lew_1987
08/14/07, 08:54 AM
Ok, this is the first original song i've recorded with me on guitar and vocals, here's a few notes:
1. i did the guitar in one take
2. the main vocals was only the second take
3. the recording quality isnt good anyway
4. my voice sucks today, and i know it. i was sort of improvising on some bits too.
5. i'm not asking you to critique my guitar playing, singing, or mixing, i'm going to re-record this song better in the future. i only recorded it so i didnt forget all the melodies and ideas i had in my head. i'm just asking that you listen to the song, and tell me how good you think it is as a song, ie. how good my songwriting skills are, how good the melodies are etc.
6. you can comment on the lyrics if you wish, although i probably won't change them much, if at all. i would still appreciate your opinions however.
7. enough with these notes/excuses, download it here:
http://sharebee.com/1c54aeb9 (http://sharebee.com/1c54aeb9)
Thanks.
I kept all of my old magazines,
Even though I know I’ll never read them.
I kept all of these old phone numbers,
Even though I know I’ll never need them.
The summer used to be a haven;
A chance to get away.
We’ve buried memories of needing nothing more
Than the view from the classroom window.
“Chin up; you’re above them all.”
Instead I wince with every move that I make.
At least I’m working for something better;
I hope…
I can only hope.
The summer used to be a haven;
A chance to get away.
I’ll salvage memories of needing nothing more
Than the view from my bedroom window.
The wonders of this world are no longer enough:
They’ll smoke their cigarettes,
And they’ll drink their drinks.
But we’ll always have ourselves.
That’s all I need.
(At least until I feel this way again…
Feel this way again.)
I kept all of these old phone numbers,
Even though I know I’ll never need them.
The summer used to be a haven;
A chance to get away.
We’ve buried memories of needing nothing more
Than the view from the classroom window.
The classroom window.
Than the view from the classroom window.
The summer used to be a haven;
A chance to get away.
I’ll salvage memories of needing nothing more
Than the view from my bedroom window.
My bedroom window.
Than the view from my bedroom window.
1. i did the guitar in one take
2. the main vocals was only the second take
3. the recording quality isnt good anyway
4. my voice sucks today, and i know it. i was sort of improvising on some bits too.
5. i'm not asking you to critique my guitar playing, singing, or mixing, i'm going to re-record this song better in the future. i only recorded it so i didnt forget all the melodies and ideas i had in my head. i'm just asking that you listen to the song, and tell me how good you think it is as a song, ie. how good my songwriting skills are, how good the melodies are etc.
6. you can comment on the lyrics if you wish, although i probably won't change them much, if at all. i would still appreciate your opinions however.
7. enough with these notes/excuses, download it here:
http://sharebee.com/1c54aeb9 (http://sharebee.com/1c54aeb9)
Thanks.
I kept all of my old magazines,
Even though I know I’ll never read them.
I kept all of these old phone numbers,
Even though I know I’ll never need them.
The summer used to be a haven;
A chance to get away.
We’ve buried memories of needing nothing more
Than the view from the classroom window.
“Chin up; you’re above them all.”
Instead I wince with every move that I make.
At least I’m working for something better;
I hope…
I can only hope.
The summer used to be a haven;
A chance to get away.
I’ll salvage memories of needing nothing more
Than the view from my bedroom window.
The wonders of this world are no longer enough:
They’ll smoke their cigarettes,
And they’ll drink their drinks.
But we’ll always have ourselves.
That’s all I need.
(At least until I feel this way again…
Feel this way again.)
I kept all of these old phone numbers,
Even though I know I’ll never need them.
The summer used to be a haven;
A chance to get away.
We’ve buried memories of needing nothing more
Than the view from the classroom window.
The classroom window.
Than the view from the classroom window.
The summer used to be a haven;
A chance to get away.
I’ll salvage memories of needing nothing more
Than the view from my bedroom window.
My bedroom window.
Than the view from my bedroom window.