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'Vacant Lot' Unfinished Home Studio Demo (Guide Vocal Only) - Recorded 17th May 1998 Gregorian
Joining me (Guide Vocal / Acoustic Guitar / Drum Programming) are:
Bass-Martin Hynes, Electric Guitar-Scott Wheatley, Drums-Roland (The Drum Machine!)
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(Chords and Lyrics)
© Project Freeman Music
(29th March - 1st April 1998 Gregorian)
Can you see the world
Your world, my world
Through another’s eyes?
From another land
Big land, wide land
On the other side
He sees what we see
But really, in glory
In all it’s wondrous worth
Crazy as the moon
Sundays, half days
When our world shuts down
Marmite on our tongues
Football, round ball
Church bells on the air
"Mustn’t grumble eh"
Milkman, postman
Two more beans on toast
Making hay in June
Stingeys, dock leaves
Down a country lane
On a seaside pier
O/S, oh yes
Coloured detailed lyes
Watch the free T.V.
Breath air, oh yeah
Standing on a hill
Concerts in a field
Hedgerows, stone walls
Christmas cracker cake
Double decker bus
Post box, phone box
Red like autumns leaves
Seasons come and go
Cream teas, scuffed knees
Jam and buttered scones
You could do the same
His world, their world
Through your outside eyes
It’s no national thing
Don’t care, anywhere
They’re taking it all for granted
Look here, cold beer
We’re taking it all for granted
Look there, everywhere
Their taking it all for granted
Taking it all for granted
Taking it all for granted
Taking it all for granted
Never got around to finishing the vocals on this one, so there are no harmonies and it's just a guide vocal, but as my aim is to get demos of all my songs on line this will do for now.
A poem put to music, this one was inspired by reading 'Notes From A Small Island' by Bill Bryson
As an American experiencing Great Britain through his travels, I liked the way he celebrated the uniqueness of 'the small island' and the things that he found that made it different to everywhere else. I've often felt the same when exploring new places and strange new foreign lands, and often the people there are just used to it so they take it for granted, and maybe after a while they forget to appreciate the things they used to love...
Perhaps we all have a tendancy to do that, wherever we're from and wherever we are. So it's good to travel, go away and come back and maybe see things like an outsider again?
I could have used a lot more references to Britain, but the ones in this song are some that BB used in his book plus a few of my own. If you were going to write about where YOU are from, what would you list in your poem?
(P.S. - note to the UK tourism people - you really should make more of your unique "real ale" beer when promoting the island to travelers!)
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© Project Freeman Music (1998 Gregorian)