Ibland behöver man göra nåt bara för att det är kul.. 

Bonuspoäng till den som hittar referensen till en kultfilm från 1986
Skriver ut texten ety det är mycket och fort går det...



I made it out of Dublin
just before they locked it down
Caught the last flight out
and I slept until touchdown
A place where men wear funny skirts
and nothing underneath
The heart of Mary's Scotland
became my new retreat

One and twenty bottles
I bought in Inverness
And when the night is over
there'll be one and twenty less

Drink to absent friends we miss
who won't come through the door
Drink to better days we've had
they won't come back no more
Drink to all we thought we knew
that simply wasn’t true
Drink to all that should have been
yeah, drink to me and you

MacLeod threw me a party
he was the perfect host
Men in kilts may scare some
What’s beneath them might scare more
But I was not so frightened
'cause of all the Finns I know
Who drink vodka in the Sauna
and then roll naked in the snow

They offered me a single malt
I thought, underwear or not
When in Rome do as the Romans do
I'll drink it like a Scot
Then I remembered words of wisdom
when I saw water on the side
'The fish they f*** in water'
so I tossed the glass aside.

Drink to absent friends we miss
who won't come through the door
Drink to better days we've had
they won't come back no more
Drink to all we thought we knew
that simply wasn’t true
Drink to all that should have been
yeah, drink to me and you

They did not take that very well
in fact, they went quite mad
Three or four Scots held me down
and I found myself unclad
Then they tried to throw me out
naked and exposed
but the bastards had forgotten
that the front door was still closed!

No shirt, no shoes, no socks, no jocks
A doorframe round my neck
I walked the streets of Inverness
A bruised and battered wreck
I don't mind being naked
I'm a child of 68
but the Scots still had me bottles
and I had to set that straight

One and twenty bottles
I bought in Inverness
And when the night is over
there'll be one and twenty less

Drink to absent friends we miss
who won't come through the door
Drink to better days we've had
they won't come back no more
Drink to all we thought we knew
that simply wasn’t true
Drink to all that should have been
yeah, drink to me and you

Listen to me people
To this story’s tragic end
When I snuck back in the morning
not one bottle had they left
The bloody Scots had drunk them all
Yeah, that is what I said
And one was still there sleeping
with me Jocks upon his head!

A mass of beer, a sup of wine
O' whiskey, a wee dram
What you drink and when and where
No-one gives a damn.
But one thing that unites us all
underwear or not
The moment we begin to drink
we knock back all we've got!

Drink to absent friends we miss
who won't come through the door
Drink to better days we've had
they won't come back no more
Drink to all we thought we knew
that simply wasn’t true
Drink to all that should have been
yeah, drink to me and you

Det var ett tag sen jag postade nåt... typ 2 år eller så, gör ett försök till nån sorts come back...
För ett år sen släppte jag en låt vid namn The Curse Of Shane MacGowan, en Pouges-doftande sak om våndan av att ha en sångröst påminnandes om Shanes.
Nu är det dags för uppföljaren som tar vid där The Curse slutade. 
Och The Bar With No Name finns faktiskt på Fade Street och förutom den uppenbara Pouges referensen i form av Shane finns ytterligare en referens.... 
Mixen har gett mig många gråa hår, det jag främst är osäker på är nivån på sången...

https://soundcloud.com/jambrains/lost-in-dublin-1/s-3FxPh

Shane poured the whiskey
filled our glasses to the brim
Had a sup, then another
and then he said: it's a sin
To leave a bottle half full
or leave a song unsung
To close your eyes to beauty
or waste time when you're young

I'm a Swede lost in Dublin
in The Bar With No Name
I'm a Swede lost in Dublin
where the pubs all look the same
If I ever find my way back home
I swear upon my life
I'll stay away from whiskey
and stay faithful to my wife

He told me all about his life
of the people that he'd known
I found him hard to follow
his accent thicker than my own
He talked about the races
his face it lit up as he spoke
of winning twenty f***** five to one
on A Bottle Of Smoke

I'm a Swede lost in Dublin
in The Bar With No Name
I'm a Swede lost in Dublin
where the pubs all look the same
If I ever find my way back home
I swear upon my life
I'll stay away from whiskey
and stay faithful to my wife

