Gomorrah/My Troubles Are As Nothing Compared To Yours - 030215

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Well, I know I said I'd think about doing some vocals today. Well, I did think about it. Most of last night, in fact. I found looking myself for reasons (or excuses) not to sing today. And I found plenty of silly, trivial, moody reasons. But when I woke up this morning, I found the best reason of all - incipient manflu. So, no singing to day, just Lemsip...;-).

But I decided to use the time to do some work on lyrics and vocal nonsense. Over the last while I have been keeping notes of random phrases that have popped into my head, for use either as proper lyrics, or as words I can dub-up. In the latter category, I have material for six tracks, to which I will probably add material improvised while tracking. All good fun, no doubt...

But I also found time to write two sets of lyrics. And here they are...

 

GOMORRAH

 

 

Baby's going back to Gomorrah

 

She's leaving on the morning train

 

I'll take her to the station tomorrah

 

I wonder will I see her again?

 

 

Baby's going back to Gomorrah

 

Big city by a  different name

 

She's going back to where she came from

 

I wonder will I see her again?

 

 

(c)2015 Daniel Prendiville

 

 

MY TROUBLES ARE AS NOTHING COMPARED TO YOURS

 

 

Well my clothes are worn but the troubles I got

 

Are nothing compared to yours

 

And I feel forlorn but the troubles I got

 

Are nothing compared to yours

 

And my car won't start but the troubles I got

 

Are nothing compared to yours

 

I've a broken heart but the troubles I got

 

Are nothing compared to yours

 

 

Well the sky is grey but the troubles I got

 

Are nothing compared to yours

 

And it rains all day but the troubles I got

 

Are nothing compared to yours

 

And my muscles strain but the troubles I got

 

Are nothing compared to yours

 

But I feel no pain so the troubles I got

 

Are nothing compared to yours

 

 

And I feel the cold but the troubles I got

 

Are nothing compared to yours

 

And I'm getting old but the troubles I got

 

Are nothing compared to yours

 

And I struggle and strive but the troubles I got

 

Are nothing compared to yours

 

But I'm still alive so the troubles I got

 

Are nothing compared to yours

 

 

(c) 2015 Daniel Prendiville

 

 

I need to tidy out the arrangement for ...TROUBLES a bit, but nothing a bit of "editage" won't sort.

 

Real world intervenes tomorrow. Can't be having fun all the day, can I...?;-).

 

Regards,

 

 

 

djp