I posted these lyrics in the lyrics forum and they were well received so I thought I'd work them up into a song. Just a blues and I know such things aren't overly popular here, but hell, I am what I am (*), so here it is. I choose Melody # 3 for this one as I haven't used it for a couple of songs.
Just normal stuff recording-wise - the Tanglewood via a USB mic into Sonar, cars and dishwasher in the background. One take all round except for the second rhythm guitar where I kept getting my majors and minors in the wrong place and it took me about six goes!
I can hear this with piano and upright bass and a tenor sax. But in my imagination is where such things will stay
(*) That's another song!
The King of the Blueshttp://soundclick.com/share.cfm?id=13436572I was standing at the crossroads, when I saw the hearse roll by
Someone said it was the King of the Blues, somebody started to cry
Close behind came a Dixie band and the Saints went marching on
Then there were flowers and women in black and the King of the Blues was gone
The first time that I heard him, was down on Bourbon Street
In a bar so warm yet when he played his horn, he still turned up the heat
If he played for an hour or if he played all night, he always played our favourite songs
And there's something different about the city tonight now that the King of the Blues is gone
They say that the King lives on, through the music that he played
But that's a lie and I still cry for the records that he never made
For all those safe-bet boy-band record men, got all their attitudes wrong
And it's too late to record him now, for the King of the Blues is gone
Try to imagine a train in the night or a riverboat rollin' by
The sound of the breeze through the willow trees, the glory of an eagle's cry
Stop and listen to all you can, it'll be quiet before too long
You're already too late to hear the best now that the King of the Blues is gone
The lyrics as written are better than the ones I sang - my memory was imperfect, and I didn't have the words in front of me.