But as the the day was breaking
I found myself alone
Shane had just walked away
screaming Póg mo thóin
The floozie on the corner
tried to help me find my way
but not until she'd tried every trick
in the book to make me stay

I'm a Swede lost in Dublin
in The Bar With No Name
I'm a Swede lost in Dublin
where the pubs all look the same
If I ever find my way back home
I swear upon my life
I'll stay away from whiskey
and stay faithful to my wife

She said when you see Trinity
just turn left and walk a while
Cross over O'Connell Bridge
And walk right past the Spire
Then on your left you'll find the way
To get you out of here
Let the airport bus whisk you away
from the whiskey and the beer

I'm a Swede lost in Dublin
in The Bar With No Name
I'm a Swede lost in Dublin
where the pubs all look the same
If I ever find my way back home
I swear upon my life
I'll stay away from whiskey
and stay faithful to my wife

Efter sju sorger och åtta bedrövelser samt en halv evighet i halvärdiga demos så blev den till slut klar 

https://soundcloud.com/jambrains/a-nation-ruled-by-fear

A NATION RULED BY FEAR

We've been staring into the darkness
now darkness is staring back into us
and the monsters that we're fighting
have almost made monsters out of us
desperate measures
for desperate times
fire with fire
an eye for an eye

This nation once was built on hope
now it's a nation ruled by fear
we've lost out values
lost our core
lost compassion
and remorse
in this nation ruled by fear
Where once our fathers stood so tall
we find ourselves petty and small
we've lost out values
and our core
lost compassion
and remorse
in a nation ruled by fear

The smoke from burning tires
the sound of breaking glass
as we close our eyes
the suburbs are on fire
the prophets of destruction
preaching in the night
desperate measures
for desperate times
fire with fire
an eye for an eye

This nation once was built on hope
now it's a nation ruled by fear
we've lost out values
lost our core
lost compassion
and remorse
in a nation ruled by fear
Where once our fathers stood so tall
we find ourselves petty and small
we've lost our values
and our core
lost compassion
lost remorse
in a nation ruled by fear

As we fought the war on terror
we built ourselves a cage
as we gave up our rights
and our crimes against humanity
a higher cause was called upon
to justify
desperate measures
for desperate times
fire with fire
an eye for an eye

This nation once was built on hope
now it's a nation ruled by fear
we've lost out values
lost our core
lost compassion
and remorse
in a nation ruled by fear
Where once our fathers stood so tall
we find ourselves petty and small
we've lost our values
lost our course
lost compassion
lost remorse
in a nation ruled by fear

Vi provar lite gitarrbaserad power-pop den här gången...
Trummorna har som vanligt fått sig en rejäl skopa av kompressorn och Mark Knoplers okände kusin står åter i sångbåset

https://soundcloud.com/jambrains/dream-in-color-final


DREAM IN COLOR

Your aim was true
you hit me hard
sent me down a flight of stairs
and I've never been so happy as when I fell
You lied to me
repeatedly
and them time and time again
but to me you were the holy grail of truth

I still dream in color
but your world is black and white
I still dream in color
baby, let me bring your colors back
bring your colors back

You pushed my hard
into the pool
though you knew I could not swim
but I just saw your lovely smile as I sank
You broke my back
you cut my throat
ripped the heart from out of my chest
but I just said: "that heart belongs to you"

I still dream in color
but your world is black and white
I still dream in color
baby, let me bring your colors back
bring your colors back

Well, there is love and there is insanity
and they are pretty much the same
both messin' with your feelings and your brain
I still dream in color
but your world is black and white
I still dream in color

The other night
You got undressed
tied my down upon the bed
then took a good, long look and walked away

I still dream in color
but your world is black and white
I still dream in color
baby, let me bring your colors back
bring your colors back

Sen är jag men bättre sent än aldrig....
Det jag hört av dig tidigare har alltid varit av toppklass så även nu.
Inget att tillägga egentligen mer än att allt sitter på plats, såväl låt, text, framförande och mix.
Mycket bra jobbat!
Respect! som kidsen säger 

Wow, det var riktigt nära! 
Skön sång och skön låt!
I min lyssning är basen lite väl dominerande men det kan mycket väl vara just min lyssning som busar.
Sen kanske sologitarren har lite väl mycket "rum" och hamnar lite långt bort?
Men i övrigt mycket bra tycker jag.

