxman" and "Drive My Car"
This is a bit of a Parody...
me and my brother John (lead part), Mike_D on DOD drums
midi bass line is a rip-off of some of "Taxman" and "Drive My Car"
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Lyrics
"Ascent of a Tree"
Well my baby,
She won't come see me no more
And just lately,
I ain't gettin' too sore
Thought of tradin' in,
But I can't do any more
Here I am with my dress suit on...
Hand in hand, all ill feelings gone
Must have been some disconnection
Or was it my obsession
Should I stay here awaitin’
Under the old oak tree
Well, my Sister
Don't bring me flowers no more
And my brothers
They ain't callin' for sure
Thought of tradin' in,
But I can't do any more
Here I am with my dress suit on...
Hand in hand, all ill feelings gone
Did I breed dissociation
Or was it my inflection
I should just go back to drinkin’ in
The shade of this old oak tree
All my family,
Looking down at me that day
And all my friends,
Couldn’t wait to get away
Thought of tradin' in,
But I can't do any more
Here I am with my dress suit on...
Hand in hand, all ill feelings gone
Could have been more instrumental
Now I'm feeling Transcendental
So here I lie looking up
At the ass end of a tree
© 2006 Harold R. Luper
Well my baby,
She won't come see me no more
And just lately,
I ain't gettin' too sore
Thought of tradin' in,
But I can't do any more
Here I am with my dress suit on...
Hand in hand, all ill feelings gone
Must have been some disconnection
Or was it my obsession
Should I stay here awaitin’
Under the old oak tree
Well, my Sister
Don't bring me flowers no more
And my brothers
They ain't callin' for sure
Thought of tradin' in,
But I can't do any more
Here I am with my dress suit on...
Hand in hand, all ill feelings gone
Did I breed dissociation
Or was it my inflection
I should just go back to drinkin’ in
The shade of this old oak tree
All my family,
Looking down at me that day
And all my friends,
Couldn’t wait to get away
Thought of tradin' in,
But I can't do any more
Here I am with my dress suit on...
Hand in hand, all ill feelings gone
Could have been more instrumental
Now I'm feeling Transcendental
So here I lie looking up
At the ass end of a tree
© 2006 Harold R. Luper
mike_d
Is that guitar solo new?? I don't remember hearing that before- but then again I don't remember so good :P
Sounds great!