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As you know, I've been trying to write lyrics away from the studio, which is something I've struggled with for a while. I'm getting better, though - Me and The Morning and Fallen Down were both written before the music, and I'm quite pleased with both of them. This time I thought I'd try something that lends itself particularly well to blurring the poetry/music divide: the folk ballad.
|Wanna buy some mandies, Bob?|
So here it is, my attempt at an early Bob Dylan-type ballad. I wanted to tell some kind of a story, but couldn't really think of anything that grabbed me. In the meantime, I played around with the all-important first line. Once I'd got that, the story (or rather the situation of an old man waiting for a lift - literally) presented itself readily.
Recorded in one take, with the vocals through a Rode NTK and the guitar through an SM57 - it doesn't sound half bad, especially when you consider the strings are the self-same strings I boiled for Track 6!