Another song from when I was younger. I used to play this years ago and I just heard it on the radio recently.
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Lyrics:
Sundown in the Paris of the prairies
Wheat kings have all their treasures buried
And all you hear are the rusty breezes
Pushing around the weathervane Jesus
In his Zippo lighter he sees the killer's face
Maybe it's someone standing in the killers place
Twenty years for nothing, well that's nothing new, besides
No one's interested in something you didn't do
Wheat kings and pretty things,
Let's just see what the morning brings
There's a dream he dreams where the high school is dead and stark
It's a museum and we're all locked up in it after dark
Where the walls are lined all yellow, grey and sinister
Hung with pictures of our parents' Prime Ministers
Wheat kings and pretty things
Wait and see what tomorrow brings
Late breaking story on the CBC
A nation whispers, "We always knew that he'd go free"
They add, "You can't be fond of living in the past
Cause if you are then there's no way that you're gonna last"
Wheat Kings and pretty things
Let's just see what tomorrow brings
Wheat Kings and pretty things
Ah that's what tomorrow brings
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Audio:
Vocal & Guitar Microphone - SM7B & Rode M5's
Interface - Focusrite Scarlett 18i8
DAW Software - Mixcraft Pro Studio 8
Video:
Camera - Canon 6D Mark II
Lens - Canon EF 50mm f/1.8
Editing Software - Adobe Premiere Elements 15
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5 окт 2024