Verlon Gates hjälpte ju till med texten till Run Until They Catch You som nån kanske kommer ihåg.
Den här gången är texten 100% hans och första gången jag såg den kände jag direkt att den här bara måste jag skriva musiken till och så här blev det.
https://soundcloud.com/jambrains/the-prison-denial-of-death

The Prison (The Denial Of Death)

VERSE 1.
Desperate fear is a prison. And false hope is a cage.
Fearfully we look away from death at every age.
Hard to tell the difference between desperate fear and rage.
With so many frightened actors on a slowly spinning stage.

CHORUS:
Stone walls do not a prison make. Nor iron bars a cage.
Time is the only prison from which we can’t escape.
Shackles of the inevitable. Chains we cannot see.
The hands of time – the end of life, - relentless certainty.

VERSE 2.
Denial is our sanctuary from death and fear and time.
We seldom recognize the trap, this irony sublime.
Fear entombs the souls of men. Eternity’s a game.
But in spite of all our fearful struggles, life ends just the same.

CHORUS:
Stone walls do not a prison make Nor iron bars a cage.
Death is the only boundary whose bonds we cannot break.
Shackles of the inevitable...... chains we cannot see.
The hands of time – the end of life, - relentless certainty.

BRIDGE:
The denial of death. The death of denial.
Consumed by fear, no lawyer for the trial.
Trapped inside our fear of life. Consumed by fear of death.
Detained inside a life that always finds that final breath.

VERSE 3.
You know the moving finger writes, and having writ, moves on.
We fear the great inevitable when life is finally gone.
Fear of death is a prison, and false hope is a cage.
Death will be the final act and all the world’s a stage.

CHORUS:
Stone walls do not a prison make Nor iron bars a cage.
Time is the only prison from which we can’t escape.
Shackles of the inevitable Chains we cannot see.
The hands of time – the end of life, - relentless certainty.

Tack för återkopplingen, känns som det i alla fall är på rätt väg 
@Marsall: jo, just trummoprna är nåt som jag petat mycket i och det är en bit kvar innan jag hittat en balans där så jag förstår precis vad du menar.

@Asti: kul att du gillade akke-räkan, det gör jag med även om jag inte är helt nöjd med den än men jag har en ide där som verkar lovande. 
Sången är ett slaskspår, jag har inte texten "i blodet" än så det kan bidra till att jag kommer in sent i vissa fraser, men visst är det mycket ord också. Har försökt förenkla en del sen sist men kan behövas mer. Eller en riktig sångare som kan andas 
När du säger "mer cymbaler" menar du då mer spelande på cymbaler eller att du vill ha upp de som finns högre i mixen?


/Johan

Mycket snyggt, helt rätt instrumentering för stämningen tycker jag. Inklusive sången! Extra bonuspoäng för den snygga, rena gitarren.
Gillar virveln skarpt, skulle gärna haft den liiite längre fram i ljudbilden. Och kanske skulle den kunna smacka på lite hårdare i nån av de senare verserna?
Tycker nog den här skulle platsa i Färdiga Demo.

Näe, den där får jag ta ett varv till med. Återkommer 

Helgens loppisfynd(?). Coolast är ackordknapparna till vänster, svarta raden längst ner moll, raden ovan dur, och översta raden enbart baston.

+1 på i princip allt speciellt då ang. baslinjen och nivån på reverbet som inte stör mig alls.
Och som du själv skrev, lite blås skulle sitta som en smäck här.

Snyggt på alla sätt och vis men också lite intetsägande. Fast jag har å andra sidan aldrig fastnat för instrumentalmusik utav något slag (utom då Yngwies första soloplatta) så den kommentaren ska man nog ta med en nypa salt. Solitt och kompetent men inte min kopp te kan man väl sammanfatta,

Den här kanske skulle gå under kategorin färdiga demon men eftersom jag ska in och höja sologitarren lite (och kanske nån annan liten tweak med) så får den gå under halvfärdiga.
Var ute efter en blandning av elektrisk och akustiskt, lite i stil med ex Hooters One Way Home platta. Till min hjälp fick jag då den nyazeländska artisken Allan Kilgour (www.allankilgour.com) som bidrog med akke, mandolin, lap steel och fiol. Själv känner jag mig väldigt nöjd förutom då nivån på solot men tar gärna emot all sorts input.


