This is the first tune I recorded at Flaming Jangle Studios, in the dining room before the spare room was converted to a studio space. It's been a while since I took guitars seriously, been trying to get my chops back. I've also been recording through some new outboard gear, which has allowed me to pre-EQ and compress on the way in. It's made a massive difference to the sound and the song mostly mixed itself from there.
In the wee hours of the night-time sun here in The Western Isles of ScotIand, I like to flatter myself that it sounds like something Talking Heads or Peter Gabriel might do. The subject matter is so edgy it should only be handled wearing oven gloves and a kevlar stab vest. Mind yourselves there!
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everyone does anyway
taking the low road
tightening their go hold
to hide in the corner with inserts in colour
shocking the money-monkey
living with boredom
idling on an indolent slump in grey
when "will you or won't you?" is the question of your day
if you're up and it's dawn and you haven't got a lot to do
slip in the breeze and chop up your morning wood
instinct - it knows it's at the pantry door
(afternoon) - climb in the lift we go
(lazy afternoon) - down down a peg or two
(this afternoon) - over your rolling stones
it doesn't matter though