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Ha ha...Don’t ask! I just write down whatever my Muse tells me to...
Please note that the Violin parts in the mid-section were played on my Epiphone Dot Studio Guitar, which I ran through the “Boldt 24 Pack Violin” setting, via the SONUUS G2M Universal Guitar To MIDI Converter.
The SONUUS is an inexpensive and easy to use device. The only drawback is that there is a latency problem, which necessitates the thorough editing of the track once it’s recorded.
The Band:
Calchas: Lyrics, Vox, Acoustic and Electric Guitars, Bass, and Effects.
Andy Mackle: Drums and Percussion. (Thanks bro!)
The painting is “Napoleon and the Sphinx,” by Jean Gerome, 1862.
Please note that the Violin parts in the mid-section were played on my Epiphone Dot Studio Guitar, which I ran through the “Boldt 24 Pack Violin” setting, via the SONUUS G2M Universal Guitar To MIDI Converter.
The SONUUS is an inexpensive and easy to use device. The only drawback is that there is a latency problem, which necessitates the thorough editing of the track once it’s recorded.
The Band:
Calchas: Lyrics, Vox, Acoustic and Electric Guitars, Bass, and Effects.
Andy Mackle: Drums and Percussion. (Thanks bro!)
The painting is “Napoleon and the Sphinx,” by Jean Gerome, 1862.
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Lyrics
SPHINX
I.
Proud and aloof on the desert floor;
for 50,000 years, maybe more;
a sign for all who seek out
the riddle of our being,
and the origin of our wandering souls.
II.
Empires rise, and fall back into dust.
The artifacts of our tenancy
decay, and they rust.
Well the Sphinx he sees it all,
...his vision so powerful;
perceiving the seed concealed
within the husk.
BRIDGE:
He gazes from the stillpoint of the Real;
as we ride the downward arc of Karma’s wheel.
Well we’re reaping what we’ve sown,
ground under the weight of our own heels.
How does it feel?
III.
His expression so serene, and yet so stern.
Well the world, it cracks and crumbles like a broken urn.
The denizen’s of death destroy
the few shards that are left,
in the levelling
for which their blind hearts yearn.
IV.
In the deep and silent stillness, comes his call.
His voice, it echoes down time’s hoary halls.
My body they may burn,
but my soul, it will live on, until
to this bloody sphere I do return.
He stands proud against the sky,
and with a twinkle in his eye;
he watches and he waits
for us to learn...
I.
Proud and aloof on the desert floor;
for 50,000 years, maybe more;
a sign for all who seek out
the riddle of our being,
and the origin of our wandering souls.
II.
Empires rise, and fall back into dust.
The artifacts of our tenancy
decay, and they rust.
Well the Sphinx he sees it all,
...his vision so powerful;
perceiving the seed concealed
within the husk.
BRIDGE:
He gazes from the stillpoint of the Real;
as we ride the downward arc of Karma’s wheel.
Well we’re reaping what we’ve sown,
ground under the weight of our own heels.
How does it feel?
III.
His expression so serene, and yet so stern.
Well the world, it cracks and crumbles like a broken urn.
The denizen’s of death destroy
the few shards that are left,
in the levelling
for which their blind hearts yearn.
IV.
In the deep and silent stillness, comes his call.
His voice, it echoes down time’s hoary halls.
My body they may burn,
but my soul, it will live on, until
to this bloody sphere I do return.
He stands proud against the sky,
and with a twinkle in his eye;
he watches and he waits
for us to learn...
Henke
But why not? This turned out great. Good lyrics, singing, playing and mixing, as far as I can hear. Take care.
/Henke