urbane blues about an all too public figure
guitarist recording album at home. Mostly instrumental rock, but I'm hoping to sing soon.
electric guitarist and hobbyist musician in the process of recording an album in my apartment with a Macintosh.
Story behind the song
a more urbane blues from me about a rather public figure who really shouldn't be running off his mouth in public :)
DAW: Cubase Studio 5.5
vocals: me through Shure mic into Presonus Inspire
final kiss off - as above, processed through NI The Mouth plug-in
rhythm guitar - Strat Highway 1 through Digitech RP-500
lead guitar - Squier Classic Vibe '62 Telecaster through RP-500
horns - Peavey Falcon/Roland GI-10 triggering Sampletank 2 XL and Steinberg Halion Player, various horn samples
bass: Squier Classic Vibe '64 Precision through NI Guitar Rig
piano: Novation Remote Compact SL triggering Halion Player piano samples
drums: Steinberg Groove Agent 3
Lyrics
You're a crybaby, I can't stand to hear you moan
You're a crybaby, I can't stand to hear you moan
Blaming others for your troubles, when the fault is all your own
Hide behind a false persona, and you say that you're so tough
Hide behind a false persona, but we all know that's a bluff
Cause when trouble comes a knocking, you cry the the world is just too rough
Spent a couple thousand dollars, on a custom blues guitar
you were under the delusion that you'd be a superstar
But now its several years later, you can't even make a dime
Your songs are trite, your lyrics bite, you can't even play in time
Caught the Greyhound bus at midnight, you just had to flee the scene
The cops are looking for you 'cause you treat your women mean
But you know they'll get you someday, and I hope you don't make bail
And a Judge and jury finally put your sorry ass in jail
So you're claiming' you're a tough guy, that your ornery and mean
Talkin' trash like you're a tough guy, hidden' 'hind a laptop screen,
but say those things to someone face to face
Guarantee your clock he'll clean
You're a crybaby, I can't stand to hear you moan,
You're a crybaby, now get off my telephone
Go crawl back under where you came from, and leave the rest of us alone!