A WEIGHT UPON MY HEAD

When I look upon the stars high in the sky
and I realise, all of them must die
there's the afterglow of some already dead
and the thought of that puts a weight upon my head

When I think of all the time that passed me by
as I waited for my catcher in the rye
by good intentions I was so misled
and the thought of that puts a weight upon my head

Lift the weight from off my shoulders
roll away this big old stone
let me sleep a dreamless sleep tonight
let me be
leave me alone
please let numbness fall upon me
strike me deaf and strike me blind
lift the weight from off my shoulders
for just one night

When I look upon my fathers pale, white face
where the sparkle in his eyes now lost in haze
there are many thing I should have left unsaid
and the thought of that puts a weight upon my head

Lift the weight from off my shoulders
roll away this big old stone
let me sleep a dreamless sleep tonight
let me be
leave me alone
please let numbness fall upon me
strike me deaf and strike me blind
lift the weight from off my shoulders
for just one night

When I look upon my newborn sound asleep
and I realise she's not mine to keep
she will live her life long after I am dead
and the thought of that puts a weight upon my head

Lift the weight from off my shoulders
strike me deaf and strike me blind
lift the weight from off my shoulders
for just one night

Den här skrevs ursprungligen på svenska och hette då Springa Tills Du Stupar men jag ville även ha en engelsk version.
Där gick jag dock bet rejält! Fick ihop några fragment men inte mer. Troligen var jag för instängd i mitt tänk av den svenska versionen för att kunna ta klivet in i anglosaxiskan.
Som tur stötte jag på Verlon Gates aka HardTwistMusic (www.reverbnation.com/hardtwistmusicsongwriter) på ett utrikiskt forum och han lyckades ta mina fragment och även budskapet i den svenska versionen och göra en engelsk text där budskapet finns kvar om än i en annan kontext.
Nu för tiden ska man ju tydligen vara på tuben för att finnas så det fick bli en video också.


Soundcloud länk för er som klarar er utan rörliga bilder:


RUN UNTIL THEY CATCH YOU

V1
Life don't take no prisoners
no mercy to be found
no remorse, no promises
just our boots on the ground
The cold stars shine upon us
like eyes that cannot see
indifferent to the suffering
of the likes of you and me

CHORUS
You can run until they catch you
doesn't matter in the end
you can hide but they will find you
to their will we all must bend
So, draw that precious final breath
as your life comes to it's end
ask yourself how you lived your life
what message did you send?

V2
We don't dare ask or question
what it is we're fighting for
they tell us what we "need to know"
they tell us nothing more
So, waste no time on bitterness
don't think about revenge
and don't believe in anything
that your soul can't comprehend

CHORUS

BRIDGE
For we are only soldiers
our lives they can forsake
and we're not allowed to ask
if there's a principle at stake

OUTRO
Ours is not to reason why
ours is not to ask.
we are duty bound to keep
our eyes upon the task.
So draw that precious final breath
though you know it goes to waste
how bittersweet the irony
of that final breath you taste

Jomenvisst, det låter väl modernt fast kicken känns nog tam med dagens mått mätt och ska det inte pumpa lite mer om det ska vara modernt?
Fast vad vet jag, det var länge sen jag var modern 
Bra försök men kanske inte riktigt ända fram känns det som.

Japp, bra blev ännu bättre!

Oj,oj,oj, verkligen snygg sång!! Båda tummarna upp där!
Reverbet blir dock lite vasst och väsigt, kanske byta reverbtyp, rulla av lite topp eller en de-esser på reverbet?
I övrigt tycker jag det låter kanon och som sagt stort plus för sången inkl. körerna.
Kanske inte en låt som direkt fastnat i skallen men mycket snygg.
Och just det, Hammond(?) orgeln funkar mumma när den kommer in.