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Song Information:

B&Massa (vocal/writer), Sp3ccylad (fat drum magic) & Maggie Osterberg (guitarist/producer)

Originally there was this guy with a crap voice and a guitar in bad need of new strings (me) who wrote this song.

On hearing it Maggs said, "Can I give it the band treatment?"

"Sure," I replied and duly despatched the band file. From here, somehow Sp3ccylad got a hold of it (it's a long story and makes no difference how, just glad he did) and suddenly there's a fat groove all over the song like brown on chocolate, Maggie's searing guitar with hot chile sauce and Sp3ccy's amazing voice as a guide track for [i][u]me[/u][/i]. (I tell you, I know how unworthy I am of that honour!)

From here Maggie picks up the baton again and cajoles, advises, encourages and demands better and better vocal takes from me. It's a sort of pygmalian experience. I feel like I've been groomed. It was worth every second, every take, every fluff and retake - this isn't me, I'm not this good, this is some bodysnatcher come into my throat and playing my chords like... well, not like me, anyway.

Thanks Maggie and Sp3ccy - I was deaf and now I hear!

BTW, I wanted to call this online band "The Orson Welles" (I like the name and it's a wordplay on wells, springs of life-giving stuff, plus Orson was a fat beater :D ) and give it it's own jamroom, but Maggs insisted it should be here, so the "label" credit is at least a homage to the name.

Ladies and Gentlemen, big it up for The Orson Welles!


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Song Lyrics:

In a darkened room with muffled sounds
escape into your head
while there's hope there's life
In life there's struggle
in struggle there is reason.

In a chilly room with curtains drawn
balled-up beneath the covers
no-one can touch you
no-one can reach you
in hiding there is freedom.

And walking through the cold cold night
blinded by the stars so bright
I rise above the wind and cold
yet wishing i would not grow old.

In a darkened wood with spooky trees
escape into your dread
while you face the choices
uged by inner voices
in dying there's no meaning.

while you face the choices
uged by inner voices
in dying there's no meaning.

in dying there's no meaning